Unfortunately, in Feng Ruxuan's eyes, Ning Chaotian is now, and only the strength of the Dongxu Realm is left.

Nowhere near her opponent.

"I have to try to know if it's your opponent." Ning Chaotian said calmly, but when he calmed down, he suddenly took action.

Be vigorous and decisive.

"Nine Wilderness Landing Heaven Hand!" Ning Chaotian raised the old and withered hand and slapped it directly.

This shot, the sky and the earth trembled, and the thunder roared.

In this beat, a palm print, accompanied by purple lightning, radiating layer by layer of gray true energy like the nine-layer Tongtian Pagoda, and suppressed Feng Ruxuan.

As the palm print advances, one inch a day.

Advance one inch, retreat one inch inch in the void.

The palm prints quietly, but the rune formation formed like a chain.

This palm is very strong!!!

Really strong.

Even Feng Ruxuan was slightly shocked and couldn't help but praise: "Good palm technique."

However, no matter how much praise is, Feng Ruxuan did not hold back at all.

Raise the sky with one finger.

The finger turns into a sword.

The sword of flame falling from the sky.

The sword is like a spirit.

Looking closely, the sword blade, like a pillar of fire, seemed to be formed by hundreds of phoenixes.

He was overwhelmed by the sky.

The sword blade is thick, proud, and full of the sky and the earth.

What is most heartbreaking is that the sword blade like a pillar of fire is actually harmonious in the natural straight road of heaven and earth.

For a moment, the flames came east, and the boundless burning fire spirit-like aura spread from various real airs and voids, blending into the sword blade.

Make the sword blade as strong as a pillar of fire, burning even more bone-breaking.

"laugh......"

Between the sarcasm.

Ning Chaotian's palm was slashed openly.

Not only that, the palm prints that turned into two halves were also crushed into nothingness.

The sword blade, like a pillar of fire, continued to move forward, reaching the sky and the earth, and facing Ning Chaotian with a pressure on the top of Mount Tai.

"Old man, retreat!!!" Su Xuan hissed, his face full of ferociousness.

At this moment, the old man stood in front of him.

"Hetian goes against the trend!" Ning Chaotian's face was without a look, but his old eyes were firm and arrogant. Suddenly, he stomped his feet, and in an instant, the entire guardian mountain's aura seemed to be connected with him... Ning Chaotian raised his hands, and the extremely complex magic tricks were fluctuating, and ripples in the void passed by him. Then, he clasped his hands together and slapped them out.

And while taking it out.

The sword blade, like a pillar of fire, happened to come to Ning Chaotian's eyes.

His hands clasped together and directly clamped the blade like a pillar of fire.

The blade stagnates and moves forward.

but.

The corners of Ning Chaotian's mouth were already covered with blood.

The whole thin body began to tremble and even broke a little.

"No!!! Old man, get out of here! Get out of here!" Su Xuan shouted, his eyes red, and he only regretted why he was so weak?!

Su Xuan was almost on the verge of being obsessed with the brink.

"Senior Tianmeng, Senior Tianmeng, Senior Tianmeng, Senior Tianmeng, wake up and help me!!! Please! No matter what the price you pay!" Su Xuan trembled all over and roared anxiously in his heart.

He would never accept that the old man died before his eyes.

Unfortunately, the Creation Goddess did not move.

at the same time.

Bang......

Ning Chaotian finally couldn't hold on.

The hands were dim as if they were skeleton hands that had weathered for millions of years.

The old face was pale, and it was getting older, like a candle in the wind that was about to die.

The breath also became chaotic and weak.

The sword blade, which was like a pillar of fire, finally slashed Ning Chaotian's body.

Fortunately, Ning Chaotian deviated slightly from his body between life and death.

The blade fell on his left shoulder.

Suffered into it.
Chapter completed!