A large dew appeared on the sea surface, and the tall plants swayed, making blurry scenes appear nearby. Everyone was on high alert. On this mysterious night, a wonderful journey could begin at any time.
Wen Ming, the sword immortal of the middle generation of Yekong Fei, was in a miserable state. He had disheveled hair and was attacked by the dense sword river, and his body was covered in blood.
He didn't expect such a grand scene at the beginning of the war. At this level, their control is amazing, and one sword is enough to kill the opponent.
But the other party did the exact opposite, fearing that it would not be enough to waste. In the battle between supreme beings, the more magnificent, the more powerful.
On the contrary, many times, with a flick of their fingers, a ripple of their soul that expands out can destroy an area of deep space and kill countless tribes. They can use very fine force to destroy everything.
Now he met an old man who squandered the divine power lavishly. In order to control the runes of the Dao, he materialized hundreds of millions of immortal swords, which gathered into a rolling river and bombarded him.
But Wen Ming felt that he had to die. This was a serious insult to the sword immortal. Is there anyone who uses a sword like this?
But in fact, it was very effective, the suppression on him was too obvious, there was no difference between billions of immortal swords and swords made of real divine gold, they pierced through the void, deafening.
"This is the kingly way overlooking the Heavenly City. It opens and closes greatly, and is pushed forward directly, destroying everything in its path. Could this inheritance of the way be related to the giant beast's royal court?" someone guessed.
In fact, although people were very concerned about the opening of the divine power, Yang Jian couldn't help but be distracted and pay attention to this battle at the moment.
Among the supreme beings walking the path of true sainthood, Wen Ming was not weak. Even though his armor was shattered by the impact of the sword Chang He and he was covered in blood, he did not bow his head and admit defeat.
He moved his body at a high speed across the night sky, leaving behind many afterimages. Fragments of time passed by around him, showing how fast he was.
However, the densely packed swords and immortal swords are not only powerful, but also change trajectories and instantly change directions in an unpredictable instant. The river of swords gushes across the sky, constantly disillusioning trajectories and changing in a flash. The waves crash against the shore, the swords pierce the air, and roll up thousands of sword shadows.
Puff puff puff
Horrible blood splashed on Wen Ming's body. Some of the dazzling immortal swords pierced him, and his body bleeds and shoots out in an instant.
Wang Xuan was like a giant, wielding a greatsword made of the universe and the stars, suppressing it with the force of an immortal demon mountain, with incomparable tyranny.
"Looking at the formation, not only is the momentum unmatched, but the secret text interpreted by the swordsman Chang He is also related to the gods. It contains unparalleled divine methods, which is quite terrifying." Another person commented.
Wen Ming was shocked. Many bloody holes appeared on his body. He was so proud of his super-speed but he couldn't avoid them?
Buzz!
The sound of flapping wings was heard. If he had a choice, he would not want to show his true form in front of others. But he had no choice. Transparent mosquito wings appeared, and the moment they flapped, a dazzling light was emitted.
He used the high-frequency vibrations of his mosquito wings, which were comparable to prohibited items, to cut off many immortal swords. An extremely sharp weapon also appeared in his mouth, which was pitch black and shone with chaotic energy and black light.
A startling rainbow swooped down towards Wang Xuan. At this moment, he showed no reservations, and the terrifying killer move that his clone had not been able to use back then was now displayed by his real body.
Behind him, there appeared a dazzling spectacle, like a picture of gods coming to the world, with petals falling everywhere, very sacred, and some mysterious creatures sitting cross-legged.
People looked at each other sideways, it turned out that Wen Ming was very strong, he was suppressed earlier just because he lost the initiative, now he has recovered.
He completely turned into a big mosquito, as if it was made of various prohibited materials, and pounced towards Zaidao against the sword path Chang River.
During this process, many immortal swords in the river were broken.
Wang Xuan became extremely serious. He was still concerned about the strange sight behind Wen Ming. He had been moved when he saw the broken remains of the scene that year.
He held up an object with one hand, and suddenly rays of brilliant sword light emerged, and his terrifying power was increasing rapidly.
Many people finally saw the wonder behind Wen Ming clearly, and it was no longer blurry.
Inside, there was a tall and boundless figure sitting cross-legged, emitting billions of rays of light, as if eternal and immortal, and chanting scriptures that outsiders could not understand.
"Agulai Pangmeng..."
There are solemn and countless scenic spots around it. A huge sacred tree is rooted in the deep space and stretches into the universe. It is magnificent and boundless, with snow-white flowers and endless tiny petals falling down.
Nearby, divine flowers bloomed, sacred beasts disappeared, and many golden lotuses took root in the void and resonated together. The ground was filled with orchids.
Wen Ming's figure also appeared in the strange sight, but he was just a mosquito, flying past a flower bud far away from the feet of the sitting figure.
Everyone was surprised that Wen Ming's visualization of such a divine picture actually lowered his status to such a low level. It was really incomprehensible.
"Could it be the Age of Gods, a God?" someone began to doubt.
"No," the other person shook his head.
Could this be the old Beast King from the Giant Beast Court era, who had serious problems, voluntarily abdicated, and finally defected to the opposite side?
Although the true appearance of the huge figure in the wonder could not be seen, some mysterious creatures who retraced the True Saint Road still had some guesses.
"Father, please help me suppress this old villain." Wen Ming transformed into his original form, and his mosquito body went against the river of swordsmanship, approaching Wang Xuan and shattering a large number of immortal swords.
Especially the amazing sight behind him, the huge figure was glowing and evaporated the sword river.
It was so terrifying that many people's pupils contracted. Could it really be that old beast king?
The giant beasts were not happy. More than one giant beast at the scene had a gloomy look on their faces. What a joke! Even if the old beast king had problems and defected, how could he give birth to a mosquito son?
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