Wow!

Seeing that the night dyeing sound was hit at will, he swept the Zhongzhou Heavenly Pride with the Heaven Shifting Ruler, and there was a huge uproar in the field.

"Oh my God!"

"How did she do it?"

"One blow! Unexpectedly, what Ji Xuan Holy Son, Ji Ying Holy Son, Xuannu Hall Holy Maiden, and Tianhe Palace Young Palace Master were all beaten up! ”

"It's incredible!"

"I feel like I'm dreaming!"

"I felt that she was very strong before, but I didn't expect her to be so strong!"

There were also people who had participated in the night banquet of the young lord of Sifang City before entering the martial arts, and after a short silence, they all looked at their companions that night after seeing this scene.

"This scene is so familiar!"

"That night, someone questioned the seat of Mr. Ye and others, and after that, he was also suppressed by Mr. Night with a sky-shifting ruler!"

"At that time, I thought that those people were suppressed because those people were too weak, but I didn't expect that even the top Tianjiao on the heavenly list would be suppressed by her with the same means!"

"Perhaps, in her eyes, these so-called top Tianjiao are no different from the opponents that night."

Countless exclamations were heard endlessly, and many people had disbelief on their faces.

Even above the seat, Elder Huan's expression froze for a moment.

Ask.

Even if she is in the upper realm, when she meets the four people descended from the gods, she may not be able to win.

And this woman ...... This woman, even if she is only facing the soul of God, can win, this is really incredible!

A hearty smile appeared on the face of the deputy pavilion master of the Sword Trial Pavilion: "Mr. Night, you are worthy of being a person who is good at creating miracles." ”

"This generation, the younger generation of you in the Eastern Regions, is very good, especially Mr. Ye, she single-handedly suppressed the entire era."

"Yes, in my opinion, in the entire Lingwu Continent, among the younger generation, the pride of the sky is the first grade, the ordinary cultivators are the first grade, and Mr. Ye is only one person, and he belongs to the first grade!"

"It seems that all the people on the holy war platform today are just stepping stones for Mr. Night."

It's just a stepping stone, not even a whetstone.

Because, they don't deserve it yet.

The deputy pavilion master of the Sword Trial Pavilion nodded: "Today, this life-and-death battle is over, and everyone in the entire Lingwu Continent will see Mr. Ye's light, and I, the Sword Pavilion, will definitely fulfill my promise." ”

Even though Night Dye is still so young.

It's not a martial ancestor yet.

However, the Trial Sword Pavilion is willing to wait patiently for her to grow up, and wait for her to become the king who rules Zhongzhou and the entire Lingwu Continent.

The happy ones are the Sifang City, the people of the Eastern Regions, and the elders of the Sword Trial Pavilion.

And the faces of the Tianhe Palace, the Xuannu Palace, the Tower of Babel, and the procuratorate are all extremely ugly.

But the night dyeing sound is so good and so eye-catching, even if they have the intention to slander, they have nothing to say.

After all, on the Holy War Stage, the people of the four forces of them were so crushed by the night dyeing sound that they couldn't even stand up.

"Ji Xuan hasn't lost yet."

Elder Huan said with a blushing face.

The battle is not over yet.

Even if the five people on the stage were suppressed by the Moving Heaven Ruler.

However, the Tower of Babel is still there.

Really.

As soon as Elder Huan's words fell, the Babel Tower, which had grown much larger, trembled, and there was a dull sound on the entire Holy War Platform.

At the same time, the pressure on Ji Xuan's body was eliminated by an invisible force.

And Ji Xuan, who was not looked at by the divine soul at all, also stood up with a pale face.

He wiped the blood from his lips, his dark eyes, and looked at Ye Ran Yin fixedly: "I won't lose!" ”

As he spoke, he let out a loud shout, and the entire Babel Tower, with his loud shout, rose from the ground and smashed down directly in the direction of the night dye.

Ye Ranyin raised his eyebrows slightly, his body moved, shuttling through the space, and the person disappeared from the Holy War Platform and appeared above the Holy War Platform.

The Tower of Babel locks onto the Nightshade, which grows larger and larger, trying to incorporate Nightshade into its space.

If it is shrouded in the sub-tower, the cultivation and divine soul of the night dyeing sound will be suppressed, and it can only be slaughtered by Ji Xuan.

Night Dye Yin owns the Emperor's Space, and knows how tricky it can be to enter that space.

She never did anything she was not sure of, she immediately stopped hesitating, and as soon as her mind moved, the imperial sword appeared in her hand.

The Imperial Maiden Sword has not yet been unsheathed, and the entire scabbard is extremely exquisite, before, under the intention of the night dyeing sound, the presence of the Imperial Maiden Sword is relatively weak.

But the Imperial Maiden Sword also has a temper.

When it encounters a weak spiritual weapon, it is completely dismissive and too lazy to move.

But nowadays.

When it encounters someone who is also an artifact and is extremely arrogant and trying to suppress its owner, its unyielding strength comes up.

Rumble!

Ye Dye Yin had just taken out the Imperial Sword.

The whole space shook for a moment.

Then, a terrifying and terrifying coercion, with the aura of a domineering king, spread from around the Emperor's Sword.

Even, at the same time, Ye Dye Yin also received a wisp of divine thought from the Imperial Maiden's sword into her mind.

After perceiving the divine thought of the Imperial Maiden's sword, Ye Ran Yin had a strange expression on her face.

Then she nodded at the Imperial Maiden Sword: "Then, I'll leave it to you." ”

After finishing speaking, she directly let go of the hand holding the emperor's sword, and as soon as her body moved, her posture was elegant, and she landed on the holy war platform in a dashing manner, looking up at the void with an idle expression.

The Tower of Babel has been locked onto the night dye.

Although the breath of the Imperial Maiden Sword made it uncomfortable, it was only a sub-tower after all, and the tower spirit was in its body, and the sub-tower did not have much spirituality, so it only accepted the instructions of Ji Xuan, who was bound to it, and directly took the opportunity to smash it towards the ground.

This smash, not only was the Holy War Platform included in it, but even the night dyeing sound on the Holy War Platform was also trapped in the sub-tower.

"Not good!"

The deputy pavilion master of the Sword Trial Pavilion and the others, who were originally very optimistic about the night dyeing sound, saw this scene, and their expressions changed suddenly.

Elder Huan's expression, which was originally ugly, also became arrogant: "Hahaha, when she enters the sub-tower space, she will have no possibility of turning over, and now, she will lose!" Lou Shao City Lord, Yu Deputy Pavilion Lord, it seems that in today's battle, the one who has the last laugh is the winner. ”

Right now.

Boom!

The sound of a sword scabbard coming out of the sheath resounded through the heavens and the earth.

This is the first true awakening since the Imperial Maiden Sword came out again.

The reason is simply because, it is provoked - to provoke its owner, it is equivalent to to provoke it.

It felt that it was time to let other artifacts, such as the little broken tower, know who the true artifact king was!

Then, with the sonorous sound that resounded through the heavens and the earth, a silver light seemed to appear in the void, and a snow-bright thin sword drew out of its own right from the delicate and gorgeous scabbard that exuded the power of the ancient mysterious king.

Then!

Rumble!

The thin sword of Xue Liang, carrying the momentum of thunder, faced down from the void, and slashed down at the towering tower of Babel Tower, which towered on the Holy War Platform.

At that moment, the sword light almost blinded everyone.

Everyone closed their eyes one after another, and before they closed their eyes, they only felt a white light passing in front of them, and they couldn't see anything clearly.

At the same time, the terrifying destructive power from the Imperial Sword, in an instant, split the Tower of Babel and the Holy War Platform into two.

The terrifying power even spread in the direction of the audience.

However, with a wave of Feng Jiuchen's sleeves, an invisible force instantly enveloped the entire audience, and the terrifying destructive power of the Imperial Sword's sword also stopped in the audience.