My brother is too strong.

It was still that sword, as if it was the beginning of the world, the sword light covered everything and occupied everyone's mind.

In front of this sword, the void accelerated and shattered, and countless spatial turbulences swept out.

The rules of absolute sharpness passed by, clanging, and even the air was strangled into nothingness.

Xiang Sixian and Zuo Die were dizzy.

Originally, the two were pressed to the ground and had difficulty breathing.

Now seeing Ji Yan's sword, the two felt that their heads were hit by a stick, and the feeling of nausea and dizziness instantly surged to their heads.

The eyes of the two began to turn white, even if they were both Yuanying.

But in this situation, they still wanted to vomit.

"Don't look!"

Xiang Kui's voice came over with difficulty, "Close your eyes, that realm is not something you can comprehend."

Ji Yan's swordsmanship is too strong, and his comprehension of the sword has surpassed his own realm.

When he was in the Yuanying stage, he had already made people in the Jindan stage vomit blood.

Now he is in the realm of transformation, so profound that even people in the Nascent Soul realm cannot see through it.

If you insist on watching, your Dao heart will be disturbed, and at the least you will vomit blood and faint, and your strength will be greatly damaged. At the worst, your Dao heart will collapse and you will become a useless person.

Xiang Kui looked up, and he was now half-kneeling on the ground. The pressure from the black hand was too strong.

Even if he was in the realm of transformation, he could not have any resistance against the black hand.

But Lu Shaoqing and Ji Yan were different.

Dare to attack him one after another, Xiang Kui must admire him, a heroic young man.

However, Xiang Kui's eyes did not carry any hope, and even began to show despair.

The black hand was too strong, definitely an existence beyond the realm of refining emptiness, if not the Mahayana stage, it must be the fusion stage, and it may even be stronger.

It's useless.

Xiang Kui looked at Ji Yan who was soaring into the sky, and said silently in his heart.

Ji Yan was like a fearless warrior with a strong fighting spirit and murderous aura, charging towards an enemy stronger than him.

However, just as Xiang Kui thought, the black hand was too powerful.

So powerful that it made people despair.

This sword was Ji Yan's strongest attack, and people of the same realm or even two realms stronger than him could not resist it.

The sword light fell fiercely on the back of the black hand.

The surface of the black hand flashed slightly, and Ji Yan's full-strength attack passed like a breeze, without leaving any trace on the black hand.

He couldn't even make the black hand stop for a moment, and the black hand still fell from the sky slowly.

And the black hand's target was very clear, that was Lu Shaoqing.

Whether it was Ji Yan who attacked him or Xiao Yi and others who were suppressed and unable to move, the black hand didn't pay attention, and went straight to Lu Shaoqing.

Lu Shaoqing was severely injured, and there was almost no good part of his body, and the whole person was on the verge of fainting.

The power was too strong, and he couldn't resist it at all.

In front of that power, he felt like a child, facing the attack of this peerless martial arts master.

He was great to be alive.

The black hand kept falling towards him, and the strong pressure caused the land around him to collapse and break away, leaving only the place where he was lying, like an isolated island.

Lv Shaoqing showed bitterness on his face, he slowly raised his right hand and looked at his storage ring.

He didn't say anything, maybe even the dead ghost brother couldn't beat the black hand.

It was too strong, so strong that he couldn't help but feel despair.

Alas, maybe life ends here, and I don't know if I can be reborn.

Looking at Ji Yan standing in the sky in the distance, Lv Shaoqing tried his best to send a message to him, "Why don't you get out?"

"Just avenge me in the future, remember to burn more spirit stones for me during festivals."

"Yuanbao candles, I don't want..."

The voice reached Ji Yan's ears, and a burst of anger rose from his heart.

He was angry at his own powerlessness.

As a senior brother, he has his own pride and self-esteem.

He does not allow himself to fall behind his junior brother, nor does he allow himself to be worse than his junior brother.

In this battle with the God of Sacrifice, his performance has already failed.

Now, facing the powerful black hand, his strongest attack is not as good as a mosquito bite in the eyes of the enemy.

The enemy's target is Lu Shaoqing. As a senior brother, he cannot protect his junior brother, which is also a dereliction of duty.

Moreover, the enemy's target is Lu Shaoqing, not him, which also shows one thing, that he is not a threat in the eyes of the enemy and is not as good as Lu Shaoqing.

The more Ji Yan thought about it, the angrier he became. This was the angriest time in his life.

He could accept his failure, but he could not tolerate being despised, let alone his incompetence.

"Damn it!"

Ji Yan roared in a low voice, his anger was burning, and his reason was swallowed by anger.

At this time, the Wuqiu Sword suddenly flashed, and a bright light emerged from the Wuqiu Sword and sank into Ji Yan's body.Ji Yan had previously absorbed the power of the broken sword fragments from the Xuantu world, and Wuqiu Sword fused the broken sword fragments and repaired the sword body.

Even Wuqiu, the sword spirit of Wuqiu Sword, did not realize that there was still a power hidden in his body.

After this light entered Ji Yan's body, Ji Yan was stunned.

The next moment, Ji Yan stabbed out with a sword.

It was a plain sword, just like a beginner who picked up a sword for the first time, and the sword stabbed out crookedly.

However, the next moment, a shocking sword intent burst out, sweeping across the whole world.

Ji Yan's breath became empty, as if he disappeared from this world and entered another world, which was incompatible with this world.

Wuqiu Sword stabbed out in his hand, the void exploded, the world trembled, and the world was like a piece of paper, cut in half by scissors from the middle.

The black hand, which was as big as the sky and thousands of feet long, was also split in half as if it was made of paper.

A huge black mist swarmed out, and this big hand was condensed by the black mist.

The sword light that soared into the sky strangled the black mist thoroughly and cleared everything.

"Damn it, this, this is..."

The voice just now was full of horror and roared in disbelief.

The black hand disappeared, and then a tall figure condensed by black mist appeared. The black figure, surrounded by black mist, seemed to be in the clouds, and the face seemed to be illusory and real. It was impossible to see its appearance clearly, and it could only be barely seen that it was a human outline.

The huge figure and the terrifying breath once again shook the world, and the powerful pressure made the earth break and collapse continuously...