Such a change made the face of the man who spoke just now change, and he immediately waved the sword weapon in his hand, and a sword qi was drawn in the air.

"Heavenly Evil Slash!"

A black 'colored' sword light slashed out, with the rebelliousness of a god and demon, accompanied by the wind cracking, and that momentum made Dezi 'Jade' and An Yusheng, as well as Cheng Lianxin and others, their faces changed slightly.

Although their physique is very strong, their comprehension is good, and their martial arts level is also very high, but with these cultivators who have already reached the consummation of the realm of spirits, and are full of monstrous fighting intent and murderous spirit, and have gone through countless scenes of life and death, they are still weaker.

Murong Qiong's followers, the physique is all the same 'color' ancient physique, although they are different, but their strength is undoubtedly strong, this point, even the arrogant Mu Linglong has to admit it, after all, these people have been cultivating in the ancient fantasy realm for almost twenty years, and it is estimated that they were already at the peak of the realm spirit realm more than ten years ago.

What shocked everyone was that Zhang Chen, who looked extremely thin, was stronger than the man who made the sword.

"Thunderbolt Seal!"

The cyan 'color' palm print condensed like lightning from the palm of Zhang Chen's swing, and from the moment the palm print burst out, the aura in the surrounding air began to surge wildly, condensing into a strange faint spiritual power mark!

This spiritual power inscription, which looked like a strange 'spirit' spirit, was entrenched between the palm prints, making the power of the palm prints that burst out several times in the blink of an eye.

When the palm print collided with the black 'colored' sword qi, the strange 'spirit' spirit seemed to be devouring the sword qi, and actually absorbed part of the power of the black 'color' sword qi and turned it into the power of the palm print, making the originally weakened power of the palm print suddenly increase.

Rumble!

The huge palm print in the void shattered the black 'colored' sword qi, carrying the galloping momentum of a huge tsunami, falling all over the sky!

Mu Linglong's eyes were slightly cold, and in those beautiful eyes, the pupils contracted slightly, and she said in an extremely shocked tone: "This is a saint-level martial arts!"

When everyone heard this, they all looked at the strange 'spirit' spirit in their palms, and their hearts were filled with doubts and 'confusion', what is the obvious difference between saint-level martial arts and high-level martial arts?

I saw that the palm print smashed down, and the man raised his sword and slashed violently, but he couldn't break the palm print, and his face couldn't help but turn white.

He could feel the huge energy contained in that palm print, and if he was hit by this palm, he would probably be seriously injured if he didn't die!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Behind him, five sword qi suddenly erupted, and the five Murong Qiongde followers naturally couldn't see their companions being killed, so they immediately attacked, and for a while, the six of them slashed out together.

The powerful sword qi gathered in a huge sword ray, and finally hit the falling palm print, shattering the strange 'spirit' spirit, and the power of the palm print gradually shattered, turning into a huge energy 'wave', and a 'wave' pattern of power full of extremely strong wind spread from the void.

Everyone present was shocked back more than ten steps by the impact of the power 'wave' pattern!

"Hmph, you followers can't do it, I will beat you like this with a random 'door' martial arts, you are really a waste. ”

Zhang Chen's unruly voice sounded, and his eyes looked at Murong Qiong's followers with disdain.

When everyone heard this, they were very angry at this moment.

There was a heavy 'color' in their eyes, and just now everyone sensed the palm prints volatilized by Zhang Chen and the ordinary martial arts were different.

If it is good, the palm print condensed by the 'Gate' palm method should be a saint-level martial art, but it is not a real saint-level martial art.

The real saint-level martial arts will condense a very powerful martial arts spirit, and the martial artist is called the holy martial spirit!

Once the Holy Martial Spirit is condensed, you can freely call the aura in the planet or even the plane to increase the power of the martial arts, the stronger the Holy Martial Spirit, the greater the destructive power of the martial arts outbreak.

The phenomenon of the Holy Martial Spirit mobilizing the aura between heaven and earth can be called the resonance of heaven and earth.

Bai Zicheng and the others remembered that when they were in Sirius, when they cast a 'gate' in Saint King Star was regarded as the most rubbish heaven-level martial arts, they could all attract heavenly power and cause resonance between heaven and earth.

After arriving at a planet like Saint King that is bound by the power of the High Laws, if you want to resonate with heaven and earth, you can only do it by using a powerful Saint-level martial arts.

However, before reaching the Immortal Feather Realm, even if he used the Saint-level martial arts, he only had a form, and he didn't have that kind of vast power.

Zhang Chen's palm, because he had not reached the cultivation of the Immortal Feather Realm, could only condense a faint Saint Martial Spirit.

"Is this the strength of the old players?"

Bai Zicheng's eyes flickered, if he, Wang Chen, and Cheng Lianxin joined forces, it was estimated that they would only be able to take over the power of one palm.

I thought that their combat power was already good, but in front of this group of old guys, it was still not enough.

At this moment, Ling De Bai Zicheng, Cheng Lianxin, Wang Chen and countless others all had a desire to become stronger in their hearts, only in this way would they not be at the mercy of others and oppressed by others.

Zhang Chen relied on his strength and sneered: "Now that Murong Qiong has died with that little ghost, I will come to understand you now!"

He deliberately glanced at Cheng Lianxin, Purple 'Jade', and Mu Linglong's three 'women', and said with a disgusting voice: "Don't worry, the three of you are so good-looking, I can't bear to kill you." ”

After speaking, he gave an order, and ordered the twelve figures behind him to make a move.

These twelve 'fine' men in costume shot the same way, obviously the martial arts they practiced were the same, they all came out of the sword, those powerful sword qi, moves and postures, people can see at a glance that they are casting a 'door' sword formation!

There are two types of formations, one is a deputy class type formation, and the other is a martial arts type formation!

The subordinate class formation has high requirements, and it is customary to use charms to arrange the formation, while the martial arts formation is arranged with moves, momentum, and its own strength.

As soon as the sword array was formed, the twelve people were like a bright moon, bursting out with a gloomy and cold momentum, deducing a huge Panyue sword qi.

Bai Zicheng looked at it in shock, and found that in the Panyue Sword Qi, there was actually a faint Saint Martial Spirit, which was even stronger than what Zhang Chen had condensed before!

Bang!

The Panyue sword qi condensed by the sword array smashed down towards Murong Qiong's followers, and the powerful momentum caused the ground to crack!

The eleven people burst out with the strongest sword skills bombarded the moon disk sword qi, and they couldn't shake the moon disk sword qi in the slightest, seeing this, their faces were pale and pale, and they had a hunch that even if they joined forces together, they couldn't stop this move.

However, just when Zhang Chen thought that he could see the corpses of these eleven people immediately, an inscription floated from the crack in the earth of the endless abyss.

The ancient aura, with a strong aura of desolation, quietly blocked in front of the eleven people.