A giant hand, covering the sky and the sun, seems to be able to turn the world upside down. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The brilliance of the Returning Ruins Mirror became more and more hot, grand, and a blazing brilliance that pierced the air shot out, heading straight towards this giant hand that covered the sky!

"Boom!"

The blazing brilliance that erupted on the Returning Ruins Mirror collided with the giant hand that covered the sky from the monk of this Dao Palace realm, making a deafening collision roar, and a strong wave of qi swept out, sweeping everyone in this underground open space in rags.

Poof!

Poof!

Poof!

Urging the Returning Ruins Mirror with all his strength, he struck a powerful blow, but he still couldn't resist the hand of the true Dao Palace realm cultivator.

Everyone in the Xuanyuan Sect spurted blood in unison, their faces were pale, and their breath was slight, especially the two elders of the inner sect, who were already very old, and they were even more squirting blood, their faces were as pale as gold paper, and their bodies trembled, and they actually sat on the ground with their butts, spurting blood and mouthing their mouths, with a look of joy in their eyes.

"Ahem...... Is this the strength of the Dao Palace Realm! Just by slapping out one hand, so many of us Yuanhai Realm powerhouses urged the Dao Palace Divine Soldiers to strike the strongest blow, and all of them were seriously injured!"

Zhang Changfeng's body was also crumbling, with blood in his mouth, and his eyes stared at the ordinary-looking Dao Palace realm man.

More than a dozen of them were powerhouses of the Source Sea Realm, plus he was comparable to a half-step Source Sea Realm, and they worked together to urge the Dao Palace Divine Soldiers to return to the Ruins Mirror, but they couldn't resist the hand of a true Dao Palace Realm monk!

At this moment, Zhang Changfeng finally understood why in the Ten Thousand Miles of Youyue Mountain Range, the monk of the Dao Palace realm was the king.

"Ahem......"

The corners of Xia Feng's mouth also overflowed with blood, and the monks of the Dao Palace realm condensed the Dao Palace Divine Ring, condensing a Dao Palace Divine Ring, which was equivalent to having one more self, and he could burst out with double combat power.

And the monks of the Dao Palace realm condensed the Dao Palace Divine Yuan, and began to approach the martial arts and supernatural powers, every time they made a move, it was not a pure martial art, just like the ordinary-looking man just now, even if he didn't use any martial arts, but just by shooting it with one hand, he could manifest a big hand that covered the sky, even if everyone urged the Dao Palace Divine Soldier to vomit blood.

"Very strong, a monk from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect? Sure enough, it is much stronger than a monk in the realm of ordinary Dao Palace......

Xia Feng's heart sank, the Thousand Swords Gate turned out to be founded by the former disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, a holy land in Nanzhan, which made Xia Feng think slightly in his heart.

In the center of Nanzhan Center, there are not many holy places, and Wanjianmen is one of them.

Wanjianmen, the legend is that it was founded by a sword saint, has a history of tens of thousands of years, at the peak of the Xia Emperor, the power of the Wanjianmen is very huge, the Xia Huang has also visited the Wanjianmen, and the Wanjianmen are in equal status.

This is the strength of a holy land, you must know that the former Xia Emperor is the strongest person on the earth under this starry sky, and he must also give three points of face to the holy land of Wanjianmen.

The Ten Thousand Swords Gate is a holy place, but it is not a small remote place like the Youyue Mountain Range that can be compared, and the monks of the Dao Palace realm are only a small role in the Ten Thousand Swords Gate.

However, according to this point of view, more than a thousand years ago, the demon who was banned by Youyue and suppressed is estimated to be really an ancestor of Wanjianmen who was plotted by someone, almost went mad, and was seriously injured.

"With the intervention of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, this time the Xuanyuan Sect, even if the master comes, it is estimated that it will not be able to please it......"

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Xia Feng swallowed a healing pill, although the injury was not serious, but between the collision with the Dao Palace realm monk, it also shocked the internal organs, it was only a minor injury, and a healing pill could solve it.

On the other hand, although the others are pale and have a sluggish breath, they are all slightly injured, and their combat power is still there.

"Return to the ruins mirror! What a Dao Palace Divine Weapon!"

And the monk of the Dao Palace realm of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate withdrew his palm and looked at the deep wound that appeared on his right hand, not only was he not angry and angry, but he laughed out loud.

Although the Dao Palace Divine Soldier is a Dao Palace Divine Soldier, but the weapon is not as good as the monks of the same realm, under the urging of a group of ants in the Yuanhai Realm, he actually injured him, and a deep wound on the palm of his hand that was visible to the bone was cracked, and drops of viscous blood like mercury dripped down, and drops of viscous blood like mercury dripped down, and they directly pierced the incomparably hard stone ground below everyone.

"If I have this Returning Ruins Mirror, my strength will increase a lot!

The wound in the palm of the man's hand slowly closed, blocking the blood from flowing out, and his eyes stared at the ruins mirror in Zhang Changfeng's hand with bright eyes, and the greedy color on his face was unobstructed.

The Returning Ruins Mirror is a Dao Palace Divine Weapon, and even among the Dao Palace Divine Soldiers, it also belongs to an excellent category, and its own mirror-type weapon has unpredictable power.

As a disciple of the Holy Land Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the man has a cultivation of the Dao Palace realm, but with his cultivation realm, even if he has enough good materials, he can't refine the powerful Dao Palace Divine Weapon like the Guiru Mirror, so the man's heart is moved.

"Give me the Dao Palace Divine Soldier of the Guiru Mirror, I can let you live!"

A fiery and greedy gaze burst out of the man's eyes, staring closely at the ruins mirror in Zhang Changfeng's hand, and said eagerly to Zhang Changfeng.

"Ahem, you want to return to the ruins mirror!?"

Seeing the blazing and greedy gaze that burst out of the man's eyes, Zhang Changfeng sneered: "Then ask me about the Xuanyuan Sect Sect first!"

"Hmph! Since you don't want to give it, then don't blame me for snatching it directly! Xuanyuan Sect is in charge! Hmph, how powerful can it be! Before my Ten Thousand Swords Sect, you Xuanyuan Sect is vulnerable!"

The man sneered, seeing that Zhang Changfeng refused to give in, the big hand slapped out again, and a big hand covering the sky was patted down, but this time on the giant hand that covered the sky, a wound could be clearly seen, which was left by the people of the Xuanyuan Sect led by Zhang Changfeng to urge the return to the ruins mirror.

Although the monks of the Dao Palace realm are strong, they are not invincible.

So many Yuanhai realm masters urged the Dao Palace Divine Soldiers, although they were defeated, it was still okay to leave him with some wounds.

"You want my mirror??"

Just when the man of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate slapped the giant hand that covered the sky again, a flat voice sounded, and with this flat voice, the giant hand that covered the sky shot by the man of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate seemed to be struck by lightning, and it shattered silently.

"Ah......h

The giant hand that covered the sky was shattered, and even the right hand shot by the man with the Ten Thousand Swords Gate was also traumatized, and the entire right hand was drenched in blood, and the flesh and blood were rolling, and even five finger bones and chapter bones of Bai Sensen could be seen.

"Damn! Dare to hurt me! Do you know that the Ten Thousand Swords Sect behind me is the supreme holy land, and if you want to destroy this small sect in the remote realm of yours, it is as simple as an elephant trampling an ant to death!"

The man of Wanjianmen screamed miserably, covering his white bones, blood-drenched right hand, and said with a hideous face.

"You can't represent the Ten Thousand Swords Gate! In the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, you are just a small character. ”

A figure appeared silently beside Zhang Changfeng.

The temples are gray, but there are some young faces, and above the face, a pair of eyes have a rich vicissitudes, and two completely different breaths are entangled, giving people a very ridiculous feeling.