Result...
In front of him.
A shadow of a Divine Soul glanced at him, as if deprived of everything—True Qi, Life Force, Martial Arts.
This… this… this is too terrifying.
How is it possible?
"You…"
At the same moment, it was Ming Heng, who reacted quickly, and the sudden change made him respond correctly in the first instant, which was to take action and fight Ye Tian.
He absolutely cannot let Ye Tian's sword strike Ming Jie.
Otherwise.
Everything would be over.
"Netherworld Blade!"
Ming Heng's hands trembled, moving faster than the eye could see, with hands in hand, the Netherworld Fire flowed, Sword Intent shook the world, resounding for ninety thousand miles, the cold light accompanied the fire, the Sword Technique boiled, as if endless volcanoes exploded in an instant.
The Sword Light moves!!!!!!
Soundless and silent.
Extreme speed and radiance.
Extreme destruction and the sharpness of Sword Intent.
Slash!
"Space Isolation!"
"Spatial Exile!"
"Space Tear!"
