The desolation envelopes the world.

It was like pulling everyone and all the space on the entire Lingwu Field into the wilderness era billions of years ago.

Endless desolation, endless desolation, endless sadness.

Between the world, there is no vitality, no life, no breath of blood rushing, only one punch!!!

The punch, silently moving forward like an hallucination, gave people a very strange smell.

The fist prints look unhappy, not big, not gathered, not hidden, irregular, not sharp...

It does not match any strong taste.

but!

This punch hit...

The Dragon Prison Sword, the Dragon Prison Sword that reached the level of the instrument, had reached Su Xuan's endless golden and extreme sharpness, actually trembled fiercely!

That tremor seemed to be fear.

Then...

"Clam!"

The sound of the bone-breathing metal collision tear apart the sky.

Shocking the sky.

The Dragon Prison Sword is like a little dragon suppressed by the hand of the sky.

Golden scattered.

Fly out backwards.

Not only that, while the Dragon Prison Sword flew backwards, Chen Qingming suddenly turned pale in the air, without a trace of blood, and a mouthful of blood spurted out!

"You..." Chen Qingming was not only feeling emotional, but was already panicked.

Chen Qingming stared at Su Xuan!

The heart and mind have already been in a state of uproar.

She forced the Dragon Prison Sword?

He was unable to kill Su Xuan, but instead, he was crushed by Su Xuan's understatement?

What a joke?

Not only Chen Qingming, but also tens of millions of people inside and outside the Lingwu Field, were almost shocked to faint at this moment, and could not believe what he saw!

"What are you? Old woman, I'll ask you to die!" Su Xuan was in a strong sense of fighting. Under the endless desolate aura of "The Great Desolate Fist", it seemed that everyone was affected by low emotions. But only Su Xuan, the initiator of "The Great Desolate Fist", completely jumped out of the desolate mood. Instead, he was frightened and murderous intent, and punched again without hesitation.

This punch locked Chen Qingming.

"Damn it! You are the one who forced me to do this!" Chen Qingming felt a chill all over, as if he was suppressed under the Jiuyou Cold Ice. She inexplicably felt the smell of death.

How dare you hesitate?

"Sky Soul Flag!!! Come out to me!" Chen Qingming roared, and the silver color changed a little...

The aura on her body suddenly became a bit evil.

Ghost crying and howling.

A bloody banner emerged.

Above the blood-colored banner, just the formations interlaced, it is dazzling, no less than a thousand formations!

Not only that, there were huge skull patterns on the formation. The skull patterns seemed to be an ancient totem, black and red. If you look closely, it seemed that the skull patterns were flowing, flowing, as if they were alive.

What’s scary is that those skull patterns can absorb the breath between heaven and earth without restraint!!!

It specifically absorbs blood, death, and destruction.

Not only between heaven and earth, but also the surrounding voids were annihilated, hollowed out, and extracted...

A huge force of void was suddenly absorbed by the skull from the void.

That bloody banner!

And this was just the beginning. After the blood-colored banner spread out in the sky, it began to expand infinitely and spread.

For a moment, it covered the sky and the sun.
Chapter completed!