A clear sky, the sword qi danced wildly, and the heaven and earth were suddenly filled with a vast divine might. Dim and depressing.

A trace of solemnity flashed in Wang An's eyes, and he roared angrily, and the law of thunder on his body suddenly attached to his body, and the silver light lingered around his body, and his clothes exploded, revealing his bronzed vicissitudes of life, full of explosive power.

"Boom!"

The sword intent was vertical and horizontal, the sword was roaring, the void was shattered, and a piercing cold chill struck, and a white glow in his eyes instantly drowned Wang An.

"No, slam it!"

Feeling a breath of death surging up his brows, Wang An roared angrily, and the echo from the void was mighty and mighty, shaking Tianquan Island.

An immortal will erupted from his body, and his battle intent was surging, rolling up a thousand clouds, like a stormy wave, stirring the void.

Wang An moved, punch after punch blasted out, the wind raged, the void shook, the ancestral witch chaos in his body ran rapidly, the qi and blood rolled, and the blood and qi in the eight veins of the Qi Jing were surging into a river.

Countless chaotic forces surged around the body, and every drop of ancestral witch blood contained in the blood seemed to be cheering at this moment, and in every acupoint, there seemed to be an ancient giant roaring and shouting. A domineering and brutal, tyrannical and masculine momentum broke through the sky and struck the void.

"Boom!"

Heaven and earth trembled, the void trembled, and each punch of Wang An was slow and heavy, but everywhere he went, all the swords retreated.

An immortal will to open up the heavens and the earth, smoothing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and the meaning of ancient laws, permeate the heavens.

The swords in front of him seemed to be a chaotic place, a chaotic world. Between Wang An's gestures, the intention of the supreme law was rolling, and a vast spiritual pressure that expanded the heavens and the earth rose to the sky.

"Boom!"

The sword qi broke away, the heavens and the earth shook, and an ink-colored long knife seemed to cut through the light of dawn, and the sharp sword slashed down towards Wang An.

"Uh-huh!" Wang An snorted coldly, and his body retreated.

"Tick, boom!"

Drops of silvery-white blood fell on the arena, like a mountain peak collapsing, the arena shook, and the aura was shining.

Wang An's fists were blurred with flesh and blood, white bones, mottled with blood all over his body, large and small, like injuries in ravines, terrifying, dense, miserable, blood flowing, ticking to the ground.

"You, you actually hurt me! Your knife is more powerful than I expected. Wang An's face was expressionless, and he didn't seem to see the injuries on his body at all.

"Haha, my Demon Ghost Knife is rumored to be an ancient Demon Venerable, refined by the existence of a transcendent god, comparable to the best magic weapon; Mo Wuwu stared at Wang An and smiled proudly.

"Hehe, do you think I'm injured and lost?" Wang An raised his head and stared at Mo Wuwu, a hint of banter flashed in his eyes.

"Boom!"

Wang An'an moved, the Ancestral Witch Chaos Recipe operated, and a majestic blood qi surged; at the same time, the Eight Desolations of the Eight Desolations Shaking Heaven Recipe moved, and the aura around his body turned into a water and wood attribute aura, and a faint blue color lingered on his body.

The surging blood, the vigorous vitality, the power of the perfect and soft water, three kinds of spiritual light lingered around Wang An's body, and the injuries on his body healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and completely healed in the blink of an eye, and the momentum on his body was mighty and brilliant like a prison.

"It's... You are a dual cultivator of the Dharma body, and you have the root of the water and wood spirit; tsk, you really deserve to be the Heavenly Power Sect, you are really a genius. Seeing the changes in Wang An's body, Mo Wuwu couldn't help but praise and said with some emotion.

"Haha, but today, you will still lose to me!"

The expression on Mo Wuwu's face changed, his momentum was like a rainbow, and the demon ghost knife in his hand frantically absorbed the aura between heaven and earth, and the vertical and horizontal sword intent filled between heaven and earth.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

A ferocious beast that looked like a tiger, with hedgehog hair and the size of a cow, emerged from the body of the knife and was lifelike, and at this moment it seemed to come to life, as if it had materialized.

This fierce roar shook the sky, pierced the clouds, and was deafening.

A slash out, the knife rolled, and a towering giant knife the size of a hundred zhang suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.

The sword disappeared, the heavens and the earth were silent, only a sharp sword intent permeated the surroundings, the void shattered, and a terrifying ravine appeared in the void.

Around the blade, the air was squeezed and screamed, creating a vacuum. A shattered star shattered the ground, and the supreme momentum of slashing the world slammed down on Wang An's body, making him suddenly rise a terrifying feeling of sweat and hair.

It was extremely dangerous, at this moment, Wang An felt as if he had been hung into an ice hole, his body was cold, and he couldn't move.

As soon as his mind moved, the immortal will, the domineering aura rose to the sky, and a breath of ancient and wild air emanated from his body, and countless silver runes the size of rice grains lingered around him.

At this moment, he urged the Ancestral Witch Chaos Technique with all his might, and the surging blood qi was like a long river, rushing in the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and all the blood boiled.

It seemed to feel Wang An's danger, and the ancestral witch essence blood hidden in every inch of flesh and blood in his body seemed to have been activated at this moment.

Every acupuncture point, every inch of skin, seems to have an ancient little giant roaring and roaring, standing up to the sky, opening the world, fearless, and imposing.....

"Boom!"

A punch blasted out, the space collapsed, the heavens and the earth changed color, and a vast spiritual pressure that opened the world appeared all around, and the power of the wild and domineering bloodline made Mo Wuwu's heart tremble, and the strange beast screamed.

"Bang! boom!"

The shadow of the fist fell on the Demon Ghost Knife, and it seemed that there was an ancient god and demon with a groundbreaking momentum, and it slammed into it, and the Demon Knife screamed sadly, and flew out of the arena in a dripping turn, and the terrifying spirit fell on Mo Wuwu's body. Mo Wuwu's whole person flew out upside down, his body was shattered, his clothes were ragged, and a brilliant inner armor was suddenly revealed.

"Buzz!"

An even more powerful, like a Yuanying Monk's spiritual pressure suddenly appeared on the arena and fell directly on Mo Wuwu.

"Puff ....."

Spitting blood from his mouth, his anger was like a gossamer, his face was pale, and the sword qi on his body disappeared suddenly.

At this time, Wang An's sea of knowledge was blank, and the Ancestral Witch Chaos Technique in his body operated independently, and he seemed to have entered a strange world.

A powerful momentum erupted from his body, and vigorous blood and qi lingered all around.

"Ahem, I lost!"

Dongfang Bai looked at Wang An, his expression flickered, and then he sighed and flew off the arena lonely.

Wang An was the only one left on the arena, and the blood and qi around his body were surging, and the blood was like a dragon and a tiger, piercing through the void.

"Boom!"

At this time, Wang An's knowledge of the sea was agitated, and the magic of the earth was circulating, and a true intention of opening the world slowly flowed into the sea of his knowledge.