At this moment.

Suddenly, Su Xuan looked up and smiled casually without hiding his mockery at all.

The smile has not yet fallen.

"laugh!"

sword.

To be precise, it is the sword essence sword beam.

It was clearly visible that Su Xuan raised his hand and his index finger seemed to point the people in such a sliding way.

Suddenly!!!

A sword light fluctuated away.

The seemingly subtle, but the usual sword light suddenly brought the ultimate tranquility on the entire ancient battlefield.

Until one percent breath.

"hiss!"

A slight sound broke the absolute stiffness and silence.

Accompanied by the slight sound, a scene that could not be believed in death appeared - that... the Dragon Seal of Mountains, Rivers, and Country was suddenly shattered and was neatly cut from the middle. Su Xuan's sword light was like a knife for cutting a cake. After cutting the Dragon Seal of Mountains, Rivers, and Country, it burst out, still dazzling, still sharp, still silent, still subtle but solid.

"Puff!!!" Mo Tianxing's whole body trembled and almost fell from mid-air. His entire aura was like a glass ball falling on the ground. It suddenly shattered, and he was almost possessed by the devil. His mouth was blood, his face was like wax paper, and his body was covered with death. He was dying, and the mountains, rivers, and the country dragon seal was his melting weapon.

Not only that, as the emperor of the Nine Nether Dynasty, he enjoyed the blessing of the Nine Nether Dynasty.

These blessings of luck have been accumulated on the dragon seals of mountains, rivers, and the country.

It is precisely because of this that the mountains, rivers, and the country are much more powerful than ordinary collapsing tools of the same level!

It is precisely because of this that the connection between Mo Tianxing and the mountains, rivers, and the country is closer than that between ordinary martial arts practitioners and their own fusion tools.

The dragon seal of mountains, rivers, and country was cut off, and he was almost cut off.

Just dying, just breathe a sigh of relief.

However, at this moment, Mo Tianxing had no fear, no anger, no despair, no other emotions, only a confusion.

Yes.

stupid.

I was confused even though I was dead.

The seal of mountains, rivers, and country can also be cut off???????

At least, he had never thought about this problem in the past billion years before a few breaths.

now.

On the ancient battlefield.

The head of Jijian Pavilion, the middle-aged man in white robe, almost bit off his teeth.

All suffocated.

then.

He turned his head suddenly and looked at the Holy Lord of Mingyue, his voice hoarse: "Mingyue, is this what you said, 'This boy has not made any achievements in the sword path'?"

If voices and emotions can kill people, at this moment, the Holy Lord Mingyue would have died 100 million times.

The middle-aged man in white robe stared at the Holy Lord Mingyue with blood in his eyes, as if he was looking at his father-killing enemy, and even felt a little obsessed with it!
Chapter completed!