Compassion has never existed in the Xituo Langke Temple, this old monk used the power of the Imperial Road Realm as soon as he made a move, and the majestic Imperial Road momentum was surging wildly in the sky like a tide, and the phantom shadows of the sun, moon and stars lingered on his fingers, and in an instant it turned into an optimus pillar and fell down towards Luo Ling.

In the midst of the gallop, Luo Ling only felt that the entire sky dome seemed to collapse.

A vast and boundless force suddenly descended from above, and his body seemed to rush into the swamp at once, and there was an incomparably huge resistance in all directions, making his speed slow.

Without thinking about it, Luo Ling already knew who made the move, it was the Xituo cultivator who was known as the Holy Monk of Compassion.

How terrifying the power of the Imperial Dao Realm is, Luo Ling naturally knows, and he also knows that with his half-step Royal Dao cultivation, he can't resist this terrible blow at all, but the sword in his hand still blooms with brilliant light, the white sword is spurting thin, and the white expanse is like a Milky Way hanging upside down in the sky, but the place where this sword is located is not in the sky, but directly in front of it...

Swish... Swish... Swish...

A sharp sound of breaking wind sounded in Li Mingfan's ears, and then, a white sword fell down like a galaxy, a vast area, very vast, intertwined in front of Li Mingfan, and finally converged into a sword curtain.

"I can't help myself. Yang Chang's speed did not slow down because of the appearance of this sword curtain, in his opinion, this sword curtain was simply weak and vulnerable, not to mention able to resist his sword, and even his sword momentum could not resist.

The invisible sword momentum swept away, and the terrifying edge directly tore the sword curtain into countless pieces.

Yang Chang stepped into the air, the huge heavy sword swallowed the sword and the sword was blazing and dazzling, with a deafening sound of swords, and he cut Li Mingfan's head directly, he wanted to cut Li Mingfan's head directly into pieces, in order to vent the anger in his heart.

Looking at the roaring heavy sword, Li Mingfan's eyes were constantly dripping blood, and two blood marks hung on his face, he wanted to use the bloodline divine channel pattern again, but the almost depleted essence blood and true yuan in his body couldn't run his divine channel pattern at all, but at this moment, a spatial ripple spread out in the void directly in front of him.

In the turbulent void, this rippling ripple was like a wave in the angry sea, insignificant, and it was difficult to attract attention at all.

But soon, a dazzling light appeared at the place where the ripples were spreading.

Li Mingfan's pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes stared straight ahead, in that dazzling light, a slender figure was slowly condensing out, bathed in sword light, a very thin figure, but for some reason it gave Li Mingfan a feeling of being as majestic as a mountain.

At the moment when this figure just appeared, this figure had already stretched out his palm, and then he clenched his five fingers, and a fist shot directly forward, directly landing on the roaring heavy sword.

Sonor!

In an instant, the sky shook violently as if it were overturning, setting off a roar like a landslide and tsunami.

A storm of sword qi visible to the naked eye set off wildly between the two, and this sudden scene made the faces of the people present change.

Almost at the same time, whether it was the cultivators of the Sword Domain or Xituo, they all looked towards the direction where Li Mingfan was, and this look made many people gasp, they saw that Yang Chang was constantly retreating, as if he had suffered a heavy blow, and he couldn't control his body, and Li Mingfan, who was supposed to die under Yangchang's sword, was still standing in the void unharmed, and at the same time, in front of Li Mingfan, a white-clothed figure stood in the wind, what happened just now?

"Who?" Yang Chang suppressed the tumbling blood qi in his body and shouted, his eyes staring straight at the white-clothed figure in front of him, with an indescribable shock in his eyes.

The cultivators present may not know what happened before, but as a person concerned, he naturally knows very well, just before, this sudden appearance of the figure, not only broke his swordsmanship with one punch, but the terrifying power shocked him almost unable to hold the sword in his hand, which made it difficult for him to calm down, you must know that the previous sword, he shot out with anger, although it was not his strongest sword, but that sword was enough to kill the cultivators below the Emperor Dao Realm, even if it was the few Emperor Dao Realm relatives in the Sword Domain, it might not be able to break it so easily.

The figure ignored Yang Chang, because after repelling Yang Chang with a punch, the left hand of the figure was also quickly raised, he shook it towards the void in front of him, an iron sword was held in his hand, he didn't turn his head, the iron sword in his hand swung directly to the back, in an instant, the sword moved the sky, and a sword light as thick as Yue swept across the sky, as if across the void, and suddenly appeared directly above Luo Ling, colliding with the giant shadow that fell suddenly.

Rumble!

The two collided, and the light was blazing, like two stars colliding and erupting into a terrible storm.

Many people squinted their eyes and looked at this scene in shock.

The shadows of the sun, moon and stars shattered together, and the giant shadow of the sky collapsed like a mountain cut by a sword.

The terrifying sword light dragged a blazing light in the void and slashed towards the old monk above.

The old monk's eyes suddenly opened, his eyes were filled with terrible light like the scorching sun, bright and stunning, his big hands together, directly pressed down, the dazzling light gushed out madly on the palm of his hand, accompanied by a huge roar, a heavenly dragon and the white tiger phantom manifested out, the dragon roared, and pounced on the whistling sword light.

"Descending the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger Seal..."Many Sword Domain cultivators present recognized that when the Sword Domain and Xituo were at war, there were no people who did not kill and die under this seal.

Rumble...

The roar frantically set off, and the sword light was finally engulfed by the Heavenly Dragon and the White Tiger Phantom.

"The old monk wants him to die... He's going to die..."

The old monk looked down at the white-clothed figure below, his hands suddenly clasped together, and at the same time, the Heavenly Dragon and the White Tiger Phantom Shadow not far away were intertwined together, and a piece of Dao pattern emerged, turning into a golden sword shadow, carrying the Heavenly Dragon and the White Tiger on it, and with a bang, shot towards the Luo Ling below.

The speed of this sword shadow was too fast, and it suddenly appeared behind Luo Ling.

The terrifying edge swallowed on the golden sword shadow, and before it touched Luo Ling's body, Luo Ling's back had already cracked into dense sword marks, and blood was dripping.

Luo Ling tried to dodge, but his body couldn't keep up with his thoughts.

But at this moment, an extremely white hand reached out behind Luo Ling, and grabbed the golden sword shadow without slowness, holding it.

Click...

The golden sword shadow cracked.

Under the shocked gaze of the Xituo cultivator, Su Yu raised his head, looked at the old monk above, and chuckled: "The tone is not small, but it is also in line with the style of Xituo, old monk, do you dare to take me with a sword?"