Amidst the wild laughter, Nangong Zhiyuan had already swung out a sword.
The sword light swept past, as if a long rainbow passed through the sky.
In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color and the sun and the moon lost their light. It was called a sword, but the whole world seemed to be shrouded in the might of the sword.
Although the people around him had already retreated and made way for a large open space before he made his move, at this moment, they were still terrified when they felt the majestic might of the sword, as if their souls were about to be crushed into pieces by the might of the sword.
"Be careful!" Someone couldn't help but shout out loud, and his eyes were full of sympathy when he looked at Mo Tianchen.
It can be seen that Nangong Zhiyuan's cultivation is indeed the same as they guessed, reaching the middle stage of the tribulation, but his sword is far beyond his cultivation.
Not to mention the cultivators of the same level, even the strong ones in the late stage of the tribulation would probably find it difficult to take his sword.
This is the sword skill of the Wuji Immortal Palace, and it is also the confidence of the Wuji Immortal Palace.
Mo Tianchen's cultivation might not be much worse than Nangong Zhiyuan's, and it would be enough to bully a demon cultivation family like the Pang family, but in terms of sword skills and background, how could he be compared with the Wuji Immortal Palace.
If he had been more modest before, Nangong Zhiyuan might have shown mercy, but he had said such big words, how could Nangong Zhiyuan be polite to him?
It's over, Mo Tianchen is over.
Even if he doesn't die, he will definitely be seriously injured and his cultivation will be completely destroyed.
Thinking that Tiancang Continent has finally produced such a powerful person who has passed the tribulation, and he is going to be destroyed so soon, everyone's heart is gloomy.
Closer, closer. Seeing that the sword light was slashing in the air, getting closer and closer to Mo Tianchen, some people even wanted to turn their heads away, not wanting to see the next scene.
But at this moment, a scene that shocked everyone happened.
A strange light flashed, and Mo Tianchen's originally elegant figure suddenly grew in the wind.
In just a blink of an eye, a huge figure like a mountain appeared in front of everyone.
He raised his palm and slapped it down heavily.
"Bang!" With a shocking sound, Nangong Zhiyuan's sword that seemed to be able to split the sky and the earth was shattered by his palm.
Even the ancient long sword in his hand quickly cracked, and turned into fragments and scattered on the ground with a crisp cracking sound.
Nangong Zhiyuan was stunned holding the bare hilt in his hand.
How could this be possible? How could this be possible? He is a strong man in the middle stage of the tribulation, and the sword skills he used are the peerless skills of the Wuji Immortal Palace.
He believes that even if he faces a strong man at the peak of the tribulation, he has the strength to fight.
But today, the sword he is most proud of was shattered by someone's palm... Looking up at the towering figure, Nangong Zhiyuan's mind was blank for a short time.
"Uncle, retreat quickly." Pang Henian shouted.
Although he had guessed that Mo Tianchen's strength was not that simple, he did not expect him to be so strong.
Seeing Nangong Zhiyuan's sword was defeated miserably, his heart instantly rose to his throat. He
wanted to help, but even Nangong Zhiyuan was so vulnerable in front of Mo Tianchen, what could he do to save him?
Nangong Zhiyuan finally came to his senses and hurriedly retreated.
But it was too late. Although his movements were not slow, Mo Tianchen's palm came down faster.
"Bang!" There was another muffled sound, and Nangong Zhiyuan flew far away like a kite with a broken string.
He flew hundreds of feet away before falling to the ground like a meteor.
Everyone was dumbfounded, even the Wuji Immortal Palace disciples who came with Nangong Zhiyuan were no exception.
The closed disciple of the Grand Elder of the Wuji Immortal Palace, a strong man in the middle stage of the tribulation, was easily slapped away by someone... Is this what you call there are people beyond people and there are heavens beyond heavens?
Well, the way Nangong Zhiyuan flew out just now really had the taste of a fairy from heaven. It's just that other people's Tianwai Feixian flew from far to near, but he flew from near to far.
It was not until then that they realized that Mo Tianchen was right. In front of him, Nangong Zhiyuan really only had one chance to make a move.
Looking up at the giant iron-eating beast in front of them, which was as tall as a mountain, everyone gasped, and the disciples of Wuji Xian Palace were so scared that their hands and feet were numb.
Wuji Xian Palace did not lack strong people and demon cultivators, but such a powerful demon cultivator was something they had never heard of or seen.
Of course, Yuwen Dingtian and others had nothing to be surprised about. Nangong Zhiyuan's strength was good, but no matter how good it was, he could only be compared with Ji Li, the leader of the eight demon kings.
Even if Ji Li had just been resurrected and his strength had not yet recovered to his peak, he was not comparable to him as a disciple of Wuji Xian Palace.
Even Ji Li was shattered to pieces by Mo Tianchen's palm, let alone Nangong Zhiyuan.
Looking at Nangong Zhiyuan who fell heavily to the ground and vomited blood in the distance, Yuwen Dingtian and others all had a look of pity on their faces.
"Senior Mo, my uncle was just confused for a moment. I hope Senior Mo will be magnanimous and not bother with him." Pang Henian came to Mo Tianchen and saluted nervously and worriedly.
Nangong Zhiyuan was obviously seriously injured. If Mo Tianchen added another palm at this time... he didn't need one palm, one finger could crush him to death.
"I said one sword, so it's just one sword." Mo Tianchen said as he turned into a human form, but he didn't even look at Nangong Zhiyuan again.
In the past, who would dare to believe that someone in the cultivation world would dare to despise the people of Wuji Immortal Palace so much.
But now, everyone has to admit that he is indeed qualified to despise Nangong Zhiyuan, and he has the confidence to despise Nangong Zhiyuan.
"Senior Mo is so magnanimous, I am grateful for that. Today's incident was caused by me, I apologize to you on behalf of my uncle." Pang Henian said gratefully, finally relieved.
"How dare you hurt my disciples of Wuji Immortal Palace!" An old man suddenly roared at the gate of Wuji Immortal Palace.
The old man was short and thin, wearing a white robe, which made him look like an immortal. But at this time, his face was full of anger and his hair and beard were all standing up, which added a bit of majesty.
"Grand Elder, Grand Elder!" Hearing his voice, the group of disciples of Wuji Immortal Palace were all shocked, and they turned around and bowed towards the gate.
"Disciple greets Master." Nangong Zhiyuan also vomited blood and knelt on the ground.
Seeing this, everyone present was shocked.
I thought that today's matter would end here, and even if Nangong Zhiyuan was unwilling and unconvinced, he could only stop.
Unexpectedly, one wave of troubles arose, and Nangong Zhiyuan's master jumped out again.
Seeing the old man's aggressive look, I'm afraid it will be difficult to settle today's matter peacefully.
"Waste, you have brought shame to my Wuji Immortal Palace." A figure flashed in front of him, and the great elder of Wuji Immortal Palace had come to Nangong Zhiyuan and scolded him with an angry face.
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