The disciples of the Northern Hell Sect did not use all their strength at first, but only relied on the strength of the two Izumo Sect disciples to deal with them.

Seeing this, the two Izumo Sect disciples even accelerated their attack speed.

Just when the two of them were getting closer and closer to the disciples of the Northern Netherworld Sect, the disciples of the Northern Netherworld Sect who had successfully 'lured the enemy into depth' revealed a cold chill on their already cold faces.

In an instant, his entire body exploded, and the power of more than eight hundred and thirty ancient horned dragons swept out from the iron fist, setting off gusts of wind whistles and qi explosions, smashing towards one of the Izumo Sect disciples like a meteor falling.

The punch is like a mountain, and the stone is shattering!

Rumble!

A loud bang came, and the disciple of the Northern Netherworld Sect smashed the spirit knife in the hand of the Izumo Sect disciple with a punch, and the iron fist that crossed the sky was like turning into a giant hammer, and continued to smash down on the head of the Izumo Sect disciple.

Bang!

An explosion was transmitted, and the heads of the Izumo sect disciples were exploded like watermelons, red and white things splashed everywhere, and the headless corpse fell to the ground with a bang.

"You...... You actually hide your strength?!"

Another Izumo Sect disciple who used a sword, that is, the Izumo Sect disciple who had always spoken in a bad tone, saw that the head of his fellow disciple was blown up by a punch from the Northern Netherworld Sect disciple who suddenly erupted, and his face instantly changed drastically.

Immediately after, without any hesitation, he turned around and fled!

Are you kidding!

He did it with all his might, but with the power of more than five hundred and fifty ancient horned dragons, and the other party had the power of eight hundred and thirty ancient horned dragons, it was impossible for him to defeat the other party.

It's just that now he only thinks of 'escaping', but he never thinks that with his strength, he can escape under the nose of this disciple of the Northern Netherworld Sect?

As soon as the disciple of the Izumo Sect escaped more than ten meters away, he was chased by the disciple of the Northern Netherworld Sect, and in a panic, he was punched in the head, and followed in the footsteps of his fellow disciple.

In the blink of an eye, after killing two Izumo Sect disciples in a row, the faces of the disciples of the Northern Netherworld Sect remained unchanged, and after collecting the 'acceptance rings' of the two of them, his eyes fell on Duan Lingtian's body.

"Boy...... You are very smart. ”

The disciple of the Northern Hell Sect, whose face was cold, looked at Duan Lingtian and said lightly, "Fortunately, you didn't escape...... Otherwise, you'll die before they do! But now, it's time for you to go on your way with them. ”

Speaking of which, the disciples of the Northern Hell Sect looked at Duan Lingtian's eyes, revealing a cold killing intent.

On his body, the killing intent is soaring!

"If I give you this 'Fragment of the Upanishads'...... You, too, want to kill me?"

Duan Lingtian's eyes narrowed, and an imperceptible essence flashed, and he asked with interest.

"Of course!"

The disciple of the Northern Netherworld Sect said as a matter of course: "If you survive, spread the news that I have obtained this 'Sevenfold Emperor Realm Earth Mystery Fragment'...... Am I not the target of public criticism?"

"Only the dead don't talk nonsense. (Baidu search update is the fastest and most stable)"

As soon as the words fell, above the void above the heads of the disciples of the Northern Netherworld Sect, the vision of heaven and earth was turbulent, and the phantoms of the eight hundred and thirty ancient horned dragons became more and more condensed, ready to rush out at any time.

"Thank you for reminding me. ”

Duan Ling Tian's squinted eyes suddenly opened, a bright smile appeared on his face, and his gaze fell on the disciple of the Northern Netherworld Sect.

"What do you mean?"

Seeing the smile on Duan Ling Tian's face, the disciple of the Northern Hell Sect felt a little furious in his heart, and couldn't help but ask in a deep voice.

"Only the dead don't talk nonsense!"

Duan Ling Tian repeated what the Northern Netherworld Sect disciple had just said, and almost as soon as the words fell, his figure moved, and he shot out quickly.

The wind and clouds are tornailing!

Duan Ling Tian was like turning into a hurricane, sweeping towards the disciples of the Northern Netherworld Sect, menacing.

On Duan Ling Tian's body, the earthy yellow power vibrate, accompanied by purple lightning thunderbolts, entwined with the vast cyan wind, and spread all the way to the quasi-emperor spirit sword in his hand.

The sword roared, and there was an incomparably fierce aura on the quasi-emperor spirit sword, as if it could tear everything.

As soon as Duan Lingtian made a move, he did it with all his strength and without reservation.

Wow!

At the same time as Duan Lingtian's figure swept out, the quasi-emperor spirit sword in his hand shook, and above the void above his head, the power of heaven and earth was turbulent, converging into a vision of heaven and earth.

A thousand ancient horned dragon phantoms rushed out, fangs and claws and pounced on the disciples of the Northern Netherworld Sect.

The disciple of the Northern Hell Sect only felt that a flash flashed in front of him, and that purple figure had already arrived not far in front of him, and the phantom of a thousand ancient horned dragons above the void made him feel an inexplicable shock from the bottom of his heart.

"One...... The power of a thousand ancient horned dragons!"

The disciples of the Northern Hell Sect were horrified in their hearts.

He never expected that this purple-clothed young man, who looked to be only about twenty-five years old, would have such a strong strength.

The two 'Izumo Sect disciples' had obviously never seen a purple-clothed young man before that.

In addition, the disciples of the Izumo Sect said that they came in with the 'disciples of the Impermanence Sect', if the young man in purple was a disciple of the Impermanence Sect, even if they didn't know each other, they would definitely recognize it.

Therefore, the purple-clothed young man is not a 'disciple of the Izumo Sect', nor is he a 'disciple of the Impermanence Sect'.

And he was a disciple of the Northern Netherworld Sect, so it could almost be concluded that the purple-clothed young man in front of him was also not a member of their Northern Netherworld Sect.

"Before, between his words, it was revealed that he was also a person from the 'Northern Desert'...... In the Northern Desert Land, the strongest are the three 'second-rate forces', which are our 'Northern Netherworld Sect', as well as the 'Izumo Sect' and the 'Impermanence Sect'!"

At this moment, the thoughts in the minds of the disciples of the Northern Netherworld Sect turned sharply.

"Could it be that he is a third-rate force?"

Such a thought suddenly popped into the heart of the disciple of the Northern Hell Sect, and for a moment, an incredible look of surprise could not help but appear on his face.

Among the third-rate forces, when did there be such a powerful young powerhouse?

Shout!

The sound of the sword roared startled, and the disciples of the Northern Hell Sect came back to their senses completely, and hurriedly smashed out with a punch, catching up with the short-lived swift sword light.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

Seeing that the disciple of the Northern Netherworld Sect dared to snatch the edge of the quasi-emperor spirit sword in his hand, the corners of Duan Ling Tian's mouth flashed with coldness, and he was about to let go of the sword of the opponent's fist, but he shook suddenly.

Shout!

The sword light on the quasi-emperor spirit sword rose sharply, and then met the iron fist swung by the disciple of the Northern Netherworld Sect, and stabbed it directly, and the sword swept out, mercilessly venting into the fist of the disciple of the Northern Netherworld Sect.

"Drink!"

Seeing this, the disciples of the Northern Netherworld Sect suddenly burst out, and the power of their fists soared, and the power of more than eight hundred and thirty ancient horned dragons surged out, trying their best without reservation.

Rumble!!

A loud bang came, but it was the power contained in Duan Ling Tian's sword and the power on the fist of the disciple of the Northern Hell Sect collided together, and they were frozen together for a short time.

At this moment, centered on the place where the two forces collided, a vast wave of qi swept out, spreading like ripples.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

......

Bursts of deafening air explosions continued to sound, and at the same time, bursts of raging winds blew out in all directions, blowing the entire cave with dust.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

......

A crisp sound sounded, but it was a terrifying crack on the ground under the feet of the disciple of the Northern Netherworld Sect, and the cracks continued to spread and spread, as if forming a huge spider web.

On the other hand, under Duan Ling Tian's feet, there was not the slightest crack.

It can be seen from this that the current confrontation does not exert any pressure on Duan Lingtian.

Rumble!

The next moment, the sword in Duan Ling Tian's hand was pointed, and the power was completely vented.

The power of a thousand ancient horned dragons completely crushed the power of more than eight hundred and thirty ancient horned dragons of the disciples of the Northern Netherworld Sect like a withering and decaying one, and shattered the power on their fists.

And that's not all.

Poof!

The quasi-emperor spirit sword was sent out from Duan Ling Tian's hand, piercing through the second-grade spirit weapon fist on the disciple of the Northern Netherworld Sect in one fell swoop, destroying the withering and decaying into his arm, and suddenly slammed his entire arm into pieces.

"Humph!"

A muffled snort mixed with a bit of pain came from the mouth of the disciple of the Northern Netherworld Sect.

Immediately after, he flew out upside down and fell to the ground fiercely, embarrassed.

On the other hand, Duan Ling Tian stood there, standing with his sword in his hand, looking at the disciples of the Northern Netherworld Sect with indifferent eyes, as if he did not respect the undefeated god of war.

"It's a bit backbone. ”

A little surprise flashed in Duan Ling Tian's eyes, the sword he had just made had followed the fist of the Northern Netherworld Sect disciple into his entire arm, and even completely crushed and destroyed his arm.

The pain experienced during this period is far beyond being directly cut off by an arm.

But this disciple of the Northern Netherworld Sect just snorted from beginning to end, and after he fell out, he was even more relieved in a short period of time, which was terrifying.

Immediately after, the movements of the disciples of the Northern Hell Sect shocked Duan Ling Tian's pupils and couldn't help but shrink.

Airplanes!

I saw that the disciple of the Northern Netherworld Sect raised his left hand, turned into a palm knife, and the yuan power bloomed, turning into a white sword light, swinging it at the stump arm that was impossible to restore to its original state, and decisively cut it off.

"Humph!"

With a muffled snort again, the disciple of the Northern Hell Sect stopped the bleeding with Yuan Force, and at the same time took a healing pill, and his extremely white face recovered a little red.

"You can be so cruel to yourself...... This man is terrible!"

Seeing this scene, the cold light in Duan Lingtian's eyes became even stronger, and the murderous intent in his heart rose up, which was difficult to suppress.

People who can be so cruel to themselves, let alone others.

Although, deep in Duan Lingtian's heart, he still admired the disciples of the Northern Hell Sect in front of him.

But he didn't have any soft-heartedness.

As the other party said, only the dead will not talk nonsense.

"What the hell is the sword in your hand...... Even if it's a 'first-grade spirit sword', it's impossible to destroy my fist gloves!"

The disciple of the Northern Hell Sect took a deep breath and stared at Duan Lingtian, his eyes full of jealousy.

"Good vision. ”

Duan Ling Tian said lightly: "This sword in my hand, how can it be compared to that 'first-grade spirit sword'? not to mention your second-grade spirit weapon fist, even if it is a first-grade spirit weapon, as long as I am willing, I can destroy it!"

The quasi-emperor spirit weapon, breaking the shackles of ordinary spirit weapons, in addition to having the power of 'doubling', also has the powerful characteristics of being invincible.

To refine the 'quasi-emperor spirit weapon', the refining technique is not the most difficult, the most difficult thing is the 'material'