The mutation happened suddenly, this scene happened very suddenly, and everyone didn't expect Murong Yingjie to do this when he was about to reap the victory.

This sword is the same as before, decisive, crisp, and neat.

No one reacted, staring blankly at all this.

It's as if the mind can't keep up with the speed of this sword.

Murong Tiancheng held the Source Soul Chain in his hand, his expression shocked and complicated.

Pei Ziyun glanced at his figure in surprise, the movements in his hands were indeed not slow, the disappeared soldier characters reappeared, and the four ancient characters of the soldier fighter were restrained in their light, as deep as a black hole, as if they wanted to absorb the surrounding space.

Xu Jiaoren's eyes were cold, his face was extremely cold, and he didn't react to Pei Ziyun's movements, but just stared at Murong Yingjie who slashed with a sword, and his killing intent gradually rose.

He raised his right hand to face this sword, and the breath in his body was released without reservation for the first time, Pei Ziyun's face changed, and the four ancient words of the mantra seemed to be dissipating at any time like a candle in the wind at this moment.

The deep, rich font became weak, almost transparent, swaying in mid-air.

Xu Jiaoren's hair was flying, his gray robe was torn apart and turned into countless debris, and an extremely terrifying aura rushed straight into the sky, he looked at Murong Yingjie, his eyes were indifferent and not like the world.

He reached out, and the power of the divine soul generated the Qiankun handprint, and the power of divine cultivation came out of the body, and the radius of hundreds of miles was paused, and everything seemed to stop for a moment.

Countless people's movements froze.

Pei Ziyun snorted, his body staggered back, the big mudra rose up and bloomed like a lotus flower, and the four ancient words of the mantra were crushed into crumbs and dissipated in the air.

The Great Mudra kept moving forward, as if to envelop the whole sky.

This is an unreserved attack by Xu Jiaoren, who has been in charge of Changlin for many years, and has long been accustomed to only scoring seven points for doing things and keeping three points for himself.

But now he has no reservations, because he really wants to kill.

"In hundreds of years, you were the first person to dare to play tricks on me. ”

The five fingers were gently clenched, and the big mudra was also pinched, Murong Yingjie's body was wrapped in, his face did not fluctuate, and his eyes were staring at Xu Jiaoren's heart from beginning to end, and the sword was extremely sharp.

The sound of the sword resounded from the big handprint, and a dazzling sword light flashed away.

The five fingers of Qiankun's handprint then fell to the ground.

Murong Yingjie's face was paler, like gold paper, without blood, on his body

Stained with blood, this sword is about the momentum of indomitability, although there is no regret in death.

Those eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

The long sword stabbed in front of Xu Jiaoren's face, stinging the skin on his forehead.

The strength of this sword has exceeded the strength realm of Murong Yingjie, this is a sword that is born to death.

Murong Yingjie's pupils flashed with brilliant sword light, and the heavens and the earth seemed to crack open at this moment, and the endless light and Dao intent condensed on his body, and at this moment, he had already spied on the threshold of the sixth realm.

Li Si stood up from the ruins, and the person who really looked up at the sky with shock was blocked in his throat and couldn't speak.

Xiao Boru's closed eyes opened, with appreciation in his eyes, and said softly: "Your son is stronger than you." ”

Murong Xiao closed his mouth and didn't speak, but the aura on his body wilted in an instant, and the surrounding twilight qi turned into dead qi little by little.

This is a big chess game, you come and go calculations never stop, Zhibai reopened the chessboard in the territory of Datang and played another game with Li Xiu.

He had the upper hand, but in the end, he undercounted the hearts of the people and the meaning of the word Tang Guo.

Who would have thought that all these things Murong Yingjie did were for the sake of preparing for the present?

This chess game is not so much a game between Zhibai and Li Xiu, but rather a game between Murong Yingjie who calculated the whole world alone.

With his own strength, he calculated the tripartite forces of Yin Cao, the desolate people, and the Changlin.

Do what ordinary people dare not do or think.

The old sword god was silent for a moment, and then said, "Before it comes to the end, it is still unknown who will kill the deer." ”

Everyone's mood is very complicated, but Murong Xiao is the worst, Murong Yingjie's plan ignited the seed that he wanted to live, and he did not hesitate to betray Datang for this, but in the end he found that all this was an illusion.

And he has no way back.

Xiao Boru didn't care, he still looked at Murong Yingjie in the distance, and praised: "Your son is much stronger than you, he has already crossed the threshold of the Six Realms, if he is not bent on seeking death, he should have stepped into that realm faster than me." ”

The old sword god didn't speak, he held the sword to himself and didn't say a word.

......

The sword cut through the sky, cut the big handprint, and landed in front of Xu Jiaoren.

The tip of the sword stopped two inches in front of his forehead, and no matter how hard Murong Yingjie tried, he couldn't move forward.

Xu Jiaoren looked at him coldly, stretched out his hand to hold the sword, and said coldly: "Those who become big things are not informal, for that ridiculous."

Do you want to die?"

He pressed his fingers downward, and the sword bent as if it would break at any moment.

The power of the divine soul was condensed in the air, like a pair of invisible palms, imprisoning Murong Yingjie's body in mid-air.

From the time the sword was swung to the time it stopped, it had no strength to move forward.

"Will you kill me?"

Murong Yingjie asked.

Xu Jiaoren snorted coldly, and his palm used force again to break the sword violently, and then flicked the blade of the sword through Murong Yingjie's chest.

"Killing you is as simple as pinching an ant to death. ”

Murong Yingjie's pupils gradually dilated, blood flowed from his chest, he grinned, and said with a smile: "Sometimes if you care too much about an ant, you will ignore the sky. ”

There is, of course, an allusion to this.

Xu Jiaoren only felt that his hairs stood on end and his heartbeat was stunned in an instant, he turned his head back and looked behind him, his eyes shrank to a point in an instant, and the power of the violent soul appeared in front of him and turned into protection.

I saw that where his eyes looked, Pei Ziyun was standing there proudly, his long black hair dyed blue, and all the nine characters around his body disappeared, and a huge ancient character was suspended above his head in front of him.

That's a looming word.

The words gradually condensed, Pei Ziyun heard the sound of bone cracking all over his body, and the meridians were also broken, he was desperate not to forcibly condense the fifth word.

Both, meaning the world.

There is only one word, but the whole world seems to be filled with this word at the same time.

"Everything, extinguish!"

Pei Ziyun gritted his teeth, and indifferently spit out a murderous voice from his mouth.

Wu Dangyi crushed Xu Jiaoren from all directions with the power of ancient characters, like a tide about to fall.

The power of the majestic divine soul condensed a lotus flower in front of him, and the lotus is a strange thing in heaven and earth, with its own great creation.

Xu Jiaoren stood between the lotus flowers, and the power of all annihilation kept grinding the petals and melting little by little.

Pei Ziyun's body trembled more and more.

The aftermath swept around, half of Gusu City turned into powder, and countless people were killed and injured.

A broken sword suddenly bloomed in the light, slashing through the lotus and lotus leaves.

Xu Jiaoren's face changed drastically.

An arm flew up.