super king glory

His combat power has climbed steadily from the one-star Martial Ancestor Realm to the peak level of the One-Star Martial Ancestor Realm.

"Wang Xiaojian, die!"

Mo Meng didn't give Wang Xiaojian a chance, after the Ghost King possessed him, he raised the sword in his hand and slashed at Wang Xiaojian.

The increase in strength has increased the power of Momeng's swordsmanship.

The blood-colored sword energy of the sword light, which was hundreds of feet long, penetrated in the direction of Wang Xiaojian!

Slashing with a sword, the air was filled with the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

The blood-colored sword light is like the road to the underworld leading to hell.

Everyone who looked up at the sky felt fear and trembled.

Even through the formation, they all felt the breath of death.

As if the gates of hell were opened, the god of death came from hell and demanded their lives.

However, at this moment, a quiet trembling sound sounded in the air.

The trembling sound spread and turned into a melodious singing voice.

The singing is beautiful, like the fairy voice from the sky.

When the voice sounded, the fear in the hearts of the crowd was suppressed, and then gradually disappeared.

Immediately, an extremely beautiful scene appeared in the minds of each of them——

In the fairyland, a sword fairy in white robe practiced his sword and sang.

He is full of fairy spirit, agile and unrestrained.

Every time he stabs with his sword, he can condense a bright sword energy that penetrates the sky.

Every sword energy is condensed, and the singing is flying along with it.

The sound of the sword clanging echoed in all directions.

In an instant, the singing reached its climax——

"A poem, a piece of wine, a long song, and a sword to the end of the world!"

"The sword of the river, come from the sky!"

Qinglian sword song!

hum!

In the melodious singing, the bright sword energy turned into the Milky Way in the nine heavens.

Integrating the artistic conception of gold, engulfing the holy fire of heaven and earth.

It tore apart the bloody road to hell created by Momeng, and under the surprised eyes of countless people, it merged with Wang Xiaojian, turning Wang Xiaojian's body into a light that penetrated the world!

Brush brush brush brush!

Qinglian Sword Song was unleashed.

This is Jianmang, which is also fused with the holy fire of heaven and earth.

Destroying the heavens and destroying the earth, filled with boundless murderous intent, smashing Momeng's bloody sword glow.

With a loud bang, the blood-colored ground-level sword shattered directly.

Immediately, all the sword lights that contained the sword intent and the sacred fire of heaven and earth fell on Momeng's body.

Ahhhhh!

There were painful screams in the air.

Under the shocking gazes, Momeng's body was continuously cut into serious wounds by Qinglian Jiange's sword energy.

Blood splattered all over his body, blood was sprayed from the mouth, and his body fell from the sky thousands of feet away.

boom!

puff!

Momo fell on the plain in front of Zhongzhou City.

His body was in pain, and he spat out a mouthful of blood again.

Momeng's combat power was extremely powerful, but he couldn't bear such a blow.

The breath of the ghost king possessed him saved him from death.

However, at this moment, after enduring Wang Xiaojian's Qinglian Sword Song and the force of the thousand-foot fall, they completely collapsed.

He was dripping with blood, and his breath was weak.

"Damn...how is it possible..."

Momeng suffered serious injuries, his body was weak and in pain, but his face was filled with disbelief.

Ghost King Possession is his strongest ultimate move, which he sacrificed with the souls of 10 people.

In his eyes, this is the ultimate move of gods blocking and killing gods, and Buddhas blocking and killing Buddhas, but they were directly defeated by Wang Xiaojian.

unbelievable.

At this time, there was another roar in the air.

It is another clone of Momo.

Under the joint attack of Zhao Yun, Wang Zhaojun, Huang Zhong, and Zhang Fei, they couldn't bear it anymore and exploded with a bang.

The clone died, and Momeng was backlashed again.

His body trembled, blood spurted out, and his face became as pale as paper.

Momo's breath fell, from the level of Wu Zong to Wu Huang.

The spirit also became sluggish.

At this moment, Wang Xiaojian flew down from the sky holding the Judgment Faith Sword.

"Momeng, die!"