Tian Xuan and Tian Ming's faces instantly turned pale, and an unbelievable look flashed in their eyes.

How powerful the two of them are is, they have a measure of how powerful this method is. Even the real power is rarely able to resist it, but now they are easily destroyed.

However, the two of them had a long battle and their bodies instantly retreated.

But, it's still too late.

Zhang Jing, a strange and inhuman Qilin man, slashed out the sword, did not stand in place and wait gently, but mobilized his blood and punched him again.

Although the giant palm was a joint force of the two, it does not mean that they have no other means. What Zhang Jing has to do is crush them and make them feel fearful.

The roar exploded, and the ancestor Tianxuan instantly condensed into a layer of protection in front of him, but under Zhang Jing's full blown attack, it was directly shattered.

The corners of the ancestor Tianxuan's mouth were bleeding and he was knocked back for a distance.

A flash of the spiritual platform, the Red Dust Sword fell into his hand, and the artistic conception of the sea of ​​blood spreads for thousands of meters in a radius.

Killing, violent, death, tyranny, and the powers gathered together, and Zhang Jing slashed directly at the ancestor Tianming.

"roar!"

The ancestor Tianming, who was covering his true body with a black robe, roared angrily, turned his hands into fists, and waved them suddenly.

The world within a radius of thousands of meters was instantly absorbed.

A dark and red ball of power hit the slashed straight at the slash.

"Bang!"

The two attacks collided, and the center of the fight roared, like a sky thunder falling.

The methods of the ancestor Tianming were directly destroyed, and Zhang Jing's sword still had the strength to do it.

"break!"

A strange sound sounded, and waves hit the sword light, gradually eroding Zhang Jing's attack.

Zhang Jing, who had no extra words, clenched his fist with his left hand and blasted it out directly!
Chapter completed!