Nothingness is the beginning and the end of all things.

The momentum of the Blood Thunder Sword splitting the sky did not turn around, and Chu Haoyun was under the aura of the Holy Sect Master's realm, it was difficult to act, and he suddenly appeared in the realm of nine deaths and no life.

"Hum-" The Blood Thunder Sword slashed down as scheduled, but at the moment when it approached three inches above Chu Haoyun's head, it was blocked. Chu Haoyun, who was originally desperate, found a cyan bubble and completely wrapped himself.

The blood thunder sword that could open the sky slashed on it, but it couldn't be stored in a single bit, and the bubbles flowed, and an invisible force forcibly shook the Holy Sect Master-level Mo Rong back a hundred feet.

"Have you fallen to such a point that you are a descendant of the human lineage?" A soft voice echoed, blue light bubbles filled the void, and a cyan dress appeared by Chu Haoyun's side out of thin air.

"Luo Yu, Qinghuan?" Looking at the strange and familiar person, Chu Haoyun couldn't figure out who the person in front of him was for a while. In the divine sense, the figure of Luo Yu on the altar had indeed disappeared.

"Time has passed, I used to be Qinghuan, but also Yingluo, and now I am Luo Yu. Tsing Yi Qianying sighed, as if she had spent countless vicissitudes of life.

Mo Rong's face was gloomy, and the current aura of the person in front of him was not weaker than him at all. That strange method is something he has never encountered before!

"It's almost time. It's a pity that his sword soul is not complete, otherwise, he should be able to recover better. Luo Yu said lightly, and with a flick of his hand, the countless blue light bubbles, each of which wrapped a person from the Great Xia Remnant Clan, guarded them in it.

At the same time, above the altar, the sword qi erupted, and the endless colorful sword light quickly turned into an ocean, sweeping the entire Remnant Valley realm. Ten thousand swords opened the way, and after the sword was attacked, the thousands of sword states returned and were all incorporated into Feng Xuelang's body.

At the top of the ninefold layer, Feng Xuelang's eyes opened slightly, the sharp sword in his eyes flashed, and he didn't see any movement, a crack opened in front of him, and at the same time, on the other side of Chu Haoyun's side, a spatial crack appeared silently, and then, Feng Xuelang stepped out and appeared by Chu Haoyun's side through the crack.

"Great Xia Relic Clan, it's filthy!" Feng Xuelang's voice was condensed, more direct than Luo Yu, and his words fell, and there were thousands of swords around him. A blood feather sword appeared in the sky, but it was the sword that the Seventeenth Night had taken from the Kingkiller lineage.

Gently gripped, the pure sword posture made Mo Rong's face even more gloomy.

Last moment, he was still the absolute strongest person in this Valley of Cruelty, but now, there are two people who can match him. However, the matter is far from over!

After Feng Xuelang came here, he was in a pure sword form, flowing back to the remnant of the soul, and poured into Chu Haoyun's body through the sword body, repairing his previous dark wounds. The two people in front of him are familiar at the moment, but they are powerful and strange. Thankfully, though, both men are now their own people.

"Now, you are the only one here who can break the ban. In a moment, when you regain your strength, take us away. This place, after all, is not guaranteed!" Luo Yu said to Chu Haoyun with emotion.

"Okay!" Although there were many questions to ask, Chu Haoyun also understood what the primary problem was at the moment. As a result, under the protection of the two Holy Sect Master-level powerhouses, he recovered his strength with peace of mind and prepared to reunite in the Eight Poles Symbiosis State.

At the same time, as Feng Xuelang absorbed all the eight-pole sword intent on the altar, the altar roared, and the place connected with the 100,000 gold chains on Qiong Biluo's body began to annihilate. In the relief, there seem to be thousands of light sources floating, connected to each gold chain.

With a violent energy riot, the entire altar began to crack, and the power of the sword seal that sealed the Sinkhole of Silence quickly faded.

Xue Feishuang sensed that something was wrong, although she had the intention to wake up Qiong Biluo, but Qiong Biluo didn't listen to foreign affairs and was still immersed in an unconscious state.

Boom Boom –

The altar shattered, collapsed, and the sealing of the sword seal also appeared one after another, and under the impact of the power of silence inside, with a bang, the colorful sword seal flew away like broken glass, and in the process of the spread of the power of silence, it was slowly swallowed up and died by the silence.

As soon as the altar was destroyed, the nearest Qiong Biluo and Xue Feishuang were the first to bear the brunt, and they were engulfed in ink in an instant, followed by the most chaotic alien battlefield. The billowing ink mist swallowed up all life, and all the plants in the Valley of Cruelty quickly withered, and the non-alien creatures could survive inside, and in the blink of an eye, they would become a dead Jedi.

"Yingluo!" Feng Xuelang whispered, Luo Yu instantly realized, cyan bubbles gathered around them, turning into a solid city wall, sealing a radius of ten miles, blocking the inky silence that was constantly rushing on the periphery.

Chu Haoyun was pulled by this force, and took advantage of the situation to reintegrate all the alien creatures into his body.

Yuan Qianche looked at the scene in front of them a little blankly, this place, after all, is it the place where they have lived for most of their lives, is it going to be swallowed up by silence like this?

Mo Rong's face was also changing in this process.

Now, although Luo Yu has used most of his strength to resist the invasion of the Silent Force, there is still a Feng Xue Lang who does not know the depths, and it is indeed difficult to seize the remnant of the Quek in front of him. He needed more strength to do it, and with a flick of his eyes, he fixed his gaze on one of the cyan bubbles.

Inside that bubble, Yuan Wanfeng's cracked body was being repaired little by little by the cyan energy.

"As long as I complete the Blood Sacrifice Heavenly Soul one more time, I will once again be able to occupy an absolute dominant advantage. Mo Rong thought about it in his heart and made a decision in an instant.

"Kill!" With a cold sound, blood-colored thunder swept across the void, and he also rushed towards the place where Yuan Wanfeng was at the fastest speed, and the blood around his body was rolling, like a ball of blood, to directly devour the prey in front of him.

"Boom!" the voice broke through the air, shattering his thoughts. An identical blood-colored sword light instantly destroyed the thunder. Feng Xuelang had already appeared in front of Yuan Wanfeng before him. Pure sword form, the sword trajectory was perfect, just a sword, and he was shocked back to the same place.

"Blood Sacrifice Heavenly Soul ......" Feng Xuelang muttered, and then, shaking his head, a flash of doubt flashed in his eyes. His mind was still a little confused, and although he spat out the words, he didn't understand what they meant.

"Perfect eight-pole sword move. Mo Rong's eyes were bright, the moves used by the two of them just now were all Traces of Thunder, but Feng Xuelang's perfect attack method was something that Mo Rong couldn't do.

"Boy, who are you?" Mo Rong didn't want to believe it, although he had been reflected before, Luo Yu might be the Yingluo Holy Sect, and the strange kid in front of him was more likely to be the reincarnation of the Cruel Saint King who had continued the bloodline for their Great Xia Clan.

"I? Feng Xuelang...... Qing Hao. Feng Xuelang fell into confusion for a while, and the gas state he had when he appeared just now was gone. Luo Yudai frowned slightly, and said secretly in her heart: "It seems that he must find his most important sword soul." If this continues, his two consciousnesses will never be completely integrated. ”

Feng Xuelang's face changed for a while, and finally, he returned to his original coldness. He said coldly: "You, you have defiled the bloodline of the Great Xia Remnants, and you should be punished for your crimes!"

"Hahaha, what are you, and you dare to comment on my Great Xia Relics. Mo Rong was very unhappy, after a long roar, it was a dense offensive without blinking, Feng Xuelang responded calmly, and the trajectory of the sword was perfect. The two of them exchanged short arms in an instant, sonorous sparks, and tore apart a large piece of the void.

Seeing this, Luo Yu was a little helpless, so he had to gather half of the bubbles and build a closed field outside the battle circle between the two. If they are allowed to fight so unscrupulously, I am afraid that it will affect Yuan Qianche and them.

The Holy Sect clashed, and in the blink of an eye, there were thousands of moves. Mo Rong is more and more frightened, this Feng Xue Lang is basically in a defensive state, but he has never been able to break the defense, what makes him even more depressed is that Feng Xue Lang has a deep understanding of the sword sense, and can even predict the trajectory of his sword in advance.

After a round of fierce fighting, not only did he fail to approach Yuan Wanfeng again, but fell into the dominance of Feng Xuelang. Feng Xuelang's moves and styles, casually, and at the end, Mo Rong was shocked to realize that this bastard was actually practicing his own sword?

"Damn!" Angry in his heart, Mo Rong raised his ten success powers, and struck a blow hard, shaking Feng Xuelang back. His face was cloudy, as if he was about to drip water.

"I ......" Feng Xuelang suddenly turned into that confused state, and looked at the cracked blood feather sword in his hand with some puzzled eyes.

"Good opportunity!" Mo Rong was overjoyed, the aurora was instantaneous, and the fastest blood stain swept in.

"Ding-" Feng Xuelang's blur has not yet recovered, but Mo Rong's blow is still in vain. In front of him, a cyan bubble blocked Mo Rong's attack, and after completing the task, the cyan bubble turned into a rain of light and dissipated. Immediately, as if stimulated, Feng Xuelang's eyes became sharp again, and the sword blade was picked up, one step to the top!

"It's unsettling. Luo Yudai frowned lightly, Feng Xuelang's state was too unstable, and if it continued like this, it would be dangerous sooner or later.

However, what she was most concerned about was not this matter, but the two people who were far away in the deep cold.

When the battle between Mo Rong and Feng Xuelang was temporarily suspended, a cyan bubble rushed out of the ink, enveloping Xue Feishuang, whose face was a little pale.

"What about Biluoren?" Chu Haoyun breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and then asked Luo Yu.

Hehe, in this environment, the person who doesn't need to worry about it is her. You concentrate on regaining your strength, and after a while, when she comes out, she will definitely surprise you. Luo Yu's eyes flickered, staring at the deep cold darkness, as if he was expecting something.

After finishing speaking, Luo Yu muttered to himself in a low voice: "I have been painting for a long time, I hope that my ancestors can reproduce the world and help us survive the catastrophe." But she didn't want to reappear in such a physical form...... Hopefully, everything will not deviate too much. ”

Mo Rong was completely helpless, and Feng Xuelang once again entered a state of confusion. This time, he didn't bother to sneak attack, because he knew that Luo Yu would not watch it.

His eyes flashed, Mo Rong's heart was ruthless, and a blood-red sword light locked onto the most unexpected target.

"Bastard, stop me!" Feng Xuelang was still in a state of confusion, and after Luo Yu noticed it, it was too late to make a move. Under Mo Rong's momentum, Luo Yu's bubbles were washed away, and the blood-colored thunder was like a life-seeking light, and the target was Yuan Qianche them!

At the critical moment, Luo Yu had to resist in person. However, as soon as she flashed in front of Yuan Qianche and the others, Mo Rong's sword slammed into three points of strength, and then turned around without looking. Locked the ultimate goal, Chu Haoyun!

"Qinghao ......" Luo Yu shouted, but Feng Xuelang failed to recover in time. And she can't abandon Yuan Qianche and them now!

Xue Feishuang's side was shocked out by the surging power of the Holy Sect.

"Stinky boy, this time, see who can help you! When I get the Cruelty Que and get the blessing of the Heavenly Illusion Seal, they will no longer be my opponents. Mo Rong roared frantically, this was his last chance. Now that Chu Haoyun's aura has gradually recovered, as long as they reunite in the Eight Poles Symbiosis State, they will be able to get out of here.

At that time, the Saint Sect Master-level powerhouse will be able to completely let go of his hands and feet, and he will also lose his last chance.

The sword light swept in, but Chu Haoyun's eyes were much calmer. Just now, an imprint that had been erased in the Glowing Soul Bead reappeared, and a slender figure appeared in his firefly world, this time, the ideology was no longer the Alien Emperor, but the appearance of Qiong Biluo's human form.

A golden chain rushed out of the power of silence without warning, directly penetrating the bubble blockade and blocking Chu Haoyun's body.

"Mirror Yellow Spring!" scolded coquettishly, and the gold chain expanded like a mirror. Mo Rong's sword blade struck the golden mirror with a clang, and suddenly, his face changed drastically, and a sword momentum twice as strong as his strength poured out from the mirror, and the essence of the sword momentum was exactly the same as his moves.

"Retreat!" Before he could think about it, Mo Rong dodged and retreated sharply. However, still, he was hit by the corner of the mirror force, and the mimic sword peak in his hand was directly shattered, and the power of the backlash shocked him to cough up several mouthfuls of blood, and flew sideways in the void and crashed into the forbidden power before he stabilized his body.

"Dare to hurt my eldest brother, you are looking for death. When the gold chain faded, another shadow of Tsing Yi rushed out of the ink mist and entered the protective circle of the blue light bubble. The eighteen streamers behind him shot towards Mo Rong like eighteen long dragons.

Mo Rong regathered the blood thunder sword, and the traces of thunder and the aurora were intertwined in an instant, resisting wave after wave of attacks. Now he is extremely aggrieved! Qiong Biluo is even stronger than Luo Yu and Feng Xuelang, just a little short of being able to set foot in the Saint King Realm?

This......

Everything made him extremely crazy, these people, except for Luo Yu, before that, the strongest Qiong Biluo was only at the lord level, in just a few hours, they seemed to be reborn, forcing him to have no backhand.

Qiong Biluo's attack, based on space power, eighteen streamers, sealed the space in a moment, temporarily trapped him in place.

"After we leave, I'm dealing with you!" After getting Luo Yu's transmission, Qiong Biluo turned around, and 100,000 gold chains were in the air, blessing the ban of cyan bubbles, and with the continuous erosion of the power of annihilation, Luo Yu was almost unstoppable.

"The last sword, everyone, is ready. We only have a moment's chance!" Chu Haoyun regained some of his strength and shouted to everyone. Everyone was shocked, and Feng Xuelang also withdrew from the state of confusion, came to his side, and continued to support him.