Chapter 150: The knife turns into a long river, the fist is like a dragon, and it is weird!

At the top of Zhu Feng, an illusory colorful long knife rose and fell in the sky.

Three thousand miles of the Juma Mountains, everyone couldn't help but tighten their heartstrings, even if they didn't have the conditions to watch the satellite monitoring screen, they all held their breath, it was too depressing, the invisible qi was pervasive, like a catastrophe could not be escaped, the more advanced the cultivation became, the more profound the understanding, and clearly felt the gap with the Divine Sword Realm, which was a completely different two worlds.

Thundered!

Su Qiannian made a move, he raised his fist and blasted towards the sky, the red gold glass-like fist wind condensed like a substance, like a ray of sword light penetrating the heavens and the earth, the vacuum shattered, and the sky was sprinkled with bright light rain.

Poof!

Many sword master-level powerhouses coughed up blood, and quickly avoided their gaze, even through satellite monitoring, it was difficult to look at them directly? This level of power was too high, even if it was a sword saint, not every blow could shatter the vacuum, and the invisible will edge made their eyes sting, and their heads were like thunder.

Clang!

The next moment, the more intense sound of gold and iron resonated, as if the heavenly craftsman was tempering the divine iron ingot, and a dazzling light suddenly exploded above the heavenly dome.

Blocked!

At the top of Zhu Feng, Su Qiannian was not surprised, the illusory colorful long knife shattered the fist light, and the blade broke through the air, like the trajectory of the avenue, leaning forward.

Airplanes!

One step, Su Qinian ascended to the sky, and in an instant he came to the colorful long knife, he pinched his fist print, and slammed the blade.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

It was like a needle tip against a wheat, a fist and a blade collided, a blazing spark burst out, like a burning sun, and a sun rain seemed to fall in the sky.

Boom!

Zhu Feng was in all directions, and twelve holy knives roared in unison, and the divine edge was swallowed, suppressing hundreds of miles and dissolving the killing power.

This is a big duel, on the snow field, people seem to see an ancient god coming to the world, waving the divine fist, and there are colorful swords like water, and there is a faint sound of surging waves.

The swords are dormant and wailing, and the blades of the sword master are no exception, more like a kind of worship.

Yuan Tianyuan was shocked, this one was actually so strong, fighting head-on with the twelve Sword Saints, this kind of fierce battle was enough to be engraved into the history of the world's Sword Dao God War.

Some people show a sad color, the stronger the dark walkers who have opened the gates of hell, the more difficult it is for the world to restore tranquility, they can't see the reality clearly, and the unpredictable future will always make people worry and even despair.

There are also a few people who have complex eyes, the truth and falsehood in this world are not something that ordinary people can understand, and the foreseeable future will make people sit still.

Thundered!

The earth was shaking, not only the three thousand miles of the Juma Mountains, but the entire extreme west of Great Xia, all of which were faintly shaking.

When this kind of earthquake feels a certain tipping point, in several cities that have been covered in ice and snow all the year round, people show a look of astonishment, looking at the pale and muddy sky in the distance, is it an earthquake?

Whoa!

Soon, they heard the sound of rushing waves, and faintly, in everyone's mind, it seemed that a colorful river had emerged, ancient and majestic.

This is......

Three thousand miles of the Juma Mountain Range, the powerhouses of many forces were dumbfounded, the changes in front of them were really beyond their comprehension, is this still a sacred realm? It is simply more than countless times more terrifying than the Sword Saint.

High in the sky, the illusory colorful long knife has disappeared, replaced by a colorful river that spans more than 100 zhang, can not see the way clearly, an indescribable aura pervades, reflected into the eyes of everyone, suddenly turned into an illusory and familiar image, in the interpretation of the knife, expounding the meaning of the Tao.

Root!

Su Qinian's eyes were full of fighting intent, he stepped into the void, beating like a heavenly drum, leaving pale footprints that shattered the vacuum one by one, these twelve sword saints teamed up to evolve the sword technique, and actually hooked such a grand sword path order root breath, which actually gave him a little illusion of facing the heavens and seas.

He stroked his hands and began to deduce his own Tao and Dharma, there was a faint light rain like sand, immeasurable light came from nothingness, condensed on the fist, he took a long breath, like a substantial dragon roar sounded.

The twelve holy swords that were divided into a hundred miles of the town suddenly shook violently, and they were collided by this magnificent aura of power, and they reached the brink of collapse in an instant.

Rise!

He swung his fist, and the brilliant red gold fist light rushed up, like an ancient heavenly dragon leaping out of nothingness, about to break through the big world.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the colorful river was torn in two, and then it could no longer be maintained, shattering into twelve pieces.

At this moment, the vacuum shattered silently, and high in the sky, strange big hands poked out of the void, holding the twelve pieces into the palm of their palms.

"Not good!"

On the snowfield, Yuan Tianyuan Huo Di got up and exclaimed, "Weird!"

Yes, for many powerhouses in this sword world, it is indeed strange and ominous that they have never been exposed to.

Many strong people showed a mixture of anger and anger, in terms of weirdness, regardless of national borders, the strength of the country is strong, not only has the most sword saints, all the sword saints are not weak among the saints of the world, if the twelve saints encounter an accident, it will shake the foundation of the world's divine power.

Boom!

The twelve fragments of the colorful river roared violently, and the divine edge bloomed, but they couldn't shake the weird big hands, in fact, some of the big hands didn't look like humans at all.

In the snap of his fingers, the twelve fragments were suppressed, the palms were closed, the brilliance was gone, and the owner of the strange big hand also walked out of the cracked vacuum, revealing the outline.

The eight figures are all shrouded in a layer of misty light and mist, and they can't see their true faces, some are gloomy and dark, some are blazing and full of demonic nature, and some are sacred and noble...... The eight figures came out together, and the twelve holy knives in all directions of the town finally couldn't withstand the flushing of the qi, and fell in a mournful roar, hundreds of miles away, many people coughed up blood, fell to the ground, and even if they were a hundred miles away, they were shocked and hurt their organs.

It's so terrifying and terrifying, people have never felt such a complex and strange qi, is it really a monster from hell? Why is there a similar divine and bright aura, is it really wearing the cloak of light, coming into the world to deceive sentient beings?

"Lock the sky. ”

High in the sky, from the gray-black mist, a familiar voice was transmitted.

"You're alive. ”

Su Qiannian nodded, he fell on the top of Zhu Feng, the side peaks of the four sides collapsed, and the place where he stood was like a pure land, let the invisible qi machine wash away, and he did not move, and said calmly: "I hope you can still have a second incarnation outside the body." ”

The gloomy mist suddenly froze, as if he felt the gaze from the other seven clouds of light and mist, and said a little annoyed: "No matter how strong you are, you are only one person, and you have a limit, even if you fight the twelve saints, you can still have some strength, and now and here is where you bury your bones." ”