Just on the arena of the sky, when Zhou Bai and Xiang Tiandi fought to the death.

Escaped from Central City, hoping to arrive at Yunchonghe, who supported him here, and finally felt the edge of the battlefield.

Seeing the huge projection covering the sky and the sun in the distance, Zhou Bai punched Xiang Tiandi and kneeled down with one punch, the two old men were shocked.

Ying Chuang laughed excitedly: "Did you see it? Zhou Bai! My student! Even the marshal of Lei is no match for him now!"

"I just said that Zhou Bai has the resources of immortals and gods! He will definitely become a savior of mankind!"

Yun Chonghe first smiled, then looked at the projection's face but his expression became solemn, just because Xiang Tianzhe in the picture had already spread his demon body, and a pair of huge wings enveloped most of the ring.

Seeing this scene, the two of them looked at each other, their eyes full of shock and horror.

"That's...distortion...it doesn't seem to be very similar, it's more like the demon bloodline of the Fantian Sect..."

"Walk!"

...

At this moment, with the awakening of the Heavenly Sword Elder, his entire sword body had become a giant sword hundreds of meters long. Under Yun Chonghe's efforts, he slashed the sky and fell to the head of the Death Heavenly King with the force of tearing the sky and splitting the earth.

However, the Heavenly Lord of Death did not move, but continued to dance his limbs, showing his graceful body, and radiating endless primitive temptation.

Because she knew that someone present could help her block the attack.

As long as this person is there, she never worrys about being attacked by anyone. She just needs to focus on suppressing Li Xiuzhu.

At this time, Fan Ming, who had been surfing the formation on the side, was covered with a layer of bright silver armor.

He disdained to besiege Li Xiuzhu with other immortal gods, but he would not let others attack the Death Emperor.

Looking at the giant sword falling from the sky, Fan Ming's body moved and a wave of air had already emerged. He appeared in front of the giant sword at an astonishing degree, and then stopped in an instant, and the air waves caused by them collided with each other, causing bursts of sonic booms.

Facing the giant sword that was coming, Fan Ming had no intention of giving in, or in other words, his battles always defeated the strong and defeated the strong with Gang.

Then he saw Fan Ming looking at the giant sword falling from the sky. He clenched his fist gently, and the air was squeezing and exploded.

With such a fist-clenching action, everyone present seemed to be shocked, and they felt like they were sucked into their hands by Fan Ming's grip.

Fan Ming's right hand at this moment seemed to carry endless magic power. With every move, the world was changing accordingly, and the human mind was swaying.

There is no change in the power of the soul, no display of any martial arts moves, and no use of any inspiration.

Fan Ming gave a simple punch without any fancy, and directly used his fist to hit the strongest point of the giant sword.

The marshal of the Lei tribe, who wants to win, is to defeat the enemy's strongest point.

Yun Chonghe's face changed when he sensed this scene: "After Elder Tianjian woke up, he immediately went to a complete distortion. He could only rely on his last consciousness to let me pass a sword, and then he would be completely out of control. But even so, the power of this sword would definitely reach the level of the immortal god, and it also had an attack with distortion ability hidden.

Even if he is the Marshal of the Lei Division, he cannot block this sword simply by relying on his physical body...'

The next moment, the giant sword transformed by Elder Tianjian had already hit Fan Ming's fist hard, and Fan Ming's distance toward the sword body was too close, so he would not give Yun Chonghe any chance to change.

The fist and sword hit, and loud noises spread throughout the world. Within a hundred miles of radius, the aftermath of the two forces' attacks gushed towards all directions, and the hills exploded. Some monks with too low cultivation felt as if they were hit hard by an invisible sledgehammer, and their seven orifices were bleeding and retreating.

In the earth-shaking impact, when the giant sword slashed on Fan Ming's fist, it seemed like a machete was slashing on the steel plate. The giant sword sank slightly, and then it was stopped and it was difficult to make progress.

Fan Ming's figure did not take a step back.

Yun Chonghe looked shocked when he saw this scene: "What a terrifying body!"

The Death Heavenly Lord casually glanced at the blocked Elder Tianjian, with a trace of arc on the corner of his mouth.

Marshal Fan Ming of Jiuxiao has been a god for tens of thousands of years and is proficient in all thunder laws in the world.

Before the distortion of the Heavenly Dao, he used the thunder of heaven to temper his body and refine his body. His body was called "The Evil Viagra", and his combat power could no longer be measured by simple Taoist transformation.

He disdained the sneak attack, and even more disdained to join forces. The battle has always ended the opponent with absolute power and grand momentum.

However, as the distorted person who has been guarding Xiyue City and is afraid of by the Heavenly Court, Elder Tianjian naturally cannot be resisted by Fan Ming so easily after the complete distortion.

Then I saw the entire giant sword twisting violently, and flying swords continued to grow on the metal-colored sword, covering the entire sword body like a mountain of swords, and it was as dense as a needle prick, squeezed and entangled, becoming more and more dense.

Fan Ming frowned slightly when he saw this scene: "Distortion? This feeling...is it the Tianjian?"

When the giant sword just fell, he thought it was some magic weapon. After realizing that the other party was a distorted body, he was unwilling to continue contacting with his bare hands.

Fan Ming retreated slightly, his body shook slightly, and a strong wind blew up in the sky.

Then he punched out with his other hand, and the air was instantly whipped and squeezed into substance.

The layers of airflow, under the unavoidable huge force, directly turned into a diamond-like state, and then hit the giant sword with a bang, like an invisible giant palm dragging the sky sword, and then pushed the giant sword all the way upwards.

But after several consecutive punches, Fan Ming felt something was wrong. Although the elder of the Tianjian in front of him turned into a sword, he was still like a living thing. Not only did he struggle to exudate various extreme emotions, but he continued to grow various shapes of flying swords on the sword, which had expanded into a sword mountain in a short time.

Even with each punch he hits through the air, the Jianshan in front of him will grow stronger and bigger.

If you continue to grow like this, it is probably impossible to become a mountain range spanning dozens or even hundreds of kilometers.

And if this kind of growth has no limit, it is possible even if one day it destroys the entire planet.

‘You can’t let this monster continue to grow.’
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