After the dark palm shadow, Jiao Li's eyes were cold, and the Zen staff in his hand was waved, and there was a black mist circulating on the rotten staff, and its terrifying yuan power surged out along the body of the staff, with a faint breath of reincarnation lingering on it, tearing the space, turning into a huge phantom, and crushing towards the three of them.

The previous pitch-black palm print was just a false move, and the subsequent Zen staff attack wrapped in the breath of reincarnation was the real killing move of the old man Jiaoli.

Yikes!

The purple light around Nie Jue's body flowed, and the sword finger stretched forward to destroy the dark palm shadow that was forced in front of him, and used death qi in front of him, it was like playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong.

"Sure enough!" Jiao Li's eyes were condensed, the young man on the other side didn't know what to do, his cultivation skills were not afraid of death qi, he was simply the absolute nemesis of the death qi skills he cultivated, and then he sneered: "If you become the supreme, you may really be my natural enemy, but unfortunately, now I will let you know how big the gap between the supremes of the Dao is." ”

Bang!

When the words fell, the Zen staff that followed the pitch-black palm print smashed down, and its body also rushed forward, and terrifying yuan power fluctuations emanated from its body, and at the same time, an astonishing divine thought erupted from its Haiyin Hall.

Facing the natural enemy-like Nie Jue, Jiao Li broke out with all his strength without sparing a hand.

When the fire is strong to a certain extent, it can vaporize the water that restrains it in turn, and now the old man Jiaoli is bullying the inferior cultivation of Nie Jue and the two, and suppressing it with a realm far higher than the two.

For a while, the two were forced into danger.

Fortunately, both of them were able to resist the death qi cultivated by the old man Jiaoli, plus Xia Lin's assistance on the side. For a while, Jiaoli Old Man wanted to take down the two of them, but it was impossible.

Yu Daoren, who was alone in Nangong Yeming and his wife, looked at the old man Jiaoli who was bursting out with all his strength with a solemn expression, obviously he didn't expect that the two young juniors who had just entered the Supreme Realm would be able to force the former to this point: "I was able to restrain Jiaoli's cultivation and force it to this point, but unfortunately, in front of Jiaoli who broke out with all his strength, there was no chance." ”

Thinking of this, Yu Daoren once again blocked the sword attacked by Nangong Yeming, and shook the dust in his hand, churning thousands of mysterious silks. Fill this void. The terrifying aura completely suppressed the Nangong Yeming couple who were in it: "Don't struggle the two of you, the gap in strength is not made up by heaven!"

Xuan Si tightened suddenly, and the long sword in the hands of Nangong Yeming and his wife was churning, and the sword shadow and frost flew together. However, thousands of Xuansi were under the control of the terrifying divine thoughts of the Yu Dao people. With a little bit of reincarnation. No matter how the two resist, they can't escape the fate of being tightly wrapped and bound by thousands of mystical silks.

This is the gap between the realm after stepping into the supreme, the higher the realm. The deeper the reincarnation of the touch, the stronger the reincarnation aura in the divine thoughts, as one of the primordial forces of the worldly realm, even if it is just a little gap, it is likely to bring about a great change in combat power, not to mention the gap between the two realms.

Under the suppression of Yu Daoren's strong reincarnation aura, the reincarnation power possessed by the two could only protect themselves, but they could not resist.

The suppression of the two sect masters above made all the Sword Sect disciples stagnate, and their momentum suddenly declined, but they didn't expect that the sect masters who were worshiped by them as gods would be suppressed by others, and the blow to them could be imagined.

On the other hand, the three sects were full of momentum and high fighting spirit, and they quickly suppressed the disciples of the Sword Sect.

"They're finished, dead monk, are you sure you still want to be my enemy?" Chu Overlord quietly looked at the old monk Huiming in front of him, and on the entire battlefield, there was no battle breaking out here.

"Master Chu, before the matter reaches the last moment, who can say clearly?" The old monk Huiming was silent, although the Yu Dao people suppressed Nangong Yeming and the others strongly, but there was no way to distract them, in general, the situation had not changed compared to before.

"Hmph, do you still think that the dead monk has a chance to turn over?" Chu Bawang's face was gloomy: "I advise you not to mix with the earth casually, this is a common decision of the two sects of the Demon Dao, not to mention his small Sword Sect, even your Buddhism sect has no way to change it." ”

The old monk Huiming bowed his head and pronounced a Buddha name: "Amitabha, everything has a fate, and the cause and effect in the world have their own roots!"

"So, dead monk, do you have to stop me?" Chu Bawang's face was gloomy for a while, and his fists were clenched and loose, not that he was afraid of Monk Huiming, but because the Buddhist exercises are generally smelly and hard, even if you can win, you can be disgusted half to death, especially this old monk Huiming, a body protection skill can be called a must.

The Overlord of Chu was not sure that he would break the defense of the old monk Huiming in a short period of time, even so, it didn't make much difference whether he could make a move or not, it was better to wait and see what happened, anyway, now they have the upper hand.

Having made up his mind, the Overlord of Chu seemed to be more leisurely and comfortable than the old monk Huiming, standing on top of the void with his hands in his hands, looking down on the movements of the entire battlefield.

The old monk Huiming saw that the overlord of Chu had no intention of making a move, and he was also relieved in his heart, if it wasn't for Nie Fan as the protector of their Buddhism, he wouldn't want to come to this muddy water, and now the overlord of Chu has no intention of making a move, but it is more in line with his ideas.

For a while, as the old monk Huiming and the overlord of Chu returned to peace, the battlefield of the supreme powerhouses above once again fell into a stalemate, but it was obvious that the Yu Dao side had more advantages.

However, the battle between the disciples of the two sides of the transcendent realm below was completely opposite.

Relying on the domineering power of destroying Ziyan to freeze time and burning space, Nie Xiaotian and Nie Yue'er, the brother and sister, were simply crabs crawling ashore, rampage on the battlefield, and a disciple of the three sects was accidentally ignited by a little Ziyan before, and turned into corn powder in an instant, and the terrifying power not only made the disciples of the three sects retreat, but even the disciples of the Sword Sect did not dare to approach.

This further fueled the arrogance of the two brothers and sisters, and they brutally rushed back and forth in the crowd, separating the disciples of the three sects, making the disciples of the three sects, who were already at a numerical disadvantage, even more unbearable, and could only barely resist the siege of the disciples of the Sword Sect, and the situation was precarious.

Heaven and earth suddenly fell into the same stalemate, except that the roles of the two sides were reversed.

At this moment, a majestic sword intent accompanied by a bone-chilling cold rippled up from the thousands of mystical silks of the Yu Dao people, heading straight towards Xiao Han.

The incomparable sword intent seemed to be able to tear apart this piece of heaven and earth in an instant, and the bone-chilling chill could freeze a person's body into nothingness along with his soul.

He still has the ability to resist!

Yu Daoren's pupils shrank, and then a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the dust in his hand swept lightly, and the incarnated thousands of Xuan Silk swept towards the Nangong Yeming couple in the Xuan Silk with a stronger suppressive intent.

As a person who is worthy of being at the top of the list of earthly kings, potential is powerful, but before strong potential becomes strength, it is only potential.

There was no wind in his hand, and Yu Daoren stepped on the seven star steps, his fingertips turned into stars, and terrifying fluctuations came out of his body, and the deafening roar of the Dao resounded from the sky.

"Heavenly Punishment Thunder Technique! Yu Lao Dao actually cultivated this Thunder Method, and it seems that he has not wasted his time in the past few decades!" Looking at the void above, the expression of the Overlord of Chu was unprecedentedly heavy.

There are three methods in the three Qingguan of Daomen, Shangqing Immortal Technique, Taiqing Thunder Method and Yuqing Sword Technique, the three methods are all purple-level immortal and high-grade skills, and the power can shock the ancient and the present, which can be called the invincible treasure art of the world, and only a few treasure techniques can be compared.

The Heavenly Punishment Thunder Technique used by Yu Dao people at this moment is evolved from the Taiqing Thunder Method, although it is only a simplified version, but the power is also terrifying, reaching the peak of the green level, comparable to the half-step blue level skill.

However, just when everyone was surprised by Yu Daoren's sudden outburst, a dazzling sword light tore through thousands of mysterious silks in vain, and the sharp sword rays converged, and in the blink of an eye, they bombarded in front of Yu Daoren.

The terrifying sword intent was thick in the sword light.

Yu Daoren's face was cold, a sarcastic smile was revealed in his eyes, and two words spit out between the corners of his mouth: "Thunder Domain!"

Rumble!

With a roar and explosion, the terrifying thunder pierced the sky, and the lightning with the power of heaven and earth overturned it, enveloping the hundreds of bones around the Yu Dao people, turning into a protective thunder domain, dividing heaven and earth into two regions.

Nangong Yeming's face changed slightly, the long sword in his hand was too late to withdraw, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes, and he did not hesitate to put all the Yuan power in his body mixed with the power of divine thoughts into the sword body, even if he was seriously injured, he had to break this layer of thunder outside Yu Dao's body.

The dazzling sword light fell into the thunder and lightning, but the power of the thunder domain was too terrifying, and the terrifying power continued to dissolve the sword power of Nangong Yeming, and the whole person even the sword light on the long sword was dimming with the passage of time, and when he rushed in front of Yu Daoren, he was no longer sharp.

"I can't help myself!"

Yu Daoren looked at the young face in front of him and sneered, he had to admit that he was a little jealous of the other party's youth, if such a young man was given time, he was destined to be famous in the entire continent, but unfortunately, today he was going to fall here!

The strength was exhausted, and Nangong Yeming's face did not show disappointment, but was full of happiness after the calculation succeeded.

This hint of happiness suddenly made Yu Daoren's heart suddenly uneasy, and he always felt as if something had been forgotten by him, and before he could remember what it was, a figure flashed out from behind Nangong Yeming, and the fierce sword intent turned into a sky of ice and snow and fell poetically.

Damn it!

Yu Daoren exclaimed, but he forgot that it was not Nangong Yeming who was trapped by him, but the two of them together, and Nie Zhenzhen was a demonic genius no less than Nangong Yeming.

Dressed in white like snow, maybe she herself is the elf in the snow, Nie Zhenzhen's face is cold, and the long sword is slashed, like a fairy in the world.

Elegant as a dream, the country and the city!

Click! The cold sword light broke through the last layer of the thunder barrier, and before Yu Daoren could react, it had already slashed through his neck.

Poof, blood in the air.

The Yu Dao people were struck by lightning, and the raging thunder domain turned into pure vitality and dissipated, and the Yu Dao people among them were pale and their bodies fell sharply, and they fell fiercely on the Sword Sect Square, causing a loud roar.

It can't be calmed down for a long time. (To be continued......)