Supreme Conquering System

Nangong Chen was holding a bone-chewing sword, and his breath continued to soar.

The billowing evil aura engulfed the vast and boundless calamity, surging in the sky and the earth, as if to swallow thousands of miles of void.

Wherever it goes, everything withers!

White bones, demons, Shura... countless ferocious Nine Nether monsters, floating among them, roared terribly.

"Nice sword."

Qin Yi could not help but praise.

From his eyes, it is not difficult to see that this is a terrifying imperial soldier, and the sword intent contained therein is even more earth-shattering.

In fact, the same is true. This bone-chewing sword was originally superior among the middle-order imperial artifacts, and was owned by a famous powerful man in the Seven Prisons World.

Unfortunately, this strong man was defeated against a strong enemy, and the bone-chewing sword was also damaged and fell into rank.

After being acquired by Nangong Chen, after tens of thousands of years of warming up, he barely allowed the Bonechewing Sword to return to the middle-level imperial weapon.

It is with this sword that Nangong Chen can be undefeated in all directions!

Fight thirteen powerhouses of the same rank in the Demon Realm to become invincible.

"Junior, your genius is the most amazing one you have seen in your life. Even the Crown Prince of the Imperial Capital was overwhelmed by you.

In the future, you may not be able to get a glimpse of the mystery of the giant realm, but unfortunately, you have met the Lord..."

Nangong Chen felt sorry for her words, but the killing intent in her eyes was not concealed.

"The sword is a good sword, but it also depends on who uses it. If the sword was in the hands of its previous generation of masters, the deity might still be a little bit jealous.

As for you, ants! "

Qin Yi's eyes hung high, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

If it were a high-level imperial weapon, he would naturally lose it.

It's just a middle-level imperial tool, or a middle-level imperial tool that has been damaged, what is his fear?

"Ant? You are looking for death!"

Nangongchen's face sank, her eyes cold and frosty.

"The worlds are sinking!"

Nangong Chen whistled for a long time, stepped, and cut out again with a sword.

He is like a demon god, with endless evil aura tumbling and boiling under his feet like a sea tide, rushing out with his sword, seeming to drown the entire Seven Hells World.

If it really falls, not to mention the entire Seven Prison World, at least Qingmingzhou will be swept away by this sword.

Obviously standing in the world, there is a feeling of falling into the hell!

"If you have stepped into the fourth stage, this sword might still be worth a look, but now it is not worth mentioning."

Qin Yi's eyes flickered slightly, stepping out, trembling in the void.

Bow down.

make a fist.

The great spine dragon roared like a real dragon, swiftly, with one punch, and the punch was like a dragon!

Tyrant's majestic boxing spirit instantly rose to the sky.

With one punch, it seems that you can see the sun rising and the moon setting, and the mountains stand up, as if there are endless worlds arising and passing between the fists.

The weight of this fist is unbearable for hundreds of millions of miles in the sky, and it covers the sky, the underground, and the whole world in a flash!

The majestic fist has not yet blasted out, and the void of thousands of miles seems to be crushed and sink, and it may be broken at any time.

The crowd of onlookers breathed stagnantly, time seemed to stop flowing, everything returned to stillness, only this punch ran through the sun and the moon at a speed that seemed to be slow, but in fact it was unimaginable.

"Yep?"

Even Nangong Chen was no exception, stagnating in the air.

Seeing this punch, his body trembled, and his heart seemed to be held by a big hand, beating like thunder, and an absurd idea came to his mind.

Under this fist, He is going to die!

"No, how could this be defeated!"

Nangong Chen roared, the scarlet in his eyes became more intense.

It seems that there are thousands of gods and demons roaring in his body, and the surging power is flowing in the limbs and hundreds of skeletons, trying to break free.

After a ten thousand breath, Nangong Chen finally broke free from the suppression of his fist.

unfortunately.

The punch is here!