Chapter 1818 Battle at the Peak (20): Death of Wu Xian

"Do you think self-explosion is useful?"

Tian Wuqing sneered, with no contempt in his eyes, and mocked: "In this Taixuantian, I am the incarnation of rules. Any rules and laws are in my control. Do you have the qualifications if you want to blow yourself up and hurt me?" ?”

Tian Wuqing smiled awe-inspiringly, stretched out his hand and spread his five fingers, and pressed forward.

The distance between the two was pulled away in an instant, and the distance turned into the end of the world.

Wu Xian's face was ashen, and the blue eyes burst into anger. At this moment, all the eight meridians were shattered with the breaking of the strange brown sword.

But the blue eyes of the Wu family are like the second dantian, bursting out with infinite power, reversing time and space in an instant, and coming to Tian Wuqing again in an instant.

Tian Wuqing was startled, and shouted: "Two times, I underestimated you, but it's still useless!"

Tian Wuqing pointed with one hand, and countless divine swords burst out from the tomb, and the sword energy formed a huge aura, lying in front of him, like a sky abyss.

And Wan Jian formed an enchantment, strangling towards Wu Xian.

Everyone's hearts darkened, and they all felt extremely heavy. Before Wu Xian sacrificed his life for righteousness, he was about to become empty. Is an eight-star realm king, in front of the ruthless sky, so powerless?

Wu Xian yelled violently and shouted: "Yang Qingxuan!"

Countless blue lights poured into his eyes, and he couldn't control it anymore, and began to leak out.

But he was getting farther and farther away from Tian Wuqing, and under the huge sword barrier, it was impossible to hurt Tian Wuqing.

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, the meaning of Wu Xian calling him at this moment is self-evident, it is to let him snatch the control of the sword formation, and send Wu Xian to Tian Wuqing.

But this request, can he do it?

Send your father-in-law up to die?

"Yang Qingxuan!"

Wu Xian roared again, staring at him with blue eyes, eyes full of anger, command, roar and determination.

Yang Qingxuan's face was pale and bloodless, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Shi Yan said urgently: "Yang Qingxuan! Hurry up and snatch Tai Xuantian's control, are you going to let Wu Xian die in vain?!"

Yang Qingxuan was in great grief and indignation, a sword mark flashed between his eyebrows, and the terrifying sword intent erupted in an instant, crushing in all directions!

"Heaven is ruthless! You should die!"

Tears welled up in Yang Qingxuan's eyes, he pinched the sword formula with his hands, and went to the sword boundary.

Immediately, the sword world rushing towards Wu Xian froze, and the sword barrier protecting Tian Wuqing seemed to be blocked.

Tian Wuqing's complexion sank, and an angry look flashed between his brows.

It stands to reason that he should have absolute control over Tai Xuantian with his half-step thousand realm cultivation base, but why is he frequently interrupted by Yang Qingxuan, a three-star realm king?

It was too late to think about it, and Yang Qingxuan interfered with Wan Jian.

The spatial rules in Tai Xuantian were also broken by Wu Xian, and he came to Tianwuqing in an instant, his blue eyes had been activated to the extreme, and there were dense cyan lines on it, and he began to dissolve.

"A piece of world. White is also eyes. Blue is also eyes."

Tian Wuqing was terrified and moved, his face was full of shock.

The cyan radiance completely swallowed Wu Xian, turning it into a sea of ​​cyan light that swept over and swallowed him in.

"Boom!"

The entire Tai Xuantian shook violently, and countless sword mounds were destroyed and turned into flat ground under the sweeping force.

A huge cyan light exploded on the ground.

The energy is like a raised packet, pushed in all directions.

Looking down from the star dome, it looks like a huge blue eye.

"Boom!—"

Huge shocks and energy fluctuations are still roaring in the Taixuan Sword Tomb.

All warriors looked at the center of the explosion in horror, wondering if Tian Wuqing died?

The eight-star realm king's self-destruction, even half a thousand realms, shouldn't be able to bear it, right?

The cyan energy slowly sank into the ground, and the turmoil subsided little by little.

Shi Yan felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart. The comrades who fought side by side passed away like this. Maybe this battle is the end of his comrades and himself?

In the previous two battles to break the formation, Shi Yan and Wu Xian were already half exhausted, and they probably had no other way to fight against Tian Rurui except self-destruction.

Shi Yan's eyes became hot, and he forced down the tears. Suddenly, he felt something, looked up suddenly, and said in surprise: "Yang Qingxuan?!"

In the sky above the cyan light, countless destroyed sword souls condensed out again.

Thousands of handles, ten thousand handles, tens of millions of handles, all of them stand on the sky.

And at the center of all the sword souls, Yang Qingxuan stood solemnly, his robe fluttering behind him with his long hair, without any expression on his face.

Yang Qingxuan turned his hands into circles, and those destroyed sword souls condensed out again one by one.

And within the sword tomb, Wan Jian sensed that the divine sword, which was thousands of miles away, also trembled violently. One handle broke out of the grave and flew towards Yang Qingxuan, lingering around and above him.

"this is……"

All Wuxiu watched in surprise.

In Yang Qingxuan's empty eyes, two golden lights suddenly shot out, piercing through the chaotic green lights and dust, and roared angrily: "God is merciless! Go to hell!"

The sword mark between the eyebrows suddenly turned into a golden talisman, like stars in the sky, shooting out boundless radiance.

Under Yang Qingxuan's sword art, all the swords turned into a boundless sea of ​​swords, and the rain of swords, like that angry emotion, fell from the void.

"Bang! Bang!—"

The boundless rain of swords fell, and the entire Tai Xuantian shook violently.

There are more sword souls coming from all directions, endlessly, endlessly.

All under Yang Qingxuan's sword intent, they want to shatter the starry sky and the earth, and the universe, sun, and moon throughout the ages.

"So strong! Without the blood of the Yang family, wouldn't they be able to control this Taixuan Sword Tomb after all?"

In the center of the sea of ​​swords strangling, a yellow radiance emerged, from about half a foot, it turned into a size of ten feet in an instant, isolating all sword energy from the outside.

"Hey! Heaven is merciless..."

Shi Yan and the others all gasped. Inside the yellow radiant enchantment, Tian Ruqing stood awe-inspiring, half of his body was wounded by Wu Xian, and blood flowed from his face.

A pair of cold and merciless eyes stared at Yang Qingxuan.

The yellow enchantment spreading out from the whole body stood unshakably in the sea of ​​swords.

Ren Yang Qingxuan dumped the entire Sword Tomb, but he could not be suppressed.

Shi Yan and the others muttered to themselves: "The gap is too big, the realm of the two is too different!"

Yang Qingxuan stared at the past with a pair of fiery eyes, facing the merciless gaze of the sky.

The two quietly stood in the sea of ​​swords, facing each other under the stars, staring at each other, wishing to tear each other apart.

The corner of Tian Wuqing's mouth suddenly raised slightly, and he sneered: "Hahahaha, are you angry? Are you desperate? This Infinity Sword Tomb is indeed terrifying. But everything in the world cannot escape the erosion of time after all."

Tian Ruqing flicked his sleeves, and the yellow dragon suddenly appeared, turning into a long river of time.

The passage of time began to speed up, ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times...

It has been hundreds of millions of years since Ziwei swayed.