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With a saint-level power, the power of the Three Swordsman is naturally different from what it was before.
Mr. Nie waved the Holy Staff of Meditation upwards, and a cyan wood-attribute power rushed out, condensing into the virtual image of a towering ancient tree.
"Wow."
That is the shadow of the sacred tree of meditation that has been around for thousands of years. It carries a force of life, tenacity, and destruction. It makes the entire space vibrate slightly, forming circles of ripples.
That¡¯s right.
It is indeed the space that is vibrating.
The power of the saint is so powerful that it can break the rules of heaven and earth, and naturally it can affect the stability of space to a certain extent.
The power of the saint is so powerful that it can even shatter space.
The reason why Mr. Nie mobilized all his strength to cause the space to fluctuate slightly was actually to suppress Zhang Ruochen's space power.
Once the space is not stable enough, even the descendants of time and space will have difficulty controlling the power of space. If you use it forcefully, you may hurt yourself.
With a "boom", Jingxin's holy staff collided with Shen Yuan's ancient sword.
The virtual image of the towering holy tree shattered all the sword energy. Mr. Nie and Zhang Ruochen stepped back at the same time, opening a distance of more than ten miles.
Mr. Nie twirled his beard and said with a smile: "Zhang Ruochen, this saint suppresses your space power, how much more combat power can you exert? Young man, you can't guess the power of the saint."
"Wow."
Mr. Nie grabbed the Holy Staff of Meditation and shook it violently. The shadow of the huge Holy Tree swayed, causing the space within a radius of ten miles to vibrate slightly again.
The shadow of the huge holy tree brought with it a deafening sound of wind and thunder, like a blue divine cloud, pressing down and completely covering Zhang Ruochen.
The Holy Staff of Meditation is a treasure in the "Hundred Patterns Sacred Artifact Manual", and its explosive power is comparable to that of a Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifact. A saint controls such a powerful weapon, and the power it unleashes is enough to obliterate all living creatures within dozens of miles.
Yao Ji glanced in the direction of Zhang Ruochen with a worried expression. Mr. Nie's cultivation was much stronger than she imagined.
"Zhang Ruochen, you must hold on longer. As long as I suppress the four Holy War Bone Kings first, the balance of victory will be reversed."
Yao Ji accelerated her attack speed and used a holy technique to hit a Holy War Bone King, causing it to sink into the ground. A small part of the holy bones on her body melted, making it impossible to continue fighting.
The four Holy War Bone Kings are all puppets made from the bones of saints. Talismans and inscriptions can be used to control them.
Although they only have 10% to 50% of the combat power of true saints, they are quite difficult to deal with, and ordinary attack methods cannot destroy them at all.
Now, Yao Ji is very anxious. If Zhang Ruochen cannot resist Mr. Nie's attack and falls down first, then her situation will become quite dangerous.
Facing the attack from the phantom of the holy tree, Zhang Ruochen seemed particularly calm. He used the Eye of the Divine Seal to observe the locations where the space shock was the slightest.
With a movement of his body, Zhang Ruochen performed spatial movement, changing his position seven times in a row, each time stepping on the weakest point in the space vibration.
When changing directions for the sixth time, Zhang Ruochen passed through the shadow of the holy tree and appeared above Mr. Nie's head.
When changing directions for the seventh time, Zhang Ruochen passed through Mr. Nie's holy soul realm, and with a pop, a sword pierced his heart.
The bright red holy blood, burning with red flames, gushes out from Mr. Nie's heart.
Zhang Ruochen stared at Mr. Nie's old face at close range and whispered: "The power of the descendants of time and space is not something you can guess."
"Youare notcontrolled"
Mr. Nie¡¯s pupils gradually dilated, and he finally woke up. Zhang Ruochen was not controlled by Yao Ji at all and had always been awake.
Originally, Mr. Nie had warned himself that he would never make the mistake of the two saints of the Demon Sect again, and never underestimate Zhang Ruochen.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that he still underestimated Zhang Ruochen.
Actually, you can¡¯t blame Mr. Nie, everyone makes such mistakes.
Even with Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation level, facing a ninth-order semi-saint level expert and facing a junior with the first-level fish-dragon cultivation level, although he would not look down on his opponent, there must still be some differences in mentality. .
Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen noticed an extremely dangerous aura pouring out of Mr. Nie's body.Got out.
An hour away, getting closer and closer, Zhang Ruochen could already feel the power in his body slowly dissipating.
You must escape immediately and reach a safe place.
Zhang Ruochen believes that the battle just now, in which Mr. Nie and Yao Ji were severely injured one after another, is enough to deter the evil saints of the black market who are hiding in the dark, so that they do not dare to catch up.
Yao Ji stood on the bank of a stream, her buttocks were dripping with blood, and there was not even a fox tail left. As the leader of a sect and a giant in the holy realm, she was naturally a little miserable and quite embarrassed.
She looked at the direction Zhang Ruochen left, with an angry look on her charming face: "Damn you, one day, sister, I will eat your heart."
"As she spoke, Yao Ji stretched out her hand and licked her bright red lips.
At this moment, Yao Ji smelled a smell of blood, and her pretty face turned a little pale. She raised her head and found that the entire sky had turned blood red.
A mighty blood cloud flew over from above, and there was an aura in the cloud that made her feel a little scared.
That direction is exactly the direction Zhang Ruochen escaped.
"The blood king of the undead vampire clanand there is more than one."
Yao Ji immediately took out an invisibility bead and hid it. It wasn't until the blood cloud completely flew over that she walked out again and sighed: "The Blood King of the Immortal Vampire Clan must have come for the Monstrous Sword. It seems that Zhang Ruochen will not survive." Today." (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com