readx;? Everyone's hearts trembled, as if they had guessed the ending, the Frost Condensation Sword floated into the sky and moved, the sword momentum and sword intent made people desperate, the Frost Ling Tian, a cold light was born from the sword, and the cold sword light seemed to cross Qiong Xiao and leave a sword mark. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

With a tremor in his eyes, this blow is no longer something that the spirit level creatures can compete with, the people of the Demon Sect are sighing, sighing at Xing Wuyue's earth-shattering blow, while the people of the Five Elements Sect Tianxuanzong are sighing and feeling sad, obviously Zihan can fight with Xing Wuyue, but before Xing Wuyue can fight to the end, such a blow will erupt, how can he block it.

Ye Yichen's brows were tightly locked, Ye Xiyu's jade hand was clenched, and the remnant wind felt the sword, he sighed lightly again, he was always inferior to Xing Wuyue, nor as good as Zihan, they had already been defeated before they forced Xing Wuyue to come out of the sword.

But at this moment, Zi Han stood on the divine platform, his eyes were always so indifferent, looking at the frost divine sword above the sky, a trace of eagerness appeared in his eyes, it was the heirloom divine sword above the sword list, and it was not weaker than the holy soldiers.

"Big brother, what should I do now?How to take this blow, if this is the case, my eldest brother will die" Ye Yichen's eyes were full of anxiety, looking up, the frost divine sword was already gathering the last sword momentum, and it was only a wisp away from killing all enemies.

Blood Moon chuckled, looked upwards calmly, looked at Zi Han's sleeves, and said, "Fortunately, this king has the name of foresight, he is really wise and foolish."

Airplanes!

At this moment, the Frost Condensation Sword on the divine platform was trembling, and countless divine lights were all dispersed under this sword, and at this moment, Zi Han finally moved, he took a step, looked up, looked at the sky, at this moment, Zi Han's sleeves floated, and the long sword was once again submerged in his ring.

"Is the Purple Han Abandoning Swordsman going to admit defeat?"

Listening to the sound of discussion, Zi Han burst out, and the jade bottle at his fingertips surged out and disappeared into the sky, suddenly shattering with a banging sound.

At this moment, the spiritual power in the void trembled, and a jade bottle burst open from the sky, and in an instant, everyone's eyes revealed an incredible color, and one after another brilliance flowed up with unpredictable spiritual power fluctuations, and it was supernatural, permeating the entire battle platform, which was the power of the gods.

"Swallow the sky, swallow the earth, swallow all souls"

At this moment, Zi Han's eyes were filled with essence, but they became profound, and the seals in his hands were condensed, and in an instant, the seals were formed, and a terrifying devouring power moved from the seals, and the power of the gods entrenched on the god platform surged at this moment.

With the continuous influx of power, the aura around Zi Han's body became more and more terrifying, and the seal method in his hand was still changing, condensing this power.

"Then, that's the jade bottle you gave him?" Ye Yichen's eyes showed a touch of horror.

He remembered that when he first entered the Burial God Mountain Range, Blood Moon had given Zi Han a jade bottle, at that time he didn't know what was in the jade bottle, but now he finally knew that it contained such a terrifying divine power, but could Zi Han really accommodate such a huge divine power?

"Sword Monarch, have you abandoned the sword?"

Xing Wuyue's voice sounded, with playfulness, although he felt that Zi Han was condensing the power of those gods, but he didn't think that Zi Han could accommodate such a magnificent power, if he forcibly did it, he would only let himself explode and die, after all, he couldn't experience the power of the god if he wasn't a god.

"You use external forces to fight, why can't I" Zi Han spoke, but at this moment, his expression was a little heavy, and he was still gathering and controlling those powers.

"Then let's fight to the death"

Rumble!

Outside the Frost Condensing Sword, a huge divine sword phantom emerged, wisps of sword intent seemed to be able to tear the void, the divine light above the divine platform occupied the sky, the sword surged through Qiongxiao, and the key suspended in mid-air was trembling lightly at the moment, and a divine light was condensing out.

"Frost Divine Sword, a sword seals thousands of miles"

At this moment, the Frost Sword slashed towards Zi Han with the huge Divine Sword Phantom, and in an instant, the void was trembling, and that kind of spiritual power was the interweaving of gods and spirits, and it had already reached the blow of the Spirit God Realm, and everyone couldn't help but tremble.

"The Hand of Great Compassion"

Rumble!

At this moment, the devouring power in Zi Han's hand was finally dispersed, and the power of the gods floated Qiong Xiao at this moment, one head was pulling Zi Han's palm, at this moment Zi Han was moving, and the seal was condensed from this, a huge palm with a huge suspension of dozens of zhang above the sky, and a clear palm print on one hand, as if it were real, and the big hand moved with a sense of compassion.

At this moment, the power of the gods was circulating and intertwined and converging on the seal, at this moment, Zi Han felt that the power in the palm of that hand was so terrifying, if he had a demigod cultivation at this moment, he would definitely be able to perform a divine blow, and even be able to slaughter the gods with this.

Wow!

On the divine platform, the divine light appeared, countless frost-like sword qi surged through the sky, the frost divine sword slashed through the void, surging in the sky, at this moment, a big hand floated towards the huge divine sword phantom, and in an instant, a roaring sound resounded from above the sky.

Everyone's eyes trembled, all looking at this scene, the power of the two was awe-inspiring, the divine sword cut through the void, and the incomparably fierce came with unparalleled sword intent, but at this moment, the big hand came down from the sky, accompanied by the sound of purple cold's long roar, and between the big hand covers, the phantom of the divine sword was slapped down, extinguishing the brilliance of the divine sword.

Rumble!

The roaring sound suddenly rang out, and between the turmoil, the sound of Zi Han's long howl was drowned out, and Xing Wuyue's calm eyes could no longer be calm at this moment, and his face gradually turned pale at this moment.

The phantom of the divine sword was trembling, and the frost sword was struggling, but it was gradually crumbling under the palm of that hand, and it was about to turn into nothingness in an instant.

"One hand is like sorrow"

At this moment, Zi Han's voice was like a roar, Ruoran's big hand shattered at this moment, and countless divine lights intertwined again, at this moment, the divine light shattered into aftermath, surging out in all directions like a wave, and in an instant, the divine sword phantom shattered under this great force, and at the moment when the phantom collapsed, Xing Wuyue's eyes were full of horror, at this moment his face became pale as paper, a mouthful of blood poured and bloomed, the black robe exploded, and his body was shocked to ten zhang away.

Swish!

At the same time, at this moment, countless sword qi spiritual power turned into a storm, in the midst of that storm, a white-clothed figure walked through it, shattering the sword qi between floating hands, at this moment when everyone couldn't see it really, a figure jumped in the air, and a slender five fingers appeared in one hand, and in an instant, the key that was originally wrapped in divine light became dim in an instant, and finally disappeared.

Rumble!

A roaring sound resounded again, blurring everyone's eyes, and in an instant, the storm gradually dispersed, and the original power could only be exerted by people in the Spirit God Realm, dispersing those powers, Zi Han and Xing Wuyue could no longer do anything.

After experiencing such a big storm, the huge shrine was not damaged at all, it still exuded divine light, and the mottled blood still didn't know if there was a little more.

Xing Wuyue's figure stood up at this moment, his face was as pale as snow, his steps were staggering, with a sense of disbelief in his eyes, and when he looked into the distance, his gaze instantly turned scarlet, because the blood-stained young man in the distance, he held a sword in his hand, if it was like frost.

"Purple Cold"

Xing Wuyue finally roared, Zi Han looked at Xing Wuyue sideways, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, everyone looked at this scene in amazement, Zi Han floated up, the long sword slashed in his hand, and it turned around, and it disappeared into his ring in an instant.

"The Frost Condensing Divine Sword is powerful, but your cultivation has never been able to truly burst out of its true power, so you are defeated" Zi Han's figure looked quite embarrassed, and the spiritual power around him was sluggish.

"Give me back the frost, give it back to me"

Xing Wuyue, who was originally calm and calm, like a mountain and a sea, became fierce at this moment, his eyes became scarlet in an instant, the frost sword was the divine sword on the sword list, how could he be willing, he wanted to fight, he wanted to win, he came towards Zihan to kill, but at this moment, the red gaze became as sharp as an eagle falcon above the sky.

The remaining spiritual power around him surged up, the spiritual power wrapped around him, and at this moment his figure surged into the sky, and a fierce cry suddenly sounded above the sky, wrapping the spiritual power of the moonless and scattered with the wind, and everyone looked at this scene in disbelief, looking at the sky.

At this moment, a divine bird spread its wings and soared, a pair of wings glowing with glass-like silver light, crossing the sky, each silver feather was dazzling, and it was rushing towards Zihan to kill, the breath was so fierce, and a blow wanted to distinguish the winner and lose, and fight to the death.

"The moon is a silver bird"

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