Immortal Emperor: Reborn in the Mixed City

The fifth thousand three hundred and twenty-five chapters are far away

"God formula, wind and thunder wings!"

The face of Wanhe real person also turned dark at this time.

Terrifying fluctuations of vitality permeated these wings, and they gently fanned with it.

Swish!

A sharp and harsh sound exploded, and a circle of white air waves appeared in the sky.

This speed, even the powerhouses in the middle stage of God Transformation Realm may not be able to achieve.

But at this time, the demonic energy on the face of the real person Wanhe was billowing out, as if to offset the friction caused by the rapidity, leaving a black line as long as one mile in the air.

Behind the real person Wanhe, the black air was billowing with the wings of dark black thunder, and at this moment, the terrifying wind was whistling and ramming towards Su Yan.

In front of this violent black storm, even a thousand-meter-high cloud layer was instantly punched into a huge hole by this blow.

At the location where Su Yan was, a dark crack was split open at this time. The crack was several inches wide, and a terrifying spiritual energy was pouring into it.

The attraction of the strong attack continuously drags the surrounding creatures and the air toward it, even if it is the strong man with the wings of wind and thunder, such as the real person of Wanhe, he has to flutter his wings to escape.

Soaring straight up, the real Master Wanhe breathed a sigh of relief at an altitude of five thousand meters.

The crack at the bottom had already appeared, even if Su Yan was astonishingly skilled without the assistance of Fenglei's wings, he would never have escaped from this gap.

This kid is dead!

This is a space crack. It is a space crack created by him using the rapidity of the god-level magic trick, the wind and thunder wings, and his own swordsmanship.

Once a space crack appears, it will **** all the things within a radius of one mile into it to maintain the integrity of the space.

As long as the practitioners who inhale it have not heard of anyone who can live.

"Go in peace."

The corner of the real Wanhe's mouth rose, and the sword in his hand slowly dissipated the fluctuation of vitality.

As long as the cracks in the space are healed, the physical substances inhaled will be discharged.

At that time, the flame tree and the magic manual will fall into his hands. Once these treasures are brought back to the sect, he will be able to choose the **** pattern that suits him again among the treasures accumulated by the sect for tens of thousands of years.

Now that his divine art, Wind and Thunder Wings, has reached the culmination of his cultivation, if he can obtain another divine rune to improve his strength, he may be able to make his strength even stronger.

The attack type divine script is an extremely rare treasure, and he happened to have seen it in the secret treasure house of the sect.

If you can get that divine rune, attach it to your weapon.

Once the Wanhe Divine Sword is activated, it may be able to attach the power of thousands of mountains.

Pressing down with a huge force, I am afraid that the ground can be smashed into pieces in an instant.

In the future sect competition, he might be able to rely on the blessing of the gods to make his strength leap to a higher level.

Just when the real Wanhe was full of expectations.

"What are you giggling for, you are so looking forward to me entering the space crack?"

An indifferent voice sounded behind the real person Wanhe.

Su Yan's figure appeared beside the real person Wanhe.

"you……"

With a slight flap of his wings behind Real Man Wanhe, his body shape suddenly appeared a thousand meters away.

"Boy, it seems that the old man underestimated you. I didn't expect you to have the ability to escape from the crack in space, but do you think you are safe and sound?"

Behind the real person Wanhe, the swords flew out densely, there were thirteen swords in total, and the shadows of ten mountains appeared on each of them.

"Baishan Town!"

With a roar, the violent sword light fell towards Su Yan's head, making a rapid whistling sound in the air at an extremely fast speed.

"Boom!"

The mountains rustled like a horse, and the stone powder fell like raindrops.

Su Yan looked at Master Wan He with a calm expression, his eyes were expressionless.

"That's all you can do?"

a figure.

The figures of Wan Dao looked up at the real person Wan He.

His body began to tremble, and he stared dully at Su Yan below.

how can that be!

Without divine art as an aid, without divine marks to provide speed, this newly promoted divine realm in front of him actually showed such strength.

The huge crisis was just around the corner, and the real person of Wanhe gritted his teeth and roared, and raised a sword in his hand.

"Wind and Thunder Hundred Mountains!"

"cut!"

The wings behind Master Wanhe disappeared instantly, and when they reappeared, they were already on his wrist.

The wings vibrated rapidly, and the terrifying speed directly turned the arm into a black light.

The big sword instantly turned into light and flew towards Su Yan fiercely.

The violent fluctuations of vitality directly disturbed the surrounding space to tremble, and the moment the sword ruthlessly fell to the ground.

Swish swish!

The violent shock wave washed away in all directions.

In just two breaths, the shock wave had already washed away the soil and shattered the hard stones.

These clutter are now piled up at the end of the shockwave's reach.

On the ground, the smell of burnt smell continued to permeate.

The real Wanhe was suspended in mid-air and gasping for breath, and he glanced down wearily.

"Is it finally dead? I'm exhausted. Where the **** is this little monster from? This kind of strength is almost comparable to that of a mid-term cultivator. It's a pity..."

He cherished and touched the sword in his hand, and the corners of Wanhe's mouth slowly rose.

"I still died under the sword of the old man. I hope that the branches of the flame tree and that peerless divine art can withstand my attack, otherwise this trip will be a big loss!"

Looking at the divine art wind and thunder wings that had returned to a tattooed state on his wrist, his body slowly flew downward.

As he squeezed lightly, all the soil began to fly towards the place he pressed, and began to gather into a huge lump of soil.

When he landed on the ground, Master Wanhe glanced around, his brows twitched fiercely, and there was no figure of the kid. Under such a violent attack, could the kid still be alive?

This is unlikely!

However, before the real person Wanhe had time to think about it, it was as if a hundred towering mountains were flying from behind him, and a terrifying force slammed into him.

"Old bastard, to give you three points of face, you really dare to use the ultimate move against me, are you bullying me and can't restrain your movement speed?"

Rumble.

There was a continuous crashing sound.

The treasured shirt on the real person Wanhe also appeared at this moment, but it quickly dimmed.

Su Yan looked down at the man lying on the mound below, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

"Just this means, you still want to do something to me, who will give you the face?"

"Heavenly Divine Foot!"

"Xianjue, ten thousand times split the sky!"

A big golden foot fell fiercely from the sky.

With a puff, the first generation of Taishang exploded.

The Wanhe Divine Sword snapped.

The black Nascent Soul rose into the sky and disappeared.