Under the Sky Dome.

Sen Senran's frost-white sword aura was in the air.

Thousands of thousands, inexplicable and elusive.

Look carefully, the front is in front, the flicker is behind, the refraction is downward, the corner is horizontal, colliding with each other, and there is a clanging sound.

This voice is long and long, and the sound is endless.

Listening to it in the ears makes people feel chilled.

After Chen Yan was promoted to Heavenly Immortal, he held an immortal and immortal formless sword, and the changes in swordsmanship were unpredictable, compared with before, it was simply a world of difference.

From a distance, a young man in white, holding a sword like jade frost, swayed at will, calmly.

It seems to be fragrant blowing snow on a thousand peaks, and cold light curling.

Indescribable, beyond imagination.

"Hmph,"

Mo Ming sneered at this scene, but he scoffed at it, his body was together, the spear in his hand was swept away, and the killing machine was condensed, like a fan-shaped spread, simple, but there was a kind of Zhuo Ran who greeted the wind and rain in all directions safely, and said, "It's all flashy, it's okay for you to deceive you immortal people, and you are humiliating yourself against me!"

Mo Ming held his head high, his body was like a dragon, his gun was like thunder, and he pointed out at an incredible speed, and every stroke could hit the flying sword light, and said, "I have been practicing martial arts since I was seven years old, and until now, my self-created swordsmanship is as vast as a galaxy, what qualifications do you have to use the flying sword killing technique to face me?"

His voice is not loud, but he is condescending and has an indescribable confidence.

There is no doubt about what you say.

"Haha,"

Chen Yan laughed, his clothes were unfolded, the magic sword was in his hand, and he said to Mo Ming, "Look at the sword." ”

The voice fell, and the sword light changed again.

Real and unreal, impermanent and impermanent.

Every time, there is a cycle of life and death, and it changes all the time.

"What do you think of this hand?"

Chen Yan stepped forward, his eyes were aggressive, his sword aura was unstoppable, every sword had a change in the virtual and real, and every sword would have a cycle of life and death.

After he was promoted to Heavenly Immortal, the Dao Fruit was suspended in the air, he had his own immortal sky, holding an immortal and immortal formless sword, and the biggest improvement was not the ever-changing swordsmanship skills, but the rotation of life and death in the void and reality.

Such a change is in the characteristics of the immortal and immortal formless sword.

The swordsmanship of the Immortal Dao is different from the swordsmanship of the Martial Dao, the swordsmanship of the Martial Dao lies in the skill, and the swordsmanship of the Immortal Dao is definitely not as good as the martial arts, but because the characteristics of the magic sword are different, there is no change in the martial arts.

"The fairy road is to circle around, pretending to be a ghost. ”

Mo Ming frowned, his eyebrows were condensed, the spear in his hand pierced out, and the void was torn apart like a canvas, keeping all the sword light out.

Let the life and death cycle of your swordsmanship, if I don't let you enter my range, what can you do to me?

If you can't come in, no matter how life and death, no matter how true or false, it's useless!

"The power of martial arts, but that's it. ”

For such a scene, Chen Yan saw it in his eyes, and the light behind him was faint, with flying cranes spreading their wings inside, green leaves dotted, whistling in his mouth, spitting out thunder, and covering the polar world.

At the same time, the swordsmanship in his hand continued, attacking in a row.

Chen Yan was condescending and very calm.

Although it was only the first time he had fought with the Martial Dao Venerable, he also knew the strengths of both sides.

It can be said that martial arts focus on explosiveness, fierceness, and unstoppability, while immortal Taoism focuses on flexibility and variety.

If the martial arts can't gain the upper hand and suppress it, then even if the scene is evenly divided, it will gradually fall into the upper hand over time.

Of course, this fall into the disadvantage is falling into the disadvantage, but it is very difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

After all, at the level of Heavenly Immortal and Martial Dao Venerable, it was too powerful.

"This Tai Hades Palace Chen Yan,"

Of course, Mo Ming knew this trend, and he wanted to take back the initiative many times, but the other party's methods were very old-fashioned, not only was the magic weapon powerful, but also the subtlety of the power of the world was quite subtle, which made people not focus.

"What kind of Dao fruit did the other party use to promote the Heavenly Immortals?"

Mo Ming felt awkward, there was a kind of unbreakable difficulty on the other side, and he couldn't exert the strength of his empty body.

"It seems that I will have to get to know this person well when I go back. ”

Mo Ming's spear is in front, majestic, his thoughts are constantly changing, of course he didn't expect to be able to capture or kill the other party, just to probe the bottom and know that he knows that he will win a hundred battles.

Otherwise, it would be dangerous for a completely strange immortal to hide in the shadows.

"Martial Venerable. ”

Mo Mingming has his own thoughts, Chen Yan also has his own ideas, in the fighting method with Mo Mingming, he has a earth-shaking cognitive change in his own world power and the Taishi Dao Fruit, especially the newly generated Immortal Heaven is devouring the warring qi machine, and it is making subtle progress.

Chen Yan just used Mo Mingming as a whetstone to make himself progress by leaps and bounds.

"Chen Yan,"

Mo Mingming is not stupid, he can be promoted with martial arts when the entire universe immortal dao occupies the orthodoxy, you can imagine the will in it, he can sense the changes in Chen Yan's body, and consider the pros and cons in his heart.

I can be regarded as having an understanding of this new Heavenly Immortal of the Tai Hades Palace, and if I continue, the gains outweigh the losses.

"Let's go. ”

Mo Ming is a very decisive person, this is also the characteristic of the Martial Dao Venerable, he has a decision, he will never drag the mud and water, his body pulls out, from the sword light in the sky, soaring into the sky, and said to Chen Yan, "Today is the end of the day, we will have a period later." ”

"It's not fun yet, why should you go in a hurry?"

Mo Ming wanted to leave, but Chen Yan didn't want to, such a whetstone is rare, not to mention that it was automatically sent to the door, how could he leave if he wanted to?

"Thunder. ”

Chen Yan's eyes widened, and a golden light shot out, and above the top door, the natal magic weapon Wufang Xuanhuang Ming Tribulation Gate opened, swallowing out the vitality of the Ten Thousand Worlds, some bright, some frost white, some crystal jade, some deep, or the light of the sun and the moon, or the light of the stars, or the killing qi, or the power of magnetism, etc., etc., all different.

All of them gathered together, touched the true water of the Taiying, and evolved into Ganglei.

Gang thunder roared, with the power of Huanghuang Tianwei, suppressed Qiankun.

There is no vitality, no color, only the purest and most vast destructive power, stirring, colliding, surging.

"The heavens are primordial and the true sound of the thunder. ”

Chen Yan used his own very powerful thunder dao supernatural power, and before the thunder arrived, that kind of immeasurable thunder sound had exploded in time and space from ancient times to the present.

At this moment, Mo Ming only felt that there were endless thunder and thunder colliding in his future, and the resulting destructive power made his future fate like a flat boat in a storm.

"It's really ghostly. ”

Mo Mingming's brows furrowed, and a shot stabbed out from behind, hitting the long river of fate in the dark.