The Dinghai Shenzhen Iron and the Yinyue Swords collided with each other, making a loud noise that shook the earth.
Powerful energy waves radiated from the two of them, spreading outward. The surrounding buildings collapsed under the impact of this wave of energy, sending up clouds of dust. The tavern was completely razed to the ground, and huge cracks appeared in the surrounding ground.
In this fierce collision, Ning Jie gradually gained the upper hand with the powerful strength of the Dongming realm.
He seized the opportunity and swung the Dinghaishenzhen Iron in his hand fiercely, and a powerful spiritual power shock attacked the Double Blade Rakshasa. The Double Blade Rakshasa was unable to dodge and was hit by the spiritual power shock. His body flew out like a cannonball and fell heavily to the ground.
The Twin Blade Rakshasa vomited blood, his eyes filled with terror. He struggled to stand up, but his body refused to obey.
"Dongming Realm! Who... who are you?"
The double-bladed Rakshasa looked at Ning Jie in horror.
"The dead don't need to know."
After Ning Jie finished speaking, he walked towards the Double-Blade Rakshasa.
He raised the Dinghai Shenzhen iron, and with one blow, the double-bladed Rakshasa turned into a bloody mist!
After Ning Jie dealt with the Double-Blade Rakshasa, he returned to the abandoned house and told the mother and daughter the news.
The mother and daughter hugged each other and cried, their gratitude towards Ning Jie even greater.
"Thank you so much, benefactor!"
Ning Jie smiled slightly and said calmly:
"No need to thank me, you can go to Piaomiao Xianzong now. Yaoguang, you must remember to practice well. Perhaps we will meet again someday."
Of course, Ning Jie knew that they would not see each other again until ten thousand years later.
Meanwhile, in the real world.
The battle between the Northern Snow Tribe and the Immortal Tribe has entered a white-hot stage.
Ice and snow danced across the battlefield, blood staining the pristine white ground red. The Snow Tribe's gigantic snow monsters rampaged across the battlefield, while the Immortal Tribe's warriors put up a tenacious resistance.
The goddess Mu Qingxue held a divine bow and continuously shot spiritual arrows. Each arrow could cause huge damage to the Snow Clan.
Leng Shuangzi, leader of the Snow Clan, also personally participated in the battle, unleashing powerful ice magic to engage in a fierce confrontation with the immortal cultivators. Shouts of killing and the clash of weapons intertwined, and the aura of death enveloped the entire battlefield.
Of course, there was no place in the entire Tianyan Continent that was not in the midst of war, and even the west, which had always been peaceful and tranquil, began to experience great turmoil.
Under the leadership of its leader Ashura, the Shura Cult began to move eastward like a black torrent.
The Shura Cult members were dressed in black armor, holding various weapons, their eyes gleaming with bloodthirstiness. Wherever they passed, there was chaos and devastation.
The ruler of the ancient kingdom of Galan, Afafu, also led his entire army to attack and block the eastward advance of the Shura Cult.
The army of the ancient nation of Galan, clad in magnificent armor, formed neatly into square formations, ready for battle. A new war was about to break out in the west of the continent, plunging the entire world into turmoil.
The plan to destroy the world has been fully launched!
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