Witch Clan Sacred Land, in front of the central altar, Ning Chen appeared, returning to the Wu clan after several years.
In the past, Blood Moon Ancient Battlefield were the dazzling young geniuses, but now they meet each other, but their identities are different.
On the altar, Tian Xin looked at the young man in black in front of him with a complicated expression.
In just a few years, the famous Primeval Demonic Realm Thirteenth Prince can already stand in front of her.
"The Witch Queen of our clan Zijing died in your hands." Tian Xin sighed softly.
"On the battlefield, the sword has no eyes."
There was no shame on Ning Chen's face, and he said calmly, "If Miss Tian Xin wants to seek justice for Zijing, the Witch Queen, I will accompany you."
"We meet on the battlefield, life and death are fateful. Your Highness is not at fault. However, since we met Blood Moon Ancient Battlefield, I have always wanted to have a discussion with Your Highness. I wonder if Your Highness can give me some advice?" Tian Xin said seriously.
"There is always some chance of winning in martial arts. Since Miss Tian Xin cannot choose the future path of the Wu clan, it is better to bet on the outcome of this battle." Ning Chen said calmly.
"How to bet?" Tian Xin asked seriously.
"Ten moves, Tian Xin girl can't win. The Witch Clan will no longer interfere in the battle between the two realms." Ning Chen said in a deep voice.
"Ten moves?"
Tian Xin Hearing this, he frowned slightly and said, "Your Highness is very confident."
The gap between the King Realm and the Imperial Way is far beyond imagination. Not to mention ten moves, even three moves are insurmountable limits.
"Only when you have strength can you have confidence." Ning Chen said without any humility.
"Please show your confidence."
Tian Xin raised his hand, his expression gradually turned cold, and said.
Ning Chen stepped forward, reaching the sky one step at a time, directly onto the central altar symbolizing the witch clan Imperial Authority.
On the central altar, the king and the emperor looked at each other, Demonic Qi, the holy light was lingering, and the war was about to break out.
"Please!"
The word "please" fell, Tian Xin raised his palms gently, the golden light shone brightly, the purest and most holy.
The supreme Imperial Might permeates thousands of miles, and the war is about to begin, sealing off all the secrets around it.
Ahead, Ning Chen holds his right hand empty, Ghost Sword takes over, and the power of the sword reaches the sky.
A sword lifted up into the sky, and the Divine Sword slashed down with force. It was an astonishing scene. The sword light broke through the endless holy power and slashed towards the Emperor of the Witch Clan in front.
"Huh?"
Tian Xin stared, turned his delicate hands slightly, and his body of flesh and blood could withstand the power of the divine weapon.
The palms of the swords collided, and the undercurrent of the waves shook violently, destroying everything in the world around them.
The changing scene, the world quickly dimmed, and all the brilliance was swallowed up.
The first move, Ghost Sword beats Imperial Might, the situation is evenly divided, it is difficult to judge the winner.
On the central altar, Tian Xin looked at the nine Giant Dragon in the fierce wind and waves in front of him, his expression slightly condensed.
It turns out that this is his trump card that can compete with Huangdao.
Qihuang Secret Art, the Qihuang clan's strongest weapon against the world. In its heyday, it could defeat the kings of hundreds of clans.
"With such achievements, Thirteenth Prince, you are the most special opponent I have ever seen. I will not hold back anymore."
As soon as the words fell, the golden brilliance bloomed in Tian Xin's eyes, and the incomparably powerful Imperial Might rose up, shocking the wind and clouds thousands of miles away.
The emperor took action, and in the void, the holy light gathered, and the twelve great witches appeared, and the supreme holy power swept over Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
In front, Ning Chen stood quietly, looking at the twelve great witches in the sky. The divine sword in his hand turned and struck the ground. Thousands of swords rose into the sky, shaking the emperor's vision.
Extreme Dao, Emperor Dao, two powerful forces impacted, the terrifying aftermath shook, and thousands of swords collapsed in response.
Imperial Might Endless, the twelve great witches shook the heaven and earth, the imperial vision suppressed, and all laws were scattered.
Ning Chen looked down, pointed at Condensing Essence, and urged Sword Intent for another three minutes.
The most powerful sword, with its dazzling brilliance, the endless sword pressure spread, once again blocking the twelve great witches.
Sword Twelve appeared in the world, and the infinite sword, as bright as a star, crashed into the imperial vision.
"Boom!"
A violent vibration sounded, and the two poles collided. During the battle, Ning Chen stepped back half a step, and his blood surged violently.
"Lin!"
Ning Chen shouted, behind him, Demonic Qi gathered, and the huge word "Lin" appeared, suppressing the surging blood in the body.
"Wind-Forest Secret Art!"
Seeing this, Tian Xin narrowed his eyes slightly, Heavenly Demon Royal Clan's Feng Lin Forbidden Technique, this Thirteenth Prince actually mastered this method.
"Qihuang Secret Art, Feng Lin's forbidden technique, Thirteenth Prince, how many trump cards do you have?"
Tian Xin raised his hand, tapped his fingers, and a dazzling golden light shot out of the sky. The unprecedented horror Imperial Might directly tore the void, suppressing the fate in front of him.
"Mountain!"
Ning Chen stepped forward, and behind him, the word "Lin" changed, and the secret technique of the word "" appeared in the world, motionless as a mountain, blocking the golden light of the imperial way.
Shocking Imperial Might, the secret technique of the mountain word collapsed in response, Ning Chen surged around Demonic Qi, thousands of threads intertwined, Sacred Imperial Law appeared, blocking the divine power of the emperor again.
The golden light impacted, and thousands of Demonic Threads collapsed. The remaining energy impacted, and Ning Chen stepped back half a step.
Bits and pieces of blood dyed the clothes red, Ning Chen stepped on his feet, and with the blessing of the secret technique of the word wind, the figure instantly swept out.
Switching between offense and defense, Ning Chen takes the initiative and activates the fire-character secret technique, attacking like fire.
A punch struck, demonic fire struck the sky, and numerous attacks accumulated, breaking through the king realm, and Imperial Might loomed.
"Boom!"
The attack came close, Tian Xin's face darkened, and he raised his slender hand to block Demonic Might.
One attack after another, constantly attacking the emperor's protective holy light, Imperial Might is endless and indestructible.
"Drink!"
With a deep shout, Ning Chen took another step, Demonic Qi surged all over his body, Soaring Swan Art urged Extreme Dao's force, Ghost Sword cut down, and opened Yellow Springs with one sword.
"Your sword has transcended the realm of kings."
Tian Xin turned his left hand slightly and blocked the sword of extreme martial arts with a bang.
Jianwei and Imperial Might, the two ultimate forces collided again. The supreme Imperial Might suppressed the sword power, and Sword Qi was scattered throughout the sky.
Sword Qi dissipated, but before Imperial Might was finished, a palm print was placed on Zhiming's chest.
"Roar!"
The crisis is coming, and all around Ning Chen, Kowloon roars to protect its master.
Qihuang Secret Art blocked Imperial Might, and Kowloon collapsed. The violent Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy shook, and Knowing Fate Demonic Body was knocked back with a thump.
Strong, too strong to be shaken, and the imperial way is too strong to be stopped by manpower.
At the edge of the central altar, Ning Chen stabilized his figure, raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the fighting spirit in his eyes remained undiminished.
It's been a long time since I had such a fun battle.
"Have you reached your limit? Thirteenth Prince, your strength impresses me, but it's still not enough." Tian Xin said.
The ten moves have exceeded the limit of the King Realm. How can it be so easy to defeat the Immortal in reverse?
"My sword has no limits."
Ning Chen responded calmly, all the power around him dispersed, and he returned to his original nature, with only one sword.
All laws dissipated, Sword Intent soared into the sky, thousands of miles around, all things were in rhythm, one after another Sword Qi soared into the sky, no beginning, no end, endless.
Ahead, Tian Xin looked serious when he saw this.
He is different now.
Is this his sword?
In the silent sword world, the world is changing, and only the sword fills every corner.
"Great Sword Realm"
"Sword Emperor!"
The sword of Extreme Dao transcends all laws. The figure of Ning Chen rises slowly, with black hair dancing wildly, like an emperor in the sword, unstoppable.
With one swing of the sword, the sword world collapsed, the endless Sword Qi gathered into one, and the sword shined Nine Heavens.
The sword light fell, and the unprecedented threat was suppressed. Tian Xin's expression condensed, his hands came together, and he suddenly took the sword of Extreme Dao.
Bang, bang, bang, with the impact of the sword, Tian Xin stepped back three steps in a row. The central altar beneath him could no longer bear the terrifying power and collapsed with a sound.
The lotus step landed, and the battle was decided. Tian Xin's eyes changed slightly, and after a moment, he sighed softly in his heart.
Heaven's Will!
In the void, Ning Chen Sword Intent scattered around, and the figure fell from the sky. He looked at the Emperor of the Witch Clan in front of him and said, "Process."
"Thirteenth Prince, I hope my choice today is not wrong." Tian Xin said with a complicated expression.
At this moment, a demonic cloud swept across the distance, and the extremely powerful Imperial Might reappeared, approaching quickly.
"He's coming, you go."
Tian Xin felt this, his face darkened, and he reminded.
"See you later."
Ning Chen nodded and continued walking towards the north.
Not long after Zhi Ming left, the magic sun hovered over the central altar. In the huge magic sun, Seven Luminaries Demonic Emperor walked out, looking at the central altar below that was destroyed by the war, his expression condensed.
"Witch Emperor, why didn't you keep him?" Seven Luminaries Demonic Emperor said in a deep voice.
"Can't the Demon King see it?"
Tian Xin said calmly, "It's not that I don't want to stay, but that I can't stay. I would like to sincerely remind you that if Heavenly Demon Royal Clan continues to let things go and let this son grow up, I am afraid that even if the Demon Emperor takes action himself, he will not be able to keep him."
Seven Luminaries Demonic Emperor looked extremely ugly when he heard this, and said in a cold voice, "Witch Emperor, I have written down what you said. See you later."
As soon as he finished speaking, Seven Luminaries Demonic Emperor surged around Demonic Qi, and his figure merged into the void and disappeared.
In the north, at the end of the Northern Continent, in the sky full of ice and snow, Ning Chen is coming. It is an extremely cold place, and it is extremely cold.
"Thirteenth Son, where are you running away to?"
From behind, the voice of Seven Luminaries Demonic Emperor sounded, approaching quickly.
Ning Chen snorted coldly and continued walking forward without stopping.
In the far north, on the top of the mountain, Ning Chen stepped forward, looking at the sky-high peaks around him, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
If destroying this place can cause some trouble for the Heavenly Demon Clan, he would be happy to do so.
Ning Chen holds the sword, Sword Intent rises up, cuts the sky with a sword, and falls suddenly.
The sword cut through the air, Sword Qi thirty thousand feet, and the extremely dazzling sword directly slashed to the distant peak.
"Boom!"
Sword Qi On the Sky-Breaking Peak, the entire northern world shook violently. After a few breaths, an unusually powerful palm force shot through the air and blasted towards Zhi Ming in the distance.
On the top of the mountain, Ning Chen looked back, slashed with his sword, and met the emperor's palm.
"Boom!"
Twin Demons started the battle, which was extremely powerful in the world. Pressed down by the astonishing residual power, one mountain after another collapsed, rocks splashed and fell from the void.
Several large peaks collapsed, but the world was surprisingly calm, and there was no more drastic change in the world shaking.
Ning Chen stared and understood instantly.
Not all Sky-Pillar Peak here is true.
It seems that Farthest East's lesson made the monarch of the Heavenly Demon Royal Clan prepared.
"Thirteenth Son, I will take your life from you!"
Above the sky, the figure of Seven Luminaries Demonic Emperor descended, and the extremely powerful Demonic Might filled the air, making it difficult to breathe.
"Seven Luminaries Demonic Emperor, I said you can't kill me. It was the same then and it's the same today."
Ning Chen waved his sword, the fighting spirit in his eyes became more intense, and he said coldly.