Honghuang: Draw the sword a billion times, prove the high-end Daluo

A sword light cut out.

It's not more than [-] meters.

bleak.

No power.

Ji Meng stared, "Hahaha, it seems that this deity still thinks highly of you, you are not even an earth immortal, just..."

He didn't finish his triumphant words.

The sword light that was only a hundred meters away suddenly trembled.

next moment.

The [-]-meter sword light diffused into an arc of sword light about [-] miles wide.

brush!

The sword light swept over.

One hundred thousand monster races are gone.

Not cut in half.

But directly annihilated.

Nothing was left.

"what?"

Ji Meng's laugh was abruptly swallowed back.

however.

The first arc of sword light is not the end.

That's the beginning!

The second arc of sword light appeared immediately after.

About one hundred thousand miles wide.

A sword swept across.

Annihilation of millions of monster races.

A third arc of sword light appeared next.

About a million miles wide!

Thousands of monster races were annihilated.

Fourth way!

The width is about ten thousand miles!

3000 million monster races were annihilated.

Fifth way!

About 5000 million miles wide!

5000 million monster races are annihilated!

The sixth way!

One hundred million miles!

Annihilation of [-] million monster races!

The seventh sword light changed from a half arc to a ring.

A billion miles!

Annihilation of one billion monster races!

The eighth way, the circle turns into a hemisphere that wraps the sky!

30 billion miles!

Half of the monster races were annihilated.

The ninth way!

Covering the entire battlefield, hundreds of thousands of miles away.

The sky, the earth.

Waters, mountains and rivers.

The hundreds of millions of demon clans that came out of the demon court this time, except Di Jun, Tai Yi, and the great demon saint.

Extinct!

At this moment, that mere [-]-meter sword momentum finally disappeared.

It did not chop off a leaf.

No piece of land was destroyed.

But all the monster races were wiped out.

The physical body, primordial spirit, true spirit, everything is annihilated.

No matter if it is Xuanxian Xiaoyao.

Da Luo Demon King.

Still a quasi-Saint Demon Saint.

Except for the eleven that Ye Changqing deliberately left behind.

Not one left.

The battlefield fell into a dead silence.

Di Jiang, who was coming at full speed with his tribe, saw this scene from a distance through his magical powers, stopped abruptly, and almost popped his eyes out of fright.

Lingbao Tianzun, who was hidden by the side, bit his tongue.

If you want him to kill all the monster races present with one sword, he can do it.

Equally easy.

But he needs to use such a fancy way, and while killing all the monster races, it should not harm the surrounding flowers and plants.

He really can't do it.

Zhao Gongming and Fairy Yunxiao covered their mouths in fright and tried their best not to cry out.

The saints, who didn't pay attention to the things here at all, were also shocked by this series of nine swords.

All turned their gazes over.

As for those forces who have paid attention to this place early.

I don't know how many times this series of nine swords fainted and vomited.

Ye Changqing retracted his sword and sheathed it.

Speak loudly.

The sound is like a breeze.

But echoes throughout the battlefield.

"That red-faced little demon over there, you are right. My clan and the demon clan are not fighting!"

"I just want to practice swords."

"You monster clan are nothing more than sword practicers!"

Ye Changqing took a step forward.

Boom!

The whole world was startled by one step.

All the sages of the heaven and the earth, all the mighty men of all parties, were all terrified by this scene.

"Red face, come here, I want to practice swords with you!"

Ji Meng: "..."

who am I?

where am I?

What am I doing?

Ji Meng was sweating profusely, his scarlet face turned pale with fright.

I'm going to paint my face white now, is it too late?

Where the hell did the saint pretend to be an immortal here?

Heaven above.

You don't care!

The saint pretends to be tender.

I'm so scared.

Donghuang Taiyi sifted through his whole body: "It's him, it's him! The saint who destroyed my body and took my Donghuang bell!"

Di Jun: "???"

Fog grass!

My stupid brother!

Why the hell didn't you say earlier that the mysterious saint belonged to the fucking human race?

Didn't you say that the saint belonged to the Wu tribe?

But he also knew that Tai Yi was no wonder.

Because Donghuang Taiyi was severely injured at the time, so much so that part of his memory was lost.

What's worse is that Donghuang Taiyi didn't even know that he lost his memory because the Yuanshen was traumatized and lost his memory.

At this time, Dong Huangtai recognized Ye Changqing, not really recognizing that face, but recognizing it based on the characteristics of the sword posture of the chain of nine swords.

"What? You're not coming? Then I'm coming!"

Ye Changqing took a step forward.

Straight up to nine days.

Ji Meng's head fell to the ground.

Except the saints.

No one saw how he did it.

Lingbao Tianzun gasped.

"Crossing the long river of time and space? Reversing cause and effect? ​​Hiss! Has Fellow Daoist Evergreen surpassed the Hunyuan Realm?"

The demons flew back.

"The strongest true immortal in the district dares to say that we will destroy our human race. Since you are here, don't leave!"

Ye Changqing pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword again.

The eight Yingzhao looked at each other and gritted their teeth, "Your Majesty, retreat!"

Instead of retreating, the Eight Great Demon Saints rushed towards Ye Changqing crazily.

Dijun sacrificed Hetu Luoshu, wrapped himself and Taiyi, turned into a sun fire and retreated back to the demon court.

And Yingzhao and other eight demon saints rushing towards Ye Changqing.

At the first step of recoil, it has already turned into fly ash.