Then, a second ghost claw appeared.

The appearance of the huge ghost claw gave people a terrifying feeling, and the breath on the fierce ghost claw made the soul tremble in the depths of its soul, and the ghost qi wrapped on it was inexhaustible.

A dazzling arc of lightning flashed in Nan Jiantian's palm, dragging an acre of rock and smashing it towards the Netherworld Ghost Claw.

A palpitating aura came from the ghost claws, and the terrifying ghost claws tore the giant rock to pieces.

Nan Jiantian's eyes couldn't help but become solemn.

At this point, he knew that there was no way out, and it was impossible for the people of the Poison Sect to let him go, but he was confident that he could deal with this terrifying blow.

With a sound of brushing the ground, the Southern Sword Heavenly Demon Blade was in his hand, and the demonic energy of the sword body was agitated.

In a series of sword roars, Nan Jiantian blocked the Nether Ghost Claw.

He looked around vigilantly, but he didn't see the shadow of the enemy all the time, and there was no bleak ghost mist around him, and there was no other figure.

Suddenly, the Nether Ghost Claw poked out of the ghost mist behind him again, and pulled out the back of his heart.

Nan Jian Tian urged the sword to slash on the ghost claw, but this evil thing is forged from unknown materials, and it is not damaged under the invincible demon blade, but the lethality is particularly amazing, and the ordinary magic weapon collapses at the touch of the ghost claw, and the hard rock is like rotten wood being shattered into fragments in the sky.

"Tie your hands and wait to be killed!"

The ghostly mist swelled, conveying the dull sound of the Nether Venerable.

"Delusional!" Nan Jiantian was by no means a person who was willing to be disposed of, let alone at such a life-and-death juncture, he swung his sword to weave a sword curtain to block the invasion of the Nether Ghost Claw.

"Even in your heyday, you are still no match for this seat, and now you are seriously injured. At this moment, the ghost mist rolled and retreated on both sides, and a thin and skinny old man appeared in front of him.

He was covered with sparse pale hair on the top of his head, his skin was loose, and his whole body looked like a skeleton in dry human skin, his face was pale and bloodless, and a scarlet red flashed in his sunken eye sockets.

He is the terrifying Nether Venerable of the Shadow Poison Sect!

Nan Jiantian looked at the two Nether Ghost Claws in his palm, and suddenly had a familiar feeling.

"Ghost Claw can't be the Divine Dragon's Anti-Dragon Claw, right?" he suddenly had a bold guess in his mind.

The dragon was in tune with him, and his thoughts were soon known to the dragon, and sure enough, soon the dragon conveyed an uplifting dragon groan, as if expressing the ecstasy in his heart.

Sure enough, if there is no mistake, the ghost claw is forged from the reverse dragon claw, and it really takes no effort to step on the iron shoes and find nowhere to find them. It's just that the Netherworld Venerable's strength is strong, although the realm is in the middle stage of Jindan, but the real combat power is not much better than that of ordinary late-stage Jindan powerhouses!' Nan Jiantian thought to himself.

"A little Jindan junior in the early stage also dares to shout here, look at the sword!"

The Nether Venerable's right palm pointed forward, and eight concubine swords appeared beside him, and then like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, dragging the whistling sword light towards the southern sword sky.

This sword is called 'Feiyun Eight Swords', a set of eight pieces, and the power has increased by more than ten times under the joint exertion, and the power is close to the peerless spirit weapon, which should not be underestimated.

Nan Jiantian's figure disappeared into the ground in a blur, causing the strangulation of the Feiyun Eight Swords to fail.

Then, he appeared behind a flying sword like a ghost, and a vast Buddha light appeared in his palm, and he grabbed straight at the hilt of the sword.

"Hmph, the praying mantis blocks the car, it's not enough!"

As soon as the Nether Venerable's words fell, a flying cloud sword hanging in the sky slashed down.

Nan Jiantian secretly said 'thrilling', and instinctively urged the light palm to block.

Surprisingly, this time Nan Jiantian actually resisted the attack of the Feiyun Sword, and his bare palm dragged the Feiyun Sword, so that it could not be cleaved down in the end.

At this moment, the black Netherworld Ghost Claw rapidly enlarged again, and grabbed it towards the Southern Sword Heaven.

The ghost's claws were swirled with violent black ghostly energy, and wherever they passed, they quickly broke through the air and let out a strange roar.

This time, Nan Jiantian didn't dodge again, behind him, a brilliant dragon soul was entrenched, and the bronze bell-like dragon eyes stared straight at the Netherworld Ghost Claw in front of him.

"A living Heavenly Dragon Dragon Soul!" Nether Venerable suddenly struck a wit.

"It's not a Celestial Dragon, its rank should have surpassed the Celestial Dragon, it's a legendary Divine Dragon?

When the black lacquer ghost claw reached Nan Jian Tian's face, its volume had more than doubled.

Nan Jiantian urged the only remaining vitality in his body, slashed out a sword, and met the Nether Ghost Claw.

Bang!

Under the fierce vitality, the clothes on Nan Jiantian's body were suddenly torn by the wind, turning into flying butterflies in the sky, and the whole person was like a bronze skin emitting a different kind of brilliance in the sun, which was a charming picture.

This scene made Hua Ruxue, who was in the nether realm, stunned, and this moment will always be engraved in my heart!

Be a memory forever!

Under this wind, the Divine Dragon's soul trembled, although he was a lot stronger after devouring the Holy Light, he was still vulnerable in front of a strong enemy if he lost his combination with the sword armor.

He looked at the Nether Ghost Claw, his eyes full of longing, but the Nether Venerable's strength left one man and one beast without the slightest chance.

If he was a Netherworld Venerable in his heyday, even if it was the entire Poison Sect, he would dare to run rampant, but it was a pity that time had passed, and he was no longer the original Divine Dragon.

Now his soul has been eroded by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and there is a possibility that he will disappear between Heaven and Earth at any time.

At this moment, Nan Jiantian looked at the black ghost claws hanging above his head, he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, took a deep breath, and the vitality of his whole body poured out, and it was transmitted to the demon blade, and the power of the demon blade was greatly enhanced.

"It's over!" The Nether Venerable shouted, and the Nether Demon Claws roared down and slammed down towards Nan Jian Tian.

Nan Jiantian also shouted violently, and the demon blade in his hand slashed down, striking out against the black lacquer ghost claw.

Bang bang!

After two loud noises that shook the valley, Nan Jiantian once again repelled the Nether Ghost Claws.

The Netherworld Venerable's wrist shook, and a black glow was released, which was almost impossible to find if you didn't look closely, and there were extremely evil poisonous needles hidden in them, and ordinary people saw blood and sealed their throats!

Although Nan Jiantian didn't know what it was, he also knew that it was not a good thing, so he instinctively urged the sword to block.

After a rapid crash, Nan Jiantian blocked most of the poisonous needles, but two of them still crossed the line and stabbed him in the face. Line

Seeing this, the Netherworld Venerable's eyes showed a look of triumph.

Nan Jiantian pulled out the poisonous needle as if nothing happened, and threw it on the ground viciously, he has a 'half-holy physique', which is invulnerable to all poisons, and naturally he is not afraid of poisonous needles, but what the enemy has done makes him quite angry.

"Are you alright?" the Nether Venerable looked surprised.

"Isn't it surprising that there are more surprises to come!"

"Good boy, I'm not afraid of the Netherworld Flying Needle of this seat, and try the Netherworld Ghost Palm of this seat again. ”

At this time, beyond the ghost fog.

Bai Yuchen, Ying Hanxun and other Poison Sect disciples looked at the tumbling ghost mist fluctuations, but they didn't see any of them appear for a long time, and they couldn't help but look suspicious.

"The little devil has been seriously injured, and the Nether Venerable has taken action personally, shouldn't he have been taken down for so long?" Bai Yuchen first said the question in his heart.

"Indeed, I'm curious too!" Shadow Han looked at the entangled ghost mist, released his divine mind to probe, and finally found nothing, and finally he gave up!

"Or, the Nether Venerable has deeper intentions and wants to extract more valuable information from him. ”

"It seems that there is only one explanation!"

"I hope that the Nether Venerable can take down the little devil as soon as possible, so that we can recover our lives as soon as possible!"

"That's what I mean!"

Bai Yuchen and Ying Hanxun looked into the depths of the ghost mist, and they were all calculating in their hearts.

Sneering –

After a rapid sound of breaking wind, several sinister black rays shot out from the ghost mist.

"Be careful!" Shadow Hanxun was the first to wake up.

With a stroke of one hand, he drew the ground as a prison, and an invisible barrier sheltered Bai Yuchen and the people behind him.

"Dingding-ding-"

Like the sound of the impact of the pear blossom needle in the rainstorm, each black mang turned into a poisonous needle, and most of it was blocked by the enchantment set up by Shadow Hanxun.

It's just that there are still a few scattered roots that bypass the barrier and attack the camp of the Poison Sect.

In a burst of screams, several Poison Sect disciples were poisoned with needles, and poisonous sores broke out all over their bodies in an instant, and their skin broke inch by inch and turned into blood, falling to the ground and dying.

Someone tried to save him, but either he died under the poisonous needle, or he was eroded by the black black liquid that was as black as thick ink and extremely poisonous as the bursting poisonous sores, and he stepped into the footsteps of the former, and the whole person turned into a pool of pus and blood.

"Everyone be careful, this is the Netherworld Venerable's Nether Flying Needle, seeing the blood sealing his throat, there is no way to save it!" As the first disciple of the Shadow Poison Sect, Bai Yuchen knew the power of the Nether Flying Needle best.

Hearing this, Ying Hanxun's face turned ugly, and he hurriedly opened the enchantment, enveloping all the Poison Sect disciples.

The battle inside is obviously not over yet, and the Nether Venerable has been forced to use the extremely sinister Nether Flying Needle, and it seems that there is still a fierce battle inside. Thinking of this, Bai Yuchen's face was cloudy.

"The Templar Alliance camp has added casualties, and it seems that something has changed on that side again. The people of the Evil Alliance quickly noticed the commotion.

"Could it be that the people of the Immortal Sect and the people of Shangqing Dao have arrived?"

"The men and horses on both sides shouldn't have arrived at the battlefield so quickly, it should be the little devil named 'Nan Jiantian' who stirred up the wind and waves and was fighting fiercely with the enemy!" guessed the Green True Fairy.

"He hasn't died for so long, his life is really hard enough!" Feng Qingyang said inadvertently.

"It seems that you really want him to fall, if the 'Southern Sword' ...... the 'Little Devil' fall, what good will it do to you, to me, or to the Evil Alliance?" Hua Ruxue asked.

"I have no intention of doing so, and I also hope that he can fight the evil path for a longer time, only in this way can he buy us more time. Feng Qingyang knew that he was speechless, and hurriedly changed his words, but he didn't know why Hua Ruxue, who had always been taciturn in matters involving Nan Jiantian, would become so excited to refute himself.

At this moment, Hua Ruxue stared at the void with anticipation!

The Nether Venerable crossed his hands in front of his chest, activated the purple aura in the dantian, and with a soft snort, a dark purple grimace condensed in his palm, entwining the boundless ghost qi towards the place where the Southern Sword Heaven stood.

"It's a good time, it's a bit of a doorway!"

Nan Jiantian stood proudly on the top of the Divine Dragon Void, and the Dragon was in the sky, and he took the lead in facing the enemy.

Under his feet, he secretly cast 'King Ming does not move', the whole person does not move like a mountain, looking at the oncoming ghost palm that seems to be dark, the vajra technique is running in the dantian, and his whole body is shrouded in the light of the Buddha.

"Great Mercy Palm!"

"Mighty King Kong Fist!"

"Prajna Palm!"

Nan Jiantian seems to be reincarnated as a Zen son, and every palm has played the supreme meaning of Buddhism.

The endless palm shadow can withstand the purple-gold palm shadow of the Netherworld's palm.

"I didn't expect it to be a Buddhist cultivator, the comprehension of the Buddhist exercises is not bad, just now you and my Poison Sect disciples are also in the eyes, it is really extraordinary, if you are given another twenty years, you are indeed qualified to become the subversive of that rule, but unfortunately, you have no time. ”

The Nether Venerable urged the Nether Ghost Palm, and in an instant, purple-gold enchantments formed around Nan Jiantian, enveloping him.

It's like falling into a swamp, no matter how hard he struggles, he can't get out.

And from time to time, the center of the enchantment conveyed bursts of strange roars, like a sharp blade slashing at his divine sense, and the whole person's sea of consciousness was turned upside down.

The divine dragon under his feet was also in a bad situation, letting out a low moan, and its huge body was about to speak, as if it could not support it for too long.

"Open it for me!"

The Southern Sword Heavenly Tiger roared, and the White Tiger Transformation came out.

He turned into a ten-zhang white tiger king, stepped on the divine dragon law, and shook the sky, which was an amazing picture.

It's just that under the ban of the enchantment, he can use very little Yuan power, and coupled with the lack of strength of the divine dragon, he can't help but sink under the aftermath of the endless palm power.

In the end, Nan Jiantian fell short and failed to break through the boundary power of the enchantment!

"Hahaha, it seems that you also have a time when your donkey skills are poor. In the void, the arrogant sneer of the Nether Venerable was conveyed.