"That's!?"

"That great shadow...... A head!?It's a head! Oh my God! Such a huge body is definitely a god body! The god body of the blue god!"

Seeing the huge shadow that appeared in the depths of the ocean, the eyes of Jiang Yuli and Jing Daoke appeared in ecstasy at the same time.

"Found it, finally found it!"

"The body of the Azure God!"

"This kid is desperately injured, and he has to come to the location of the god body of the blue god, there must be a shíme trick, and he must be stopped!"

"Don't hold your hands any longer, go all out!, in addition, inform all the disciples to block the sea and go to the nénggòu to let him escape again!"

The two peerless powerhouses of the sword artistic conception, at this moment, their faces and hearts were all filled with ecstasy, and they shouted one by one, bursting out with infinite power and speed, dividing ripples of water in the ocean, and quickly narrowing the distance between them and the royal court.

"Did you chase it? ”

gǎnjiào looked at the two sword articulation powerhouses who were quickly approaching behind him, and a trace of determination appeared in Wang Ting's eyes.

The only way to do this is to detonate the vast sea-like power of the Godhead, forming an unprecedented terrifying storm that will kill all living beings within a radius of ten kilometers.

Only after killing all the more than 1,000 Sword Masters, Sword Momentum Mahayana Masters, and the two Sword Artistic Conception powerhouses behind them, can the Western shìjiè have the slightest hope that they can retain the fire of the continental inheritance from the pursuit of the remaining Sword Strength Mahayana and Sword Saints.

After the thought was resolute, Wang Ting's figure accelerated again, and the realm of the Great Perfection Realm coupled with the ability to incarnate a void creature made his speed suddenly climb a bit, and he quickly threw Jiang Yuli and Jing Daoke, the two sword artistic conception powerhouses, behind him.

Originally, there were some members of the Silver-Blood Swordsman Legion here, but with the outbreak of the Great War in the West, all of them were withdrawn. It's empty at the moment. The royal court doesn't have to worry about shíme being injured at all.

"Come on, come on, all come here, all close!"

Feeling the changes in the fluctuations of the ocean, Wang Ting kept talking to himself.

"This kid, this shíhòu is still so fast!"

"The end of the crossbow, even if he can put this god's head into the spatial ring. So what, the physical strength and true qi of a sword mahayana can't be compared with a real sword realm powerhouse at all, today, with the head of a god. We are bound to win, with the head of this god, we continue to perceive the vastness and mystery of the god's might, and we can touch the supreme realm and become a supreme-level powerhouse. ”

"Supreme-level powerhouse?"

In this shíhòu royal court, Jiang Yuli's words full of ecstasy could already be heard.

Standing on the head of this god, he glanced up at these two sword powerhouses. and that quickly into the sea. Many sword saints and sword masters who surrounded him from all directions, the faces of the royal court. A hint of coldness appeared: "Supreme-level powerhouse, in your life, I'm afraid there is no hope." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Ruosheng Sword instantly appeared in his hand.

Without any hesitation, Ruosheng's sword was infused with his strong true qi and energy, aimed at the godhead of the blue god, and stabbed down blatantly, the sharp sword, carrying indestructible power, directly pierced into the godhead of the blue god, and submerged most of it.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Yuli and Jing Daoke's faces changed at the same time!

"Bastard thing, you want to do shíme?"

"If you don't get it, you want to be destroyed?

With two loud shouts, Jiang Yuli, who was one point faster, suddenly struck, and the powerful sword intent was infused into the sword qi, shaking and tearing the sea water, separated by a distance of several thousand meters, still cutting through the bottom of the sea and shooting towards Wang Ting's figure.

"It's late!"

Glancing at Jiang Yuli, who hurriedly drew his sword, Wang Ting's jīngshénshìjiè's jīngshén power rushed into the godhead of this god without any reservations, and the powerful jīngshén secret technique formed the most violent jīngshén storm.

"It's all over!"

The original godhead of the blue god was just a pool of stagnant water, calm and calm, however, the bombardment of the storm of the royal court jīngshén hǎoxiàngyīdiǎn spark, fell into a powder keg, and in an instant, the power inside was all ignited, and in the calm godhead, a powerful force that made people palpitate instantly emerged. The terrifying jīngshén fluctuations, this jīngshén fluctuations jùliè were boiling, and just a trace of it escaped had already made Wang Ting, the ninth-order peak jīngshén capable person's face suddenly change!

Can't resist it!

Even he, a ninth-order pinnacle jīngshén capable person, couldn't resist it!

After the jīngshén storm in the godhead was drawn out, the power was so great that it greatly exceeded the expectations of the royal court.

"Not good!"

"This is shíme!"

Jiang Yuli and Jing Daoke's corpses of the two of them for the first time jiēchù god were not at all the mysteries and dangers contained in the body of a god, and at the moment when the royal court drew out the jīngshén power in the blue godhead, they only felt an incomparably terrifying aura, suddenly enveloping their hearts, in front of this aura, their proud and powerful strength, humble and insignificant like an antfly, the other party only needed to move their hearts, and they were completely wiped out.

"Run, run, run!"

"No, this power!?This is the power of the gods!?How can a mortal kěnéng master the power of the gods!"

Jiang Yuli and Jing Daoke, who were still rushing towards the royal court at the fastest speed, their faces were full of horror and fear at the same time, and they roared one by one, fleeing to the sea as fast as possible.

"It's ...... This force ...... How many times stronger is it than the supreme-level powerhouse!"

Not only them, but even the Longhua Sword Emperor, who was a little slower and had not yet entered the interior of the ocean, also changed his face in an instant after perceiving the terrifying fluctuations escaping from the bottom of the sea, this aura was somewhat similar to those Supreme Realm powerhouses he faced back then, but compared to the terrifying fluctuations in front of him, those Supreme Realm powerhouses were completely insignificant, one was a river, the other was the sea, and there was no comparison at all.

Without any hesitation, his figure yǐjīng retreated as quickly as he could.

"What a terrifying gǎnjiào, for shíme, will I gǎnjiào to the top and bottom of the body is cold?

"Fear, fear, fear from the heart, is there a shíme monster in this sea?"

"This is definitely the coercion of the life level, I am a sword saint, but in the face of this fluctuation, the blood is about to coagulate, the soul and body are out of control, and even the true qi can't be raised, oh my God, what the hell is going on......"

"Get out of here! Get out of here! There are absolutely desperate creatures in this ocean!"

Although the induction of those Sword Saint Realm powerhouses is not as strong as that of the Longhua Sword Emperor, this shíhòu, one by one, is also all cold, and instinctively feels that zìjǐ has fallen into an indescribable great terror, and under the devouring of this terrifying gǎnjiào, hǎoxiàng is going to be pulled into the endless abyss, and the instinct of survival makes their figures flying towards the ocean return one by one as fast as possible, in a vain attempt to leave this unspeakable place of fear.

But......

It's late!

It's all slow, it's fast!

Ruosheng's sword pierced through the godhead of the blue godhead, and the jīngshén secret technique formed by the peak jīngshén power of the ninth order of the royal court blasted into the godhead, and this guòchéng was actually only for a moment, not even a second of shíjiān.

In the next moment, the vast jīngshén power that was detonated out, yǐjīng turned into a jīngshén storm that annihilated all things and swept the heavens, and it rushed out in a mighty impact, with a devastating and sweeping posture, with the godhead as the center, rushing towards the land in all directions for nearly ten kilometers.

There was no fear, no screaming, no roaring, no crying, no vigor, no fluctuation of battle, and even, no damage to all the outside world.

Even that sea, which was calm before, is still calm.

The shìjiè, which is ten kilometers in radius, has not changed at all.

However, it is in this shìjiè that no change has taken place, that all the sounds between heaven and earth disappear.

Originally, there were many sword saints and sword masters who were still noisy and shouting, but at this moment, hǎoxiàng was hit by the immobilization technique at the same time, and at the same time they were cast the forbidden speech technique, and even at the same time they were frozen shíjiān, between heaven and earth, there was a strange silence.

Whether it is a sword saint or a sword power Mahayana, one moment ago, there was still a look of horror on their faces, and they wanted to fly into the sky, trying to leave this dead sea as quickly as possible, and the next moment, all the voices in their mouths were stopped, and everyone's eyes were wide open, and they wanted to shout, but they couldn't make any sound.

One second!

Half a second!

Or even shorter.

Their suddenly wide-open pupils contracted rapidly, and all the divine light contained in them dimmed, extinguished, and disappeared.

And the power that controlled heaven and earth, maintained its body in the sky, and as the divine light in his eyes went out, fǎngfó lost all power, and just like that, he fell, silently falling into the ocean.

More than one.

All the Sword Saints, all the Sword Strength Mahayana, and the more than 1,800 powerhouses of the entire Wanyu Heavenly Sect were rampant and domineering in the void just now, and the energy fluctuations caused by flying continued to spread, shouting, shouting, and scolding.

But this shíhòu was completely silent, and the shouts, energy fluctuations, and jīngshén thoughts were all gone.

Hundreds of sword saints fell from the void silently, falling into the sea one after another, and the sound of falling into the sea constantly sounded.

The whole guòchéng, calm and terrifying!

The whole guòchéng, the dead silence is eerie!

In an instant, the whole world was completely quiet. (To be continued)