The vision in the sky shocked the remaining martial arts disciples, because the power was enough to destroy the entire Canglan Holy Land, and even the remaining shock wave would instantly evaporate the monks under the true spirit.
"I feel like this strength will give us a boost..."
"Are our Coach Tang Ming and Head Coach Xuan Xiaozi still there?"
Many disciples also showed little worry, because such an offensive was no longer something their level of cultivation could handle, and they only hoped that these two people could escape quickly.
"Holy Son, how do you decide?" The more senior elders around him immediately asked.
This situation is no longer within their control. As the Holy Son, Ye Yuntian must make a decision as soon as possible.
"Notify all disciples to evacuate immediately." After just a brief thought, he issued the order.
This was not because Ye Yuntian was heartless, on the contrary, he trusted the other party more, because he knew that Tang Ming could not die so easily, not to mention that there was a half-step Mahayana level monk protecting him.
Even if they went to support him, it would be of no use facing such a level of killing move.
Rather than letting these disciples die in vain, it is better to conserve their fighting power to avoid the invasion of the devil.
After hearing this, the elders around him didn't hesitate much and immediately spoke to the disciples around them.
"Retreat, retreat immediately!"
As the order was issued, the Star Destroyer immediately turned its gears and began to exert huge power.
"Boom!"
The huge Star Destroyer began to make a roaring sound, and began to gradually speed up and drive away from this dangerous place.
The central area of Canglan Holy Land.
The sword light in the sky that was enough to tear apart the space had already erupted into a roaring sound and continued to fall towards the ground.
Seeing the flash of sword light, Tang Ming also began to ask himself a question.
Along the way, why do you fight?
What mission is given by the fairy sword in his hand?
Why until now, he has not been able to truly find the path he should take.
All the problems are like mysteries, but they seem to be close at hand.
With these unanswered questions, Tang Ming rushed into the sword light without any hesitation.
The green lotus bloomed suddenly, and countless stamens formed ripples, until they merged with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to form a shield to protect the entire Canglan Holy Land.
The light of the Heaven-Destroying Sword was like a falling star at dawn, hitting the blue shield heavily.
At that moment, the light soared into the sky, coloring the entire sky again, and the earth within a hundred miles radius trembled.
Even the second-rate forces who had already left Canglan Holy Land were aware of the strange phenomenon on this day.
"Such a strong spiritual energy fluctuation can actually cause such fluctuations. Besides Zhou Gutong, there are actually people with such strength."
Many people are curious about who caused such strange phenomena.
But only Ye Yuntian was worried about Tang Ming's life and death, because he knew that even with the fairy sword at his side, an attack that could destroy a holy land was definitely not something he could bear.
As the light gradually came to an end, the peaks of the Canglan Holy Land began to break apart, and a sect that had stood for thousands of years was quietly buried in the thick soil.
"finished?"
Countless martial arts disciples looked into the distance, their eyes full of curiosity.
Because they all want to know who won, and whoever emerges from the aftermath of this battle will be remembered in history.
"Are you going to look for their traces?" The elder beside him hesitated.
The reason for their hesitation is entirely because they are afraid of the loser, Xuan Xiaozi. In this case, no one can really restrain Wan Chutian, and the disciples of the Martial Arts Holy Land will become lambs to be slaughtered.
Just when they were still considering whether to go or not, Ye Yuntian had already taken a step and fled straight towards Canglan Holy Land.
Looking at this holy son who put himself to death, several elders also frowned.
"Hurry up and follow the Holy Son, don't let him be in danger again."
The disciples who were following him hurriedly followed, not daring to show any signs of neglect, because once the Holy Son died, the Holy Land of Martial Arts would really fall into a big crisis.
At this moment in Canglan Holy Land.
A figure slowly landed on the ground. The white robe on his body was completely torn, and the spiritual energy in his body was extremely unstable. He was afraid that he would fall to the ground and pass out in the next moment.
"Ahem!"
After a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, he saw the figure clearly. He was the master of the Sword Dao Holy Land, Wan Chutian.
"Tang Ming, you have blocked the unique skill of my Sword Dao Holy Land, and you are already proud of the world. It's a pity..." At this point, Wan Chutian raised the Qiankun Fairy Sword and walked slowly away.
"It's a pity that you will die in my hands soon."
In this battle, Wan Chutian won. With his martial arts skills and the fairy sword, Tang Ming couldn't resist him at all.
Tang Ming, who was lying on the ground, had empty eyes. There was no trace of spiritual power in his body now, and the wound on his abdomen was damaged by the battle just now, and blood began to flow out.
Even the weak light of the Qinglian sword began to slowly dissipate. Apparently, the sword gradually lost its power and began to fall into a period of fatigue.
As the number one cultivator in the Holy Land of Martial Arts, he also fell into a coma because of the aftermath just now.
There is no one who can help Tang Ming now, and the current situation is already unbearable.
Wan Chutian dragged the Qiankun Fairy Sword, making constant collision sounds on the ground, like the whisper of death approaching step by step.
When looking at Tang Ming, who was already lying in a pool of blood, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Wan Chutian's mouth.
"This time, I can finally kill you and avenge my disciple!"
I saw one hand slowly raising the blade of the Qiankun Sword, and the other hand raising Tang Ming's figure.
"Do you have any last words now?"
Looking at Wan Chutian with a cold smile in front of him, Tang Ming, who was unable to move, showed a hint of indifference, "What can you change if you win?"
"From now on, the Holy Land of Sword Dao will be accused of colluding with the devil. No matter where you are, your disciples will never be able to raise their heads. You lost this battle from the beginning!"
Although Tang Ming lost, he won the recognition of countless sect forces.
Even if Wan Chutian wins, the entire sect will become a laughing stock of the righteous.
"Haha..." Wan Chutian suddenly laughed, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was so cold.
"It's okay. As long as I can break through the Mahayana realm, all the winds will change. When you die, I will burn paper money to tell you."
Tang Ming still suddenly said, "Hegemony of force will only lead to resistance. The path you are taking will never succeed. Even if I die, thousands of me will appear to stop your hegemonic rule. "
"Then we'll see, you won't be able to see me anyway!"
As the words fell, the Qiankun Fairy Sword in Wan Chutian's hand suddenly pierced Tang Ming's chest.
"laugh!"
The sword blade penetrated the chest, causing blood to continuously splash into the sword body.
"go to hell!"
Wan Chutian's cold pupils exuded endless chill.
In this battle, he finally won.
But just when he was about to pull out the sword, he found that Tang Ming was only holding the blade...
