This sword from outside the sky, cutting off the enemies of the world, is so prominent that it is enough to make the sun and the moon dim, the heaven and the earth are silent, and the power of a sword is like this, completely living up to the unparalleled spirit of the Zichen faction in charge of the real person, and not to mention the demeanor of its land immortals.

In Hanjiang City, almost everyone was stunned by the spirit of this world-shattering sword, and when they were holding their breath, the old man in Xuanyi suddenly let out a long roar, which was as majestic as a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, so high-pitched that it could not be repeated.

The wind is from the dragon, and the cloud is from the tiger!

Between heaven and earth, the wind is even faster, the sound of the wind is buzzing, and it turns into a huge storm that penetrates the sky and the earth beside the old man in Xuanyi, and the dark cloud vortex in the sky is turning faster and faster, like a flood troll opening its bloody mouth, wanting to devour all living beings, a strong sense of oppression envelops the half-made Hanjiang City, and the atmosphere is extremely depressing, as if the end of the world is coming.

The momentum of the old man in Xuanyi rose sharply in this high-pitched roar, endlessly, and in an instant, it had reached a terrifying level, with white hair flying, and Xuanyi drumming, like a demon god who came out of ancient mythology.

Zixia Sword Qi splits the void, and it will come in a moment!

The old man in Xuanyi held his right hand on his waist, pinched and clenched into a fist, accumulating momentum, and his left palm seemed to slow down the disease, and pushed forward violently, the majestic qi machine like the river and the sea sucked in and rolled, and the vitality that was free in the heaven and earth was pulled by it, and suddenly swarmed and gathered, compressed and condensed in front of the old man in Xuanyi, forming a wall of qi that seemed to be sealed.

Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron!

Every air wall barrier is a majestic and majestic pass, erecting the sky, and the enemy is outside the pass!

"Ding!"

When Zixia's sword qi was pointed on an invisible qi wall barrier, Huang Zhong Da Lu's voice suddenly sounded, and a circle of qi ripples rippled out, and after just a breath, with the sword qi as the center, a pale white crack as fine as a spider's web emerged from the void, like a mirror full of cracks, and the qi wall barrier burst open.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of "click" shattering continued to sound, and every time the qi wall barrier was broken, the Zixia sword qi that was dim drove straight in, and unswervingly slashed towards the old man in Xuanyi.

When the last qi wall barrier was on the verge of shattering, the old man in Xuanyi suddenly let out a low roar, and his right fist, which was gathering strength, slammed out.

This sword qi that fell from the sky and descended to the world may not be Zichen's strongest means, but the difference in the realm made the old man in Xuanyi dare not be careless.

The main purpose of the palm that attracted the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to turn into an air barrier was just to frustrate its edge, block its momentum, buy time for this punch that was gaining momentum, and raise the fist to the peak state!

As soon as the punch came out, the sky shook and the earth moved, and the entire space shook violently, and countless overlapping images appeared, and the concussive power generated by the space, under the guidance of the divine will in the fist of the old man in Xuanyi, was just like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, crushing towards the purple sword qi.

The sword qi condensed like essence buzzed and trembled, like a flat boat in the sea, shattered, and the fragmented sword qi shattered and disintegrated under the endless power of shock.

Fortunately, at this moment, the two of them were high in the sky, and they intended to control themselves, and did not disperse their power and spread to the city below, otherwise Hanjiang City would have been full of corpses in the battle between the two and would have become purgatory on earth.

Even so, the kind of powerful force that makes the heavens and the earth change color and the space trembles between gestures also makes the hearts of the people watching the battle below sway, and they can't help themselves!

Some martial artists who came all the way to see the essence of the martial arts of the Heavenly Grandmaster, but were depressed because they couldn't bear the inscription divine will, their hearts were swept away, and their mood was extremely high, and they only felt that this trip was really worth it!

The sword qi shattered, and the expression on Zichen's face changed strangely for the first time.

With all his fists closed, the white beard under the jaw of the old man in Xuanyi fluttered, and his pride was overflowing, and the wanton laughter shook the nine heavens: "Zichen Niu's nose, what do you think of the old man's punch?"

The clothes were flying, and the face of Zichen who was standing on the red-crowned immortal crane returned to calm again, his tone was calm, and he said lightly: "With Brother Chu's cultivation at the peak of heaven and man, it is really rare to be able to strike this punch that is even strong in the land fairy realm." ”

Zichen's evaluation was decent, neither exaggerated nor belittled, but the old man in Xuanyi was greatly dissatisfied with Zichen's not salty and indifferent reaction, and snorted coldly at the moment, and said: "The current move is nothing, you look at my move!"

As soon as the words fell, the old man in Xuanyi bent his five fingers, turned his hand and grabbed it upward, and in the midst of the turbulent airflow, there seemed to be an invisible big hand that clasped the sky upside down, pulling down the dark and gloomy cloud vortex swirl, forming a huge funnel shape, and the black clouds were vast, and they continued to pour into the surrounding storms.

After the wind and clouds merged, twisted and expanded, it turned into a pitch-black cloud dragon of tens of zhang in size, and under the guidance of the old man in Xuanyi, the fierce qi between heaven and earth gathered wildly, forming two scarlet dragon eyes on the upper jaw of the dragon's head.

This finishing touch, as if to endow the black cloud dragon with spirit, the black cloud dragon raised its head and roared, the dragon groaned, echoing in the air endlessly, as if the ancient turbid dragon was resurrected, fierce and monstrous, churning and dancing, tearing away to the purple dust,

Before the pitch-black cloud dragon approached, the waves of evil qi had already taken the lead, and the red-crowned crane under the feet of Zichen began to be restless under the surging impact of the evil qi, and the frequency of the vibration of its wings increased significantly.

"Little crane, don't be impatient, there is a poor way, it can't hurt you!" Zichen's faint words seemed to contain some kind of power to soothe the soul, and when the red-crowned crane heard it, it instantly calmed down and was no longer restless.

A smile overflowed at the corner of his mouth, Zichen looked at the old man in Xuanyi, and said in a manly voice: "Brother Chu's trick will turn into a dragon as soon as he gathers the wind and clouds, which has the meaning of the secret method of feeding the yin dragon in the yin world, and the power is also extraordinary, but it is also difficult to help the poor road!"

As he spoke, the sleeves embroidered with hexagram patterns on the corner of Zichen swelled up, and he swept towards the flying black cloud dragon, but the hexagram sleeve robe of the size of a foot expanded and expanded without limit, containing heaven and earth, and encompassing the universe, and even the sun hanging in the sky was swept into its sleeves.

The terrifying pitch-black cloud dragon was like a moth to a fire, flying into the sleeve that seemed to contain infinite time and space, and it didn't set off the slightest ripple.

The sleeves hung down, the purple dust flicked gently, and there was a soft "pop", and the vast sleeves that contained heaven and earth disappeared, and everything returned to calm.

"The sleeves are big, the sun and the moon are long in the pot, the purple dust ox nose, the magic powers in the Heavenly Book of Creation have not been cultivated by you? Can you take a look at the one gas and three clears, and let the old man see what the mysteries of this famous ancient great power are?"

While talking, laughing and asking, the old man in Xuanyi raised his hand, stretched his five fingers, and turned around in a way that secretly matched the rhythm of heaven and earth, and his posture was the same as Mo Qingge's action when he cracked Liu Yuanzong's "Wind and Snow Moon"!

In the next moment, the nearly ten-zhang void around Zichen suddenly changed, collapsing and shrinking inward, and thousands of strange forces and even spiritual thoughts seeped into it, evolving into various mysteries such as confusion of light and shadow, reversal of the universe, and confusion of the five aggregates!

At this moment, the mystery of the word "trapped" is vividly displayed in the hands of the old man in Xuanyi!

The purple dust does not change color, the breath is between the presence and the absence of reality, naturally, all things are born, not affected by it at all, such as towering mountains, and like big rivers, all changes for him, are like a breeze, the bright moon shines on the river, it is difficult to hurt him at all.

With a loud crane chirp, Zichen drove the red-crowned crane and flew out of the enveloping range of the strange force field unscathed.

The word "trapped" that made ordinary people involuntarily, their thoughts reversed, and they could only be tied up and killed, but they didn't even raise a corner of the clothes of this real person in charge.

Watching the battle so far, Mo Qingge finally realized why the old man in Xuanyi would frankly admit that he didn't even have half a chance of winning, this real person in charge of the Dao Sect of Creation, the mysterious magic power is endless, as if he can do anything.

The old man in Xuanyi had done his best, but this real person in charge of the sect was still in a state of leisure.

Land Immortals!

It's really like a god!