The most powerful villain in fighting

Chapter 219 The big formation is broken, and there are no more spirit races!
In just a split second, Hun Tianchen's attack seemed to break through the sky, one punch was enough to cause the whole earth to tremble violently, under this punch as powerful as a god, King Ling's throat was sweet, and he spurted out blood uncontrollably. He was overturned and collapsed on the ground, unable to get up.

"Master Patriarch!!!"

Seeing that King Ling was at a disadvantage, the people of the Spirit Clan couldn't help getting anxious.

"Hehe, the spirit clan, it's over." Hun Tianchen shook his hand, staring coldly at the Spirit King who had just got up.

"Your clan protection formation will no longer be able to protect you."

"Bastard!" The King Ling let out a thunderous roar, his whole body was covered with cuts and bruises, and there was blood on his forehead, which made him look even more ferocious.

I saw the illusory old man appearing behind him again, and the two worked together to combine the two knives and waved them down towards Hun Tianchen fiercely!

The knife that was bigger than the sky slashed straight at him, Hun Tianchen was stunned, and grasped the big knife with both hands.

After a while, blood flowed from his hands.

The terrifying sense of power oppressed Hun Tianchen, his legs bent down involuntarily, the ground cracked open in an instant, and countless spider webs spread out densely.

The forces of the two sides were constantly confronting each other, and the terrifying sound of air explosion spread like ripples in mid-air.

And the big soul clan team was already far away from the battle location.

But even so, Hun Miesheng, who was at the front, couldn't help but bear the aftermath of the battle between the two sides, spurted blood wildly, and was thrown into the crowd of the soul clan fiercely, and he couldn't afford to be seriously injured.

All the strong soul clan around stared blankly at the seriously injured Hun Miesheng.

He...he is a strong man at the peak of the Six-Star Fighting Saint, and has the fighting power to rival the Seven-Star Fighting Saint!
But that's it, just accidentally suffered the aftermath of the young patriarch's battle with the Spirit King, and was directly seriously injured? ? ?

The other strong soul clans retreated thousands of miles again, watching the battle in the extreme distance with fearful eyes.

Hun Tianchen was as small as a bug under the big knife that could cover hundreds of miles, but even with such a small body, he resisted the big knife with both hands, which prevented him from hitting the ground completely.

Hun Tianchen's hands began to show blue veins, and the dragon and phoenix beside him spread their wings and danced.

click-

Cracks began to appear on the part of the sword held by Hun Tianchen, and then the whole sword began to gradually transform into an illusion.

"What?!" Ling Wang held the sword unwillingly, and could only watch helplessly as Hun Tianchen lifted it up bit by bit.

Hun Tianchen exerted force suddenly, raising the sword several hundred meters upwards, and then exerted force from his waist, sinking the whole ground down, and once again punched the sword without reservation.

In the next second, the sword shattered in an instant, leaving only the Spirit King who was still in midair.

"In the end, you are still not spared, so obediently become a member of our soul clan."

Hun Tianchen's tone was still calm, and with a wave of his sleeves, the entire spiritual world trembled, and immediately everyone was horrified to see that outside this large formation, dense blood-colored light clusters rose into the sky , and finally entered the sea of ​​blood that filled the sky, and immediately, countless shrill screams resounded throughout this world.

"It's the Yimin!"

The faces of the surviving spirit clan powerhouses all changed drastically. Among the dense light clusters, there were several frantically struggling figures. Those people turned out to be descendants of the spirit clan. When entering those seas of blood, they could see their bodies, which turned into blood in that instant, and were swallowed up in the end.

"What a vicious method! Even these descendants are not spared."

The Spirit King stared at this scene with wide eyes and clenched his fists tightly. In this spiritual world, there are at least millions of descendants, but now, these descendants will all be swallowed by Hun Tianchen!
This is, it is truly about to be wiped out!

"Hun Tianchen! Even if you die, I will drag you into the water!"

The shock outside the formation, the eyes of the Ling King were about to burst, and the vicious and crazy roar resounded throughout the world.

He once again condensed a big knife that was about the same size as before, and threw it towards Hun Tianchen.

Hun Tianchen didn't pay attention to the incompetent roar of the Spirit King. He held his palm, and a blood cell continued to condense, and immediately expanded at an extremely terrifying speed. In that blood cell, people from the Spirit Race could Clearly feel a familiar taste.

"burst!"

When the blood cell swelled to nearly a thousand feet, Hun Tianchen waved it, and the blood cell rushed out, and finally collided heavily with the flying sword.

The blood light covered the sky in an instant, and everyone's ears seemed to be temporarily deaf. Only the blood red filling the eyeballs made them understand that the destructive collision was not illusory……

"boom!"

An indescribably terrifying energy impact swept wildly from the sky. The moment the ancient sword came into contact, cracks exploded on the blade, and finally, under the madness of the bloody light, it exploded. , finally completely melted away, and the remaining destructive impact swept down and ruthlessly bombarded the formation.

"Boom!"

The big formation trembled violently under the sweeping force, and the liquid-like energy filled on it was also dissipating at an astonishing speed.

"The formation is about to break..."

Looking at the increasingly illusory large formation, the hearts of all the spirit clan members became cold. They never expected that this large formation formed by the strength of the whole clan would still be unable to resist the terrifying The presence.

In the center of the big formation, the illusory old man in coarse cloth and sackcloth who escaped from the Spirit King sighed and murmured softly as he watched this scene, wafting in everyone's ears.

"This catastrophe is still unavoidable."

With the sound of the sound falling, his figure suddenly swept out of the formation, turning into an illusory ray of light, piercing through the clouds of black flames at a speed that surpassed the speed of light, and finally entered Hun Tianchen's body.

"Oh!"

When the two collided, it was just a muffled sound that was not loud, but Hun Tianchen's body trembled violently, and then, for the first time, there were some anger fluctuations in his voice:

"Do you think you can hit me hard like this? Fantastic!"

Countless blood qi surged out of his body overwhelmingly, and immediately, a subtle sound came out, as if his soul was broken, as if he had been swallowed alive.

The sound was not loud, but the bodies of all the spirit clan members stiffened at this moment, and they could feel that something in their blood was quietly passing away.

"Ancestor!"

The seriously injured King Ling stared blankly at the sky with scarlet eyes, as if a belief was collapsing at this moment.

"Crack!"

When the people of the Spirit Race were sluggish, the big formation also trembled more and more violently, and finally, under the horrified eyes of one after another, it burst open with a click.

"The formation... is broken."

Hun Tianchen stood up, his whole body was filled with bloody aura, like an ancient demon god.

"From then on, there will be no more Spirit Race!"

(End of this chapter)