The black crack reappeared, and Chen Chunan's heart was condensed again.

The man in white, who was called a senior by the three saints, looked awe-struck, and jumped onto the city wall again, the big iron sword in his hand pointing straight at the sky.

The iron sword seems to have the power to turn the tide, the white light rushes into the sky, all kinds of rules and orders are intertwined, and the heavens and the earth are shaking.

Bang!

Endless energy surged from the air, piercing through the nine cracks. Powerful energy pierces through the void, through the past and the present.

Brush!

The energy surging from the air had not yet entered the rift, and the rift quickly closed.

"Afraid of the black crack?" Chen Chunan was surprised.

After a long river of time, Chen Chunan could also feel the terrifying and powerful of that energy, but he didn't expect that the black crack was so afraid of this energy that he hurriedly closed the crack.

The strength of the man in white was too terrifying, much stronger than that of an ordinary saint.

"Is this an immortal cultivator?" Chen Chunan muttered.

It is rumored that immortal cultivators are much stronger than monks in the same realm as the Imperial Spirit Martial Dao, and this scene in front of him deeply touched Chen Chunan.

Immortal cultivators are so terrifying, they are also saints, and the three saints combined together are not as strong as half of the white-clothed saints.

It's just that although immortal cultivators are strong, the immortal path is difficult to cultivate. With the passage of time, there were fewer and fewer immortal cultivators, and almost all of them became legends.

Burst!

The energy between heaven and earth disappeared, and the white-clothed saint spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and the face of the sword-eyed star was instantly covered with wrinkles.

The figure of the white-clothed saint became more and more rickety, holding a long sword in his hand, and his eyes were deep.

The three saints hurried to him and helped him up.

Bang!

Suddenly, a terrible shock like the sky collapsing and the earth struck from high in the sky, and the whole sky cracked, and a pitch-black crack appeared.

"The black crack descending from the sky?" Chen Chunan was shocked again

The black cracks in the sky tore through the sky, penetrating another world, as if an immortal Great Demon King was about to descend.

The black crack spread rapidly in the sky, intertwining the rules of heaven and earth, with large ripples, directly locking on the white-clothed saint.

The black crack in the air was obviously much more terrifying than the crack spreading on the ground, and the crack it opened alone was wider than the nine cracks combined, with endless coercion, shattering the void and rushing directly in front of the white-clothed saint.

Rumble!

The clothes on the white-clothed saint were windless, and a ripple rippled around him, pushing the three saints aside.

"Senior ......"

The three saints also saw the horror of the crack in the air, and they were worried about the white-clothed saint at the same time, and they all sacrificed the flame runes in their hands, and their eyes were absolutely clear.

At this moment, the three saints were ready to shed blood.

"It's finally here. The white-clothed saint sighed softly, as if he already knew that the crack in the sky would eventually come, and was ready to meet it.

Brush!

The great iron sword pointed at the sky again.

This time, the white-clothed saint communicated the laws of heaven and earth in the god realm, and condensed his body in the iron sword in his hand.

At this moment, the white-clothed saint is the big iron sword, and the two are one.

Another white light rushed into the sky, and the entire sky seemed to be boiling, and that sword once again penetrated through the ancient and modern, penetrating the thirty-three heavens.

It's terrifying, this blow is shocking, the white-clothed saint seems to have really penetrated the long river of history, and really unleashed this terrible earth-shattering blow by Chen Chunan's side.

Rumble!

The white light collided with the black crack, and in an instant, the wind and clouds were agitated, the stars shifted, and the sky collapsed.

Chen Chunan was petrified, his soul was stiff, what did he see?

"Is this still human?"

In that picture, the galaxy hangs upside down, time flows backwards, endless starlight overwhelms the sky, and all kinds of order shines.

In a trance, Chen Chunan saw that the thirty-three innocent appeared, and was truly reflected by this peak duel, and in a daze, Chen Chunan saw the outline of the thirty-three worlds outside the Divine Realm.

This is a far-reaching showdown, a battle across the ages, a brilliant interpretation that makes people dazed and frustrating, but it aroused Chen Chunan's desire for strength in his heart, his blood is boiling, if in the future, he can also fight like this heartily, and it is not in vain to come to the god realm to go through.

The white-clothed saint was too powerful, and the dazzling white light flooded the entire city, and even the figures of the three saints were difficult to observe.

The white-clothed saint became tall at this moment, like a mountain. No, he is taller than the mountains, majestic and mighty.

Where the two energies of black and white collide, all kinds of orders flash and disintegrate, rules are burned, ten thousand ways roar, and all the non-existent things that have existed throughout the ages seem to be smelted.

In an instant, the black crack in the sky retreated, however, the white light was also a lot more illusory, but it followed the speed of the black crack retreating, and spread towards the sky.

The black crack in the sky could not help the white-clothed saint, who was traced by the white light and disappeared as soon as it was opened.

Soon, the white light also faded, and the sky was calm again.

Heaven and earth were silent, and even the three saints were stunned, as if they had lost their souls.

That kind of powerful attack power shocked them, and it was difficult to describe in words.

Such a powerful collision did not cause the slightest typhoid fever to the city, and not even a single grass or leaf withered.

That kind of collision, the world has no skin, swallowing mountains and rivers, which makes the strong man who is also a saint feel unbelievable.

Chen Chunan, who saw this scene across the long river of history, was also shocked.

Every strength displayed by the white-clothed saint surprised him and made his blood boil.

"Senpai!"

However, in the next moment, the body of the white-clothed saint trembled, his body was shaky, like a yellow leaf about to fall, and the originally tall figure was much thinner, as if a gust of wind could blow it down.

For the sake of the black cracks in the sky and the ground, he paid a great price, and his entire body went directly from the state of youth to the twilight of life.

"Senior!" the three saints burst into tears, they couldn't control their thoughts, and they became worried about the white-clothed saint.

"There is no need to be sad, there is no need to be sad, even if you die. ”

In just one sentence, Chen Chunan's mood was also up and down, as powerful as a white-clothed saint, he also had a life and death calamity.

"In the future, the God Realm will be handed over to you. ”

"Is the white-clothed saint ready to explain what happened?" Chen Chunan couldn't help but feel sad.

Boom!

The large iron sword in the hand of the white-clothed saint plunged straight into the ground on the city wall.

Chen Chunan heard the last words of the white-clothed saint in a trance: "This sword, just give it to someone who is destined." ”

Then, the figure of the white-clothed saint disappeared, and only a large iron sword remained in front of him, and soon after, the picture also disappeared.