Brush!!!

Tu Wanli's figure quickly retreated, and he never expected that he would be injured by the young man in front of him. While regressing, Tu Wanli also kept frowning, because he found that the palm that had just been pierced by Ling Chen could not heal at all.

At this time, Ling Chen was naturally using the power of the Supreme to deal with Tu Wanli, otherwise, even if he rebelled against the sky, he would definitely not be the opponent of Tu Wanli, a saint, just by virtue of his strength of the main level of the Sixth Heaven.

Tu Wanli retreated, but Ling Chen didn't plan to stop there, he saw him step out, the space folded, and the next moment, he had already chased Tu Wanli's approach.

Brush!!!

The sword reappeared, and Ling Chen also pointed into a sword again, slashing at Tu Wanli! At this time, Tu Wanli also let out a low shout, and at the same time, a short blade as black as ink also appeared in his hand!

The short blade is pitch black as ink, and it seems to be able to devour all the light sources around it. At this moment, this short blade, which was as black as ink, also turned into a black light directly in Tu Wanli's hand, and met the sword that Ling Chen slashed in!

Bite!!!

A crisp sound of gold and iron clashing resounded in the sky, and the sword light turned by Ling Chen's fingers directly collided with Tu Wanli's short blade!

Click!!

As the sword made contact with the short blade, a cracking sound was heard. At this time, I saw that on the pitch-black short blade in Tu Wanli's hand, dense cracks appeared.

This short blade is Tu Wanli's natal divine weapon, and at this time, with the shattering of this short blade, Tu Wanli, who is connected to his heart, also suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood!

"This ......"

Tu Wanli looked at the short blade in his hand with an incredible gaze, this natal divine weapon that had followed him for hundreds of thousands of years, but it was a genuine holy weapon!

Tu Wanli was surprised by the strength of Ling Chen's body, and at the same time, his body also exploded again! But no matter how fast he was, he couldn't escape Ling Chen's pursuit!

Burst!!!

A bloody light burst out! Tu Wanli's movements came to an abrupt halt! A generation of martial saints fell! And he still died so aggrieved, his saint-level great divine power had not even come to use it in a hurry.

Click!!

A blood-colored lightning pierced the sky, and then there was also a rain of blood in the sky, and the saint fell to the heavens and the earth, and with the fall of Tu Wanli, on this foggy spirit island, there were suddenly more than a dozen terrifying breaths rushing to the sky!

Eighteen figures rushed into the void at the same time, and these eighteen people were also the eighteen martial masters on the Fog Spirit Island.

"Father!"

"Ancestor ......!"

Eighteen Martial Masters roared at the same time! The old Martial Saint who had guarded them for more than 100,000 years on Fog Spirit Island had fallen. At this moment, these eighteen martial arts masters were also Ling Chen, who was locking their breath at the same time!

"Ling family child, you return my father's life!" A middle-aged man in a brocade robe pointed at Ling Chen with a spear in his hand, this middle-aged man was also the current owner of Wuling Island, Tu Qiandao.

Rumble!!!

The terrifying aura erupted, and the spear in Tu Qianjian's palm directly turned into an angry dragon and roared at Ling Chen! And while he rushed towards Ling Chen, he also secretly transmitted to the remaining seventeen martial masters: "Hurry up!"