Chapter 610: One Sword, the World Is Broken, Tang Chen Goes Against the Will of Heaven

All cultivators in heaven and earth were dumbfounded.

They thought that Tang Chen would be besieged to death by many strong men.

Unexpectedly, Tang Chen, with one sword and one man, blocked the pressure of many Holy Sees.

"Why do I feel that it is the cult leaders who should run away, not Tang Chen?"

"His combat power does not match his realm. Why is this so?"

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible to happen. The gap between Golden Immortal and Xuan Immortal is so huge."

Countless cultivators were shaking their heads, unable to believe that what was happening in front of them could actually happen.

boom……

The palace master of the different plants bloomed with a snap of his fingers, spreading all over the void, exuding a faint fragrance and a hidden murderous intention.

"If you say kill three times, you will kill us. It also depends on whether you have such ability." He said indifferently without showing his true body.

Tang Chen was speechless, his left eye had a golden pupil, like immortal golden light, and his right eye had a purple pupil, like a living unicorn.

The imperial power appears, shaking the heavens and the earth, causing mountains and rivers to flow backwards.

The shadow of the emperor stands tall in the sky and the earth.

The empress is brave and beautiful, holding the Human Emperor Sword.

"Emperor Fist!" Tang Chen shouted.

He waved out his fist, and the purple golden fairy light was as vast as the sea, stirring the sky, as if it was going to shatter the sky and shake the avenue.

Only at this moment did Palace Master Yizhu realize how terrifying Tang Chen was. He felt chills all over his body. He didn't dare to be too embarrassed anymore and said deeply: "World Flower Wanshu!"

All things grow on the earth, and their shapes are flowers.

Within a thousand miles, the entire world was filled with flowers, and the gorgeous and misty fairy light shone across the nine heavens and ten earth, striking towards Tang Chen.

Boom...

Thousands of flowers withered and scattered around, looking sad and hazy.

But Tang Chen's angry fist was as powerful as a broken bamboo, crushing everything in front of him.

The sea of ​​flowers of Palace Master Yi Zhu dissipated completely, revealing his true form.

He is extremely beautiful, even more beautiful than the beauty in the painting, but he is born as a man.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, which was so bright and beautiful that many men felt excited when they saw it.

"It turns out he's a human monster. No wonder he speaks in a weird and yin-yang way. He has no roots." Tang Chen sneered.

Palace Master Yi Zhu's eyes flashed coldly, and he said coldly: "The flower from the other side of the underworld!"

A faint light lingered on his palm, and a flower from the other side, irrigated by the water of the underworld, appeared.

The bright red is like blood condensed, containing the fluctuations of the present and the past.

The flower on the other side of the underworld blooms with a strange light, and the immortal power it contains even the mid-level Xuanxian dare not touch at will.

Wherever the power passed, the vegetation withered and the earth withered, as if its life had been taken away.

"The Lament of Time."

Time runes emerged from Tang Chen's supreme bones, and he clenched his fingers to control the sky, blasting out violently.

The world sighed, time passed quietly like a white horse, and two different forces of time intertwined in the void.

The space sometimes collapses and sometimes condenses.

The spreading wisps of fluctuations caused some good people to turn into old men on the spot, lose their teeth and die.

Click!

There are cracks on the surface of the Underworld Flower, like runes of time that cannot withstand the Supreme Bone.

The Yi Zhu Palace Master's pupils shrank, and as soon as he raised his head, he saw a pure white giant hand that was like Fuzu's wrath, slapping him so that his flesh and blood spattered, and he fell to the ground.

"The Master of Yishu Palace was defeated!?"

"The Palace Master of the Wanhua Holy See is a top existence in a certain domain. He claims to be able to control the domain master. How could he..."

"Supreme Bones, Imperial Power, Mysterious Immortal Weapons, this man has endless treasures and martial arts."

In the mountains and forests, exclamations rose and fell.

The ancient demon spirit talisman appeared between Tang Chen's brows, and the palms of his palms were as warm as jade. With a slight tremor, he looked down at the Yi Zhu Palace Master in the hole and said contemptuously: "Death."

He raised his pure white giant hand, and fairy light bloomed, like a judgment from heaven, roaring down.

boom……

Suddenly, the mighty sword light shattered the earth, guarding the Yizhu Palace Master, rising against the sky and slashing towards the pure white giant hand.

The void struck, and both the sword light and the giant hand were annihilated.

"Death? Do you think too highly of yourself, or are you saying that your swordsmanship is better than mine?"

An indifferent and contemptuous voice sounded.

Tang Chen glanced over and saw that the person coming was Wan Jian Ancestor of Jianshan Sect.

Palace Master Yizhu's body was covered in blood, his eyes filled with evil spirits, and he said in a deep voice: "Thank you, Wan Jian."

"You're welcome. These disciples raised by Wild Fox Chan don't know the general situation. It would be better to destroy them so as not to waste their immortal energy."

Ancestor Wan Jian said with a sneer despite his white hair and unusually delicate face.

Two powerful men at the leader level take action!

Countless people are swallowing and spitting, can they still be beaten?

And there are other cult leaders who are eyeing him.

This battle is difficult!

Tang Chen raised his head and smiled, as if he was extremely disdainful of Ancestor Wanjian.

In the art of swordsmanship, he had never seen anyone more powerful than him.

"Leiwu Sword Heart!"

Ancestor Wan Jian's eyes were pregnant with thunder, and he shouted softly.

In an instant, a sword heart formed by a ray of lightning stood behind him, its appearance extremely blurry.

But it can also be seen that the ancestor of Wanjian has reached the level of Jianxin.

Upon seeing this, countless sword cultivators lowered their heads and bowed their heads.

"What kind of swordsmanship do you have? Have you ever stepped into the heart of a sword?"

Ancestor Wan Jian stood with his sword in hand and mocked.

Just when he was about to burst into laughter, Lei Wu Jian Xin became dim for some reason, and even had slight cracks.

boom……

The fairy light is warm and gentle, the clouds and cranes dance, and the beautiful figure of the fairy shadow is even more jaw-dropping.

The original sword spirit, facing the heroes, had thousands of rays on his head, and stepped on the feet of immortals. His expression and appearance were the same as Tang Chen.

The sword spirit is the final destination of countless sword hearts.

Bang!

The heart of Lei Wu's sword shattered and turned into ashes and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Everyone was shocked and naturally saw what it was.

"Sword Spirit...wow!"

The pupils of the Ten Thousand Swords Patriarch trembled, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he pointed at the original sword spirit. He was so angry that he vomited blood and roared.

The muscles on the face of the cultivator twitched. The Ten Thousand Swords Patriarch was really unlucky.

He thought that Jian Xin could crush Tang Chen, but he never thought that Tang Chen's swordsmanship was thousands of times stronger than him.

This was the first time that Tang Chen used the original sword spirit in front of the world.

"Lei Wu Jian Xin? Just a fly junior."

Tang Chen was bathed in the fairy light, with an extraordinary saintly face, and sneered.

If you really want to explain it in detail, the sword heart is not the sword spirit.

Moreover, Tang Chen's is the original sword spirit. Even if someone cultivates a sword spirit, it can't compare to him.

The Ten Thousand Swords Patriarch had a venomous look in his eyes and screamed: "Yu Jian Hao Jue!"

Lei Wu Jian Xin was reborn.

The way of the Thunder Sword, derived endless lightning sword light between heaven and earth.

Thousands, tens of thousands, endless, the sharpness of the lightning sword is going to tear apart all living things in the world.

"Rebirth on the other shore."

The Lord of Yizhu Palace was also deeply shocked, but he reacted quickly and made a seal with his hands, saying in a deep voice.

The Yellow Springs Bianhua reappeared.

The bright red brilliance seemed to lead the soul to death, covering Tang Chen.

The leader attacked together, invincible in the world!

Tang Chen raised the black Xuanxian sword in his hand and waved it calmly.

The original sword spirit did the same action.

Boom...

One sword, the world is broken!

The Yellow Springs Bianhua shattered.

The thunder sword dissipated.

The bodies of the Lord of Yizhu Palace and the Ancestor of Wanjian were stripped of their flesh and blood alive, and their miserable screams spread.

If it weren't for the Xuanxian God Realm providing the majestic immortal power, they would have been dead souls under the sword.

The whole audience was silent.

Many people's jaws dropped at once.

A Xuanwei Jinxian almost killed the two leader masters with one sword!

Too... too against the sky!

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Author's words:

Brothers, I caught a cold today, a very bad gastrointestinal cold. I basically lived in the toilet all day. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and went to see a doctor. If I can come back smoothly before 8 o'clock, I will continue to update. If there is no update after 8 o'clock, then today will be two updates. I will find time to make up for the missing ones. I am very sorry~