Amidst the wild laughter, Nangong Zhiyuan had already swung his sword.
The sword light passed by like a rainbow across the sky.
In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and the sun and the moon became dark. It was said to be a sword, but the whole world seemed to be shrouded in the power of this sword.
Although everyone around him had already retreated to make way for a large space before he took action, at this moment, feeling the majestic sword power, they were still trembling with fear, as if their souls were about to be overwhelmed by the sword power. Crush into pieces.
"Be careful!" Someone couldn't help but shout loudly, looking at Mo Tianchen with sympathy.
It can be seen that Nangong Zhiyuan's cultivation level has indeed reached the middle stage of transcending the tribulation as they guessed, but his sword far exceeded his cultivation level.
Not to mention the monks of the same level, even the strong ones in the later stages of Tribulation would probably have a hard time taking his sword.
This is the sword skill of Wuji Immortal Palace and also the confidence of Wuji Immortal Palace.
Mo Tianchen's cultivation level may not be any worse than Nangong Zhiyuan's, and it would be enough to bully a family of demon cultivators like the Pang family, but in terms of sword skills and background, how can he be compared with Wuji Immortal Palace.
If he had behaved more modestly before, Nangong Zhiyuan might have been merciful, but if he said such big words, how could Nangong Zhiyuan be polite to him?
It's over, Mo Tianchen is done.
Even if he doesn't die, he will definitely be seriously injured and his cultivation will be completely ruined.
Everyone felt sad when they thought that Tiancang Continent had finally produced such a powerful person who could overcome the tribulation, and that it would be destroyed in front of them so soon.
Closer, closer. Seeing the sword slashing down in the air, getting closer and closer to Mo Tianchen, some people even wanted to turn away, unable to bear to see what happened next.
But at this moment, a scene that shocked everyone happened.
A strange light flashed through, and Mo Tianchen's originally clear and elegant figure suddenly grew taller in the wind.
In just the blink of an eye, a figure as huge as a mountain appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
He raised his palm and slapped it down hard.
"Boom!" In the earth-shattering sound, Nangong Zhiyuan's sword that seemed to be able to split the world was shattered into pieces by his palm.
Even the ancient long sword in his hand split quickly, turning into fragments and falling to the ground with a crisp cracking sound.
Nangong Zhiyuan held the bare hilt of the sword in his hand and was stunned.
How is this possible, how is this possible? He is a strong man in the middle stage of transcending the tribulation, and the sword skills he uses are even more unique to Wuji Immortal Palace.
He believed that even if he faced a strong man at the peak of his tribulation, he would be able to fight.
But today, the sword he was most proud of was shattered by someone's palm... Looking up at that majestic figure, Nangong Zhiyuan's mind went blank for a brief moment.
"Brother, retreat quickly." Pang Henian shouted.
Although he had already guessed that Mo Tianchen's strength was not that simple, he did not expect that he would be so strong.
Seeing Nangong Zhiyuan's tragic defeat with one sword, his heart suddenly rose to his throat.
He wanted to rescue him, but even Nangong Zhiyuan was so vulnerable in front of Mo Tianchen. What could he do to save him?
Nangong Zhiyuan finally came to his senses and hurriedly retreated.
But it was too late. Although his movements were not slow, Mo Tianchen's palm came faster.
"Bang!" There was another muffled sound, and Nangong Zhiyuan flew away like a kite with its string broken.
It flew hundreds of feet away before hitting the ground like a meteor.
Everyone was dumbfounded, even the Wuji Immortal Palace disciples who came with Nangong Zhiyuan were no exception.
The close disciple of the great elder of Wuji Immortal Palace, a strong man in the middle stage of transcending the tribulation, was just slapped away by someone... Is this what you said about people outside the world?
Well, the way Nangong Zhiyuan flew out just now, he really looked like a fairy from heaven. It's just that other people's flying immortals flew from far away to near, but he, the flying immortal from outside the sky, flew from near to far.
It was only then that they realized that Mo Tianchen was right. In front of him, Nangong Zhiyuan really only had one chance to make a move.
Looking up at the giant iron-eating beast in front of them, which was as tall as a mountain, everyone gasped, and the disciples of Wuji Immortal Palace were so scared that their hands and feet were numb.
There is no shortage of strong men and demon cultivators in Wuji Immortal Palace, but such a powerful demon cultivator is something they have never heard of or seen.
Of course, there is nothing surprising to Yuwen Dingtian and others. Nangong Zhiyuan's strength is good, but no matter how good it is, it can't compare to Ji Li, the leader of the eight demon kings.
Even if Ji Li had just been resurrected and his strength was far from reaching its peak, it would still be beyond the reach of a disciple of Wuji Immortal Palace like him.
Even Ji Li was beaten to pieces by Mo Tianchen's palm, let alone Nangong Zhiyuan.
Looking at Nangong Zhiyuan, who was hit hard on the ground in the distance and vomited blood, Yu Wen Dingtian and others had pity on their faces.
"Senior Mo, my brother-in-law is just confused for a moment. I hope that Senior Mo will have more and don't argue with him." Pang Henian came to Mo Tianchen and saluted nervously and worriedly.
Nangong Zhiyuan was obviously seriously injured. If Mo Tianchen added another palm at this moment...it wouldn't be a single palm, he could be crushed to death with just one finger.
"I said one sword, then this is the only sword." Mo Tianchen said, turning into a human form, but he didn't even look at Nangong Zhiyuan.
In the past, who would have dared to believe that someone in the world of cultivation would dare to have such contempt for the people of Wuji Immortal Palace.
But now, everyone has to admit that he does have the qualifications to despise Nangong Zhiyuan, and he even has the confidence to despise Nangong Zhiyuan.
"Senior Mo is so magnanimous, and I can't thank you enough. What happened today was all because of me, and I apologize to you on behalf of my uncle." Pang Henian said gratefully, finally feeling relieved.
"How dare you hurt my Wuji Immortal Palace disciples!" An old man suddenly roared at the gate of Wuji Immortal Palace.
The old man was short in stature and had a thin face. He was dressed in a white robe that looked a bit like an immortal. But at this time, his face was full of anger, and his hair and beard were spread out, but it added a bit of majesty.
"Great Elder, Great Elder!" Hearing his voice, the group of Wuji Immortal Palace disciples were all shocked. They quickly turned around and bowed towards the mountain gate.
"Disciple pays homage to Master." Nangong Zhiyuan also vomited blood and fell to his knees.
Seeing this, everyone present was shocked.
I thought that today's matter would end here. Even if Nangong Zhiyuan was unwilling or unconvinced, he could only stop playing.
Unexpectedly, Nangong Zhiyuan's master jumped out again.
Judging from the menacing look on this old man's face, I'm afraid it's going to be very difficult to get things right today.
"Trash, I, Wuji Immortal Palace, have all disgraced you." A figure flashed in front of him, and the Great Elder of Wuji Immortal Palace had already arrived in front of Nangong Zhiyuan, scolding him with an angry look on his face.
