My brother is too strong

Wuqiu pursed his lips and appeared majestic.

It looks like a small one's plan.

"Sword Spirit!"

Mu Yong's eyes became serious.

A long sword with a sword spirit can better display the master's strength, which is equivalent to a powerful amplifier.

This is also one of the reasons why Ji Yan was able to fight Jianwu for so long.

The Wuqiu sword in Ji Yan's hand took a lot of credit.

Mu Yong's expression is serious, is Ji Yan a unique move?

Ji Yan swung his sword lightly.

Soft as water, very casual.

Seeing this, many saint monks couldn't help laughing.

"I thought there was some trick."

"It's light, there's nothing, playing house?"

"My sword is much stronger than his sword"

However, the next moment, everyone's words were stuck in their throats.

In their eyes, everything in front of them has changed.

Wuqiu Sword suddenly flashed with a strong light, turning into a shocking sword.

A sword that shatters the void.

A sword light appeared like a long river of time and space, and countless worlds seemed to be shattered under this sword, turning into dust in the void.

This sword is like a sword that the Nine Heavens Sword God personally descended to earth.

One sword destroys everything.

One sword slaughtered millions of souls.

"puff!"

Countless saints vomited blood one after another, and they all vomited blood and screamed when they were not strong enough.

The mystery of Ji Yan's sword is not something these holy monks can see.

It was just this sword that caused countless monks of the holy clan below the alchemy stage to vomit blood and even fall down.

"Don't look, don't look!"

Some people shouted hastily.

Even people in the Yuanying realm dare not look at this sword.

Tan Ling just took a few glances and then hurriedly looked away, not daring to look any further.

Looking at it further, she was afraid that her Dao heart would be unstable.

As for Shi Ji and Shi Liao, their strength is even weaker than Tan Ling's. They looked away early and lowered their heads, not daring to look too much.

This sword is too terrifying.

The screams of the surrounding saint monks can tell the horror of this sword.

"This, is this Master Ji Yan's trump card?"

Shi Liao trembled with excitement.

Sure enough, it was my idol, so powerful that I couldn't believe it.

Who made this sword?

Xiao Yi raised her head, she could look at the sword, her eyes were confused.

The sword did no harm to her.

Xiao Yi's small mouth opened wide. Although she couldn't understand this sword move, her subconscious mind and the screams of those saint monks told her.

My elder brother's sword is amazing.

Absolutely beyond the horror of Xunren's imagination.

"This is my senior brother!"

Xiao Yi muttered to herself, her expression full of pride.

Mu Yong doesn't want to talk now, he is the only one here besides Xiao Yi who can keep looking at this sword.

Ji Yan's performance refreshed his cognition again and again.

In the end, thousands of words turned into one sentence, "What the hell!"

Powerful and invincible is definitely not something that the Nascent Soul Stage can penetrate.

As for Jian Wu, who faced the sword directly, he was so frightened that his beard and hair straightened.

Jian Wu's scalp was numb, he couldn't see through this sword, it was mysterious and inexplicable, this sword gave him the feeling of death.

Jian Wu wants to scold his mother, is this really a human race?

Is it really a weak human race passed down from generation to generation?

Is this a move that humans can comprehend?

What a joke.

Jian Wu wanted to hide, but in his feeling, this sword seemed to occupy the whole world.

With a single strike, the world would be destroyed, and he couldn't escape wherever he fled.

"Fight!"

Jian Wu roared, like a tiger at the end of the road, and fought back angrily when he had nowhere to go.

The powerful aura surged and erupted like a howling hurricane, spreading crazily, the world trembled, and the huge sense of oppression made the scalps of the surrounding saint monks numb.

Jian Wu is desperate.

In the face of Ji Yan's sword, Jian Wu dared not keep his strength.

Mobilizing all the spiritual power in the body, the breath climbed to the extreme.

The long sword in his hand was infused with powerful spiritual power, bursting out with dazzling light.

Jian Wu also used his last trick.

With a swing of the sword, a black sword light lit up.

The jet-black light shot up into the sky, like a giant black dragon rushing out of the abyss.

The black dragon roared ferociously, and greeted Ji Yan with a shocking aura.

"Oh!"

The two long swords collided from a distance, and huge energy splashed and exploded.

The dazzling light made everyone close their eyes subconsciously.

With the collision of sword intents, countless sword intents flew like raindrops, and everything around was turned into powder under the strangling of sword intents, which continued to spread with the shock wave.

The raging fluctuations and the ever-expanding explosion range made the people around retreat again and again.

After more than ten breaths, the explosion gradually became smaller, the light returned, and everything seemed to calm down.

Everyone opened their eyes and looked at the scene in front of them, unable to speak to themselves for a long time.

The explosion within a thousand miles was destroyed to varying degrees.

Everything within a radius of more than ten miles was destroyed, and a thick layer of ground was cut off.

The terrifying energy strangled everything into nothingness.

What is even more frightening is that black holes appeared in the very center of the explosion, surrounded by black lightning.

Like a patch, it looks so abrupt.

The confrontation between the two caused the space in the middle to collapse, and void cracks of different sizes appeared.

After the rift in the void, it is blurred and it is impossible to see what is inside.

The crack emitted a faint cold air, giving everyone a creepy feeling, as if there was an infinitely terrifying existence lurking in the void.

Fortunately, the cracks in the void finally disappeared slowly, making everyone heave a sigh of relief.

If the space here collapses, none of them can escape.

After everyone breathed a sigh of relief, they immediately looked for Ji Yan and Jian Wu.

The two fought against each other, and they didn't know what the result would be.

Above the sky, Ji Yan, dressed in white, still stood tall, but his condition was not good.

His clothes were torn, dripping with blood, his pale face, and his weak breath let people know that he was at the end of his battle.

But no one laughed at him, and no one dared to laugh at him.

Ji Yan's performance has completely convinced the people here, even if they are saints, they still have to respect Ji Yan, a human race.

Not everyone can be as powerful as Ji Yan.

"hehe"

Suddenly, Jian Wu's laughter appeared, and Jian Wu also appeared in front of everyone.

Jian Wu also looks very embarrassed, but it is much better than Ji Yan