"boom!"
The majestic punch waves were like exploding stars, shaking the world.
In an instant, the entire Piaomiao Sect's ground was shaking.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Looking at the continuously blooming blood mist and the broken internal organs flying everywhere, everyone's brain went blank, and they even felt that the scene in front of them was extremely unreal...
"What's going on?"
Nangong Pinghe, Han Changqing, Li Wuwei, Xu Qinghui and others looked astonished.
Baiyue Wuzhao is dead?
The leader of the Yao Xing Sect died so suddenly?
Sikong Tianwei, the head of the Tiangu Sect, and Ji Lingjun, the head of the Black Witch Sect, were even more stunned...
What happened?
The unstoppable Baiyue Wuzhao, who was killing everyone just a second ago, just disappeared like that?
One punch!
Just one punch!
The other party was blasted into a ball of debris!
This is the strongest person in the Eastern Wasteland second only to Nangong Pinghe!
Just die?
Too fake!
So dreamy!
People from all directions watched helplessly as the blood mist continued to enlarge, until the warm blood splashed on their faces, they truly felt the instant death of a strong man!
"Boom!"
The sky thundered and dark clouds rolled.
The panic in everyone's hearts continued to expand.
Immediately afterwards, a series of majestic figures appeared in the sky above the Piaomiao Sect.
These figures are all quite young.
"Jiang Jinyue..." Huangji Sect elder Ye Cheng exclaimed excitedly: "Are you back?"
However, Nangong Pinghe, the leader of the Huangji Sect, was staring closely at the young figure leading the group.
The aura exuded by that young figure was so powerful that it was suffocating.
Han Changqing, the third elder, Yan Kexian, Zou Mian and other senior officials of the Piaomiao Sect were all shocked.
"Xiao, Master Xiao Nuo..."
Xiao Nuo?
When he heard this name, there was a huge sensation in Piao Miao Sect.
"Master Xiao Nuo is back?"
"It's really him!"
"Was it him that punched just now?"
"..."
The storm and turmoil covered the inside and outside of the mountain gate.
On the main peak, Ying Jinhuan's face showed deep surprise.
He is back!
He is back from the Immortal Vault Holy Land!
Chi Lianshan, the top disciple of Tiangu Sect, Ji Su from Black Witch Sect, and Di Langxing from Yao Xing Sect also looked shocked.
What shocked them was not the appearance of Xiao Nuo, Jiang Jinyue and others.
It was the scene where Baiyue Wuzhao was killed with a punch just now.
Is this how powerful one must be to be able to instantly kill Baiyue Wuzhao, the second strongest man in Donghuang, with one punch?
in the void,
Xiao Nuo looked at the intruders below with an indifferent expression.
He then pointed at Sikong Tianwei, the head of the Tiangu Sect, and Ji Lingjun, the head of the Black Witch Cult.
"I'll give you a chance, three counts of time... to escape... If you can escape, I will spare your life!"
Everyone's hearts tightened.
Sikong Tianwei and Ji Lingjun paused for a moment, then turned around suddenly and fled towards the mountain gate of Piaomiao Sect.
"Walk!"
"Let's go!"
same.
Everyone from the Tiangu Sect, the Black Witch Cult, and the Demon Xing Sect were all panicked.
Especially for the Yao Xing Sect, the death of Baiyue Wuzhao was so frightening that their courage was shattered.
"Let's go!"
"Leave quickly!"
"..."
The people from the three parties who reacted scrambled to escape.
Xiao Nuo counted slowly.
"three!"
"two!"
"..."
"one!"
At the moment when the last number fell,
"Qiang!"
A sword roar echoed across the battlefield.
Everyone's heartstrings suddenly tightened.
I saw the Sky Burial Sword glowing in Xiao Nuo's hand.
"Seven styles of sky burial, ruthless sword burial, and blood-stained paintings!"
A sword stains the heaven and earth with frost, and the boundless sword intention shakes the world.
In an instant, a terrifying vast sword intent imprisoned the Piaomiao Sect's battlefield.
The people from the three parties who were escaping felt that the surrounding space was at a standstill.
"This is?" Sikong Tianwei's expression changed drastically.
Ji Lingjun's face was also pale: "I can't move..."
The next second, endless sword light filled the world.
Immediately, the sky was filled with sword light, crisscrossing and crisscrossing.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!"
The magnificent and unparalleled sword light is like the intertwining phantoms of silk and satin, and it is also like the star-marked light blade tearing apart the sky.
One sword after another, killing one figure after another;
"ah!"
"hiss!"
Blood flew and screams continued;
The buried sword is ruthless and blood-stained like a picture!
At this moment, the entire Piaomiao Sect inside and outside directly turned into a bloody world;
Sikong Tianwei, the leader of Tiangu Sect, was decapitated by a sword energy in extreme panic;
Ji Lingjun, the leader of the Black Witch Cult, screamed and was strangled to pieces by several sword energies;
No one can resist!
No one can escape!
One after another, like the sharp swords of Xingtian, the sword light crisscrosses the sky and the earth, interweaves the world, and harvests the lives of thousands of people...
Chi Lianshan, Di Langxing, and Ji Su, who had just joined forces to target Ying Jinhuan, fell into endless fear.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I was wrong!"
"I don't dare anymore."
"Spare, spare my life!"
"ah!"
"..."
There is no chance to beg for mercy, and no qualification to regret;
The three of them were also cut into pieces by the sword energy of the Sky Burial Sword.
With the power of a sword, the world was washed with blood;
Looking at the blood-stained world, everyone was stunned.
Nangong Pinghe, Li Wuwei, Xu Qinghui, Suru, and the leader of the Piaomiao Sect, Han Changqing... were all dumbfounded.
Such a scene cannot even be dreamed of.
"Sky Burial Sword Technique..." Han Changqing clenched his hands into fists. He looked at Xiao Nuo with eyes full of disbelief: "It is the seventh form of "Sky Burial Sword Technique"!"
The three elders, Yan Kexian, Zou Mian, and Ying Jinhuan who were on the main peak were all frightened.
The seventh form of the "Sky Burial Sword Art" appeared in front of them for the first time.
You know, except for Luo Feng, the first generation leader of the Piaomiao Sect, no one can perform this last move.
Even the master of the Nirvana Hall of the previous generation had only reached the fifth form.
Now, the seventh style's grace has shocked all the strong men in the Eastern Wasteland.
"It's too heaven-defying!" Yan Kexian said in a deep voice: "Is this the true power of the "Sky Burial Sword Art"?"
Zou Mian couldn't help but nod: "I finally witnessed the elegance of this last move."
The power of one sword can kill tens of thousands of people. From the enemy's powerful people to the most ordinary disciples, they are all treated equally under Xiao Nuo's sword.
The three promised numbers were not the opportunities Xiao Nuo gave them.
Rather, the countdown to death!
Inside the Piaomiao Sect, blood filled the air, and the heaven and earth seemed to be dyed into a painting with blood;
Outside the sect, the enemies who had not yet had time to attack were fleeing.
Xiao Nuo stood tall in the sky and said sternly: "Piao Miao Sect disciples obey the order, all intruders will be slaughtered without leaving a single one behind!"
Everyone in the Piaomiao Sect was shocked, and at the same time, their eyes were filled with exciting fighting spirit.
"Yes, Lord Xiao Nuo!"
Immediately, the disciples of the Piaomiao Sect began to pursue the defeated generals. A bloody massacre spread out with the Piaomiao Sect as the center...
