Imdiately, he mobilized his strongest power and began to defend.
But....
The world remained calm, with no disturbance occurring.
Even Nangong Lie instinctively felt doubt; could the feeling just now have been mistaken?
A light breeze brushed the hair, and in the tranquil void, threads of extre sharpness rode the wind, landing on the bodies of those dozens of figures.
In every direction, the dozens of avatars gathered by Nangong Lie began to shatter at this mont, from top to bottom, from inside out, wrapped in sharp energy.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
One after another, dozens of figures exploded into blood mist at this mont.
This was not because Chen Yuan’s actions were subtle, but because his control over the Void Primordial Energy had reached a terrifying level, able to control each wisp of sword light.
This is to return to simplicity.
Of course, Chen Yuan had not truly reached that level nowadays, but he was gradually transforming towards that tier.
When the phantoms in the void had all exploded, Nangong Lie’s true body was also exposed, and then, all the sharp energy condensed into one.
It directly bombarded Nangong Lie.
"Boom!!!"
The powerful roar resounded again.
Chen Yuan didn’t need to find his true body; he only needed to destroy all the avatars, and what remained was Nangong Lie’s true body.
Strong power fell on Nangong Lie. Even though his cultivation was powerful, his physique had reached the Divine Power Realm, but facing Chen Yuan’s full-force strike, it was still not enough.
Nangong Lie’s body retreated over a thousand zhang amidst repeated explosions, and the royal robe on him was shattered, sinister blood marks covering his whole body.
The aura around him also began to gradually decline at this mont.
The disheveled Prince Zhen Nan no longer showed the previous arrogance and confidence, and when he lifted his head, what filled his eyes was deep powerlessness and despair!
...
...
The clash between Chen Yuan and Nangong Lie was almost the most massive commotion in the whole scene, but the other battlefields actually had quite a bit of movent as well.
Jiang He’s confrontation with the Bull Demon Saint, from the beginning, occupied a significant upper hand, as sharp Sword Qi easily cut through its powerful physique.
It could be foreseen that victory and defeat would be determined before long.
Back when Jiang He and the Bull Demon Saint fought, it almost required exhausting all efforts to barely contend, but now, a massive transformation has taken place.
Jiang He’s growth is visible to the naked eye, his talent comparable to the level of Moluo, although not as extre as Chen Yuan.
But it is definitely rare in the world.
If Chen Yuan hadn’t stolen the spotlight, it’s entirely conceivable that Jiang He’s glory and prestige would far surpass today’s level.
"Moo!"
The Bull Demon Saint roared continuously, the demon bull’s true form kept expanding, terrifying blood Qi roaring, his eyes completely turning blood red.
The multitude of blood-scabbed wounds on his body aroused the fiercest killing intent.
With pounding hooves, the hundreds of zhang-sized Bull Demon’s body seed like a mountain, rolling Demon Energy swept the heavens and earth, rushing directly toward Jiang He with overwhelming montum.
Yet Jiang He’s gaze rely slightly tightened; he didn’t dodge or evade, lifting his hand, with a thought, the Exterminating Immortal Sword ford horizontally in front of him, boundless Sword Qi erupted.
Directly transforming into a Sword Qi Great Wall in front of him.
Demon Bull charging the wall!
An instant standoff!
Chu Changfeng was battered very badly by Pu Xian Bodhisattva before, nearly to the brink of death, but it wasn’t that he was weak, but Pu Xian was too strong. Nowadays, he also unleashed his most dazzling power.
Together with Qing Xu Daoist, they fully suppressed the Tianpeng Demon Saint.
The Tianpeng Demon Saint spread its wings trying to soar, yet remained indefinitely suppressed, the Golden Peng Divine Feather peeling off piece by piece toward the ground.
The strong demon body was also cut with nurous scars, the most notable of which was a peng claw smashed out by Chu Changfeng using the Divine Spear.
The Tianpeng roared in anger, the Divine Feathers on his body manifesting as streaks of sharpness sweep, yet they were effortlessly blocked by Qing Xu Daoist, a hint of heaviness flashing in his eyes.
His strength wasn’t that high, or else he wouldn’t have been directly severed of a claw by Chen Yuan back then; even alone, he could still stalemate him, not to ntion two people working together.
As ti gradually passed, the injuries on the Tianpeng Demon Saint were also becoming heavier and heavier.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Roar!!!"
The Tongbei Demon Saint continuously swung fists the size of mountains, pounding in the void, being dispersed by powerful Sword Qi, and the initiative was never in his hands from beginning to end.
Ling Xu Daoist, ranked among the top ten on the Heavenly List, his strength beyond question, even facing the Savior Bodhisattva of Spirit Mountain, could suppress with the Slaughter Immortal Sword.
Let alone the inferior Tongbei Demon Saint.
Even as the Tongbei Demon Saint roared with fury, it was to no avail, more like a powerless furious rage, each strike, each punch, yielded no accomplishnts, whereas he was continually severely injured.
If it wasn’t for his strong physique and abundant Blood Qi, replacing with the Tianpeng Demon Saint, he would have definitely perished on the spot.
Ling Xu Daoist maintained a calm deanor, neither hurried nor slow, as if toying, rely matching move to move, continually repelling the Tongbei Demon Saint’s attacks, without even greatly changing position.
Not displaying the speed a Sword Immortal should possess.
"Devil, you are far inferior to that monkey from Spirit Mountain...." Ling Xu Daoist said casually.
The Tongbei Demon Saint was even more infuriated, gathering all his strength, wanting to use Demon Energy to restrain Ling Xu Daoist, trying to beat this human race alive to death here.
But results were contrary to desires, the stronger his offense, the heavier Ling Xu Daoist’s attacks beca, and concurrently, his injuries were also steadily increasing.
And its extre montum, upon reaching a zenith, began to gradually decline.
"Roar!"
The colossal turtle roared mightily, exceptionally formidable, his strength.... very strong, far surpassing Zhu Huai, engaging the form-changed Mystic Heavenly Divine Spider the most.
Almost relying on brute force, ruthlessly smashing all of the Spider Demon’s tactics, with the firm spider silk before him rendered utterly useless.
Coupled with Zhu Huai’s assistance, the scales of victory had long been tipped.
The clashes in the field were actually quite substantial, but if speaking of the smallest, it was none other than the contest between Biyou Palace Sect Leader Zhao Danqing and the black-armored man.
That was not a contest at all, but.... a ga.
The black-armored man’s cultivation seed sowhat problematic, like a puppet, repeatedly attacking Zhao Danqing chanically, but achieving no effect.
Unable to even catch a shadow of Zhao Danqing.
And Zhao Danqing’s every strike landed on him.
The clash took no more than a dozen breaths, directly severing the black-armored man’s arms, dropping his intense aura directly to mundane, capable only of roars of anger.
Limitless Evil Qi spewed forth, yet the assaults all fell upon himself.
Zhao Danqing gently sighed, feeling utterly bored, extending a hand pressed down, endless pressure instantly fell upon the black-armored man, and in the next instant, he erupted into black mist.
The first fallen Yang God True Monarch had appeared!
The battlefield below was also exceptionally formidable, nearly half of Prince Zhen Nan’s soldiers, after seeing the true forms of those demons, chose to abandon fighting.
The remaining zealots could not even form a battle array, only to be scattered and slaughtered by one squad of elite cavalry after another.
And the soldiers under Chen Yuan also gradually transcended and matured in this grand battle, in ti, definitely becoming a force not inferior to Beiliang’s and Prince Zhen Nan’s armies.
Chen Yuan’s gaze surveyed the surrounding battle sites one by one, and seeing this scene, couldn’t help but curl his lips upwards in a smile.
This was not a contest, but.... a crush!
In stark contrast to Chen Yuan, was the growing despair in the eyes of Prince Zhen Nan, seemingly.... truly regretting not having strangled him at the Southern Border when he had the chance.
If not, how would today’s defeat be possible?
Though the confrontations weren’t fully decided yet, the crushing was.... still continuing!
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