"Boom!"

An earth-shattering explosion sounded, and the black dark energy spread like a frenzy, enveloping a radius of hundreds of meters.

On both sides of the boy in white, where the demon spirit burst, two terrifying black holes suddenly appeared, from which ripples like poisonous dragons burst out, constantly sweeping towards the boy in white.

At the same time, the spinning black hole generated a powerful traction, frantically devouring the power of the law released by the boy in white.

"Buzz!"

In the distorted space, the figure of the boy in white obviously stagnated for a moment, and then flew backwards rapidly, finally getting rid of the entanglement of the two black holes.

With a whew, the two black holes quickly shrunk, turned into two black dots, and finally disappeared completely into space.

The black fog in the sky dissipated, and the white-clothed boy's face was pale, his chest rose and fell slightly, and his sleeves were stained with blood, and the pain he had never felt before spread from his almost broken arm.

He was wounded, and a part of his body, quickly on his blood-stained fingers, a piece of his fingernails quickly blackened, and in the swollen currents, fell like withered petals.

"Click!"

Another nail cracked, sliding from his fingertips.

The fourth nail!

"Good, good!" the boy in white laughed angrily, clenched his fists, and his body emitted a four-colored brilliance, washing his body over and over again.

Back then, he never thought that there would be another law sky in the Tianyin Continent, and he never thought that Qingxu, who had been promoted to the Sword God, would pose such a big threat to himself.

The process of killing Qingxu was not glorious, which also planted a tangled seed in his heart.

It's not fear, it's not hatred, it's not jealousy, but it also contains a bit of appreciation and appreciation, and the emotions contained in that seed are entangled!

The cunning old sword ghost grasped this point, and used the sword of Qingxu back then, the sword moves of Qingxu back then, and the breath of Qingxu back then, to interfere with his state of mind.

There was no doubt that this was another combination tactic that they had arranged in advance, otherwise those two Demon Venerable's demon spirits would not have been able to attack so appropriately and injure him by detonating themselves.

The ancient sword left by Qingxu, the sword body has been completely broken, and only a bare hilt is held in the hands of the old sword ghost.

After all, it was a relic left by the ancestors, and the old sword ghost looked at the mottled hilt, and his eyes showed lingering sadness.

He carefully put away the hilt of the sword, raised his head, under his white eyebrows, his sharp eyes looked at the white-clothed boy who was a hundred meters away, and said coldly: "Ximen Bo, even if it is a god, there are flaws, the old man can catch you once The flaw can catch you a second time, instead of losing a doppelganger in vain, it is better to go back, how about it?"

The white-clothed boy was extremely angry, but his mood was calm, and he said indifferently: "Don't talk nonsense, you must die!" After that, his clear eyes looked at the old sword ghost opposite.

The old sword ghost couldn't help but feel Ling Ran in his heart, and as soon as his mind moved, countless flying swords came out of his body, circling and dancing around his body.

If the boy in white in white before still has a bit of humanity, there will be flaws in human nature, but at this moment, the boy in white has become a god, and anything in this world will no longer cause his psychological fluctuations.

The white-clothed boy looked up at the sky, stretched out his hands, and countless delicate crosses appeared in the void, flashing alternately with four-colored light, as if the sky was full of stars, sprinkling a brilliant brilliance.

The next moment, the sky was full of law crosses, dancing wildly.

Under the oppression of the power of the gods, whether it was Wei Nanxi or the old sword ghost, their speed was limited, and they slowed down suddenly, and the two of them roared at the same time, summoning the main defense, and constantly releasing flying swords, trying to block those law crosses flying towards them.

The sound of explosions one after another sounded intensively, and the entire space was like a minefield that had been detonated, and it was like a pond under the invasion of a torrential rain, countless terrifying air masses exploded, and countless ripples with arcs shook outward, completely submerging the figures of Wei Nanxi and the old sword ghost.

With a bang, one of Wei Nanxi's arms was blown apart, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled snort, his blood-drenched body lost its balance, and he was about to be nailed into his body by more than a dozen crosses.

At this moment, a huge sword lotus suddenly bloomed around his body, forcibly blocking the flying cross.

A violent explosion sounded, and the sword lotus exploded with a bang, and countless streamers and broken pieces of light flew everywhere.

Seizing this fleeting buffer opportunity, Wei Nanxi finally regained his balance again, and his body instantly turned into a black giant sword, shuttling through the exploding streamer.

The old sword ghost's face turned pale, and when he saw that Wei Nanxi was out of trouble, he didn't dare to delay in the slightest, and instantly turned into a white giant sword and flew towards the periphery.

The last roar disappeared, and in the sky, Wei Nanxi, the old sword ghost, covered in blood, with his hair scattered, stood on top of a ruin, the two of them gasped violently, and looked at the distorted figure of the white-clothed boy with cold eyes.

The boy in white looked at the two of them indifferently, and with a buzz, his figure disappeared instantly, and almost at the same time, Wei Nanxi and the old sword ghost also disappeared.

The three figures chased between the ruins like lightning, and from the bodies of the old sword ghost and Wei Nanxi, blood flowers continued to splash out and sprinkle them in the wind.

At some point, the boy in white suddenly stopped, looked up at the sky, and when he sensed that the aura of the pillar of light had stabilized, he opened his hands again.

Countless four-color law crosses flashed out like stars, once again enveloping the entire space with brilliant light.

In the dense crackling sound, the flesh of the old sword ghost and Wei Nanxi exploded with a bang, blood splashed, and two small swords rose from a piece of blood light, circling and dancing in the air.

"Finally forced out your sword spirit!" The corner of the white-clothed boy's mouth hooked a sneer, but his eyes were still indifferent, and his figure flashed, chasing towards the small black sword.

In the boiling space, Wei Nanxi's sword spirit dodged frantically, and one by one, invisible big hands full of destructive power swept past him again and again, and also made him feel the fear of death again and again.

It wasn't until he actually fought with this descending god that he realized how terrifying the other party's strength was and how ridiculous his previous thoughts were.

If it weren't for the support of the old sword ghost, he would have died a long time ago, not only would his body die, but the sword spirit would also be strangled by the other party.

He is a dignified swordsman, and he doesn't even have a chance to fight back, let alone pull out other people's nails.

Seeing a young hand grabbing towards him, and at the same time carrying the irresistible power of the gods, Wei Nanxi's sword spirit knew that he couldn't dodge.

However, at this moment, the white long sword that the old sword ghost had transformed suddenly changed direction and flew straight towards the rotating pillar of light.

The boy in white couldn't help but pause, and said with a cruel smile: "This seat depends on whether you dare to cause a plane storm!"