Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4658: Unparalleled

The Qiting, which is filled with thousands of invisible avenues, is standing high at the moment, standing at the top of the eye of the chaotic spring, and it is actually out of thin air.

The turbulent energy in the form of a river backswept across the broken star field.

In the meantime, all supremes felt a trembling.

Seeing that the seal of Chaos Spring Eye was opened, Feng Qi, who had planned to stop, was shocked that he could not manipulate the magic power in his body.

Long Yan and Long Chi also changed their complexion. They also felt the endless black abyss in the eyes of Chaos Spring and wanted to drag them all in.

Feng Qi suddenly looked at the Broken Sky Dome. I saw behind him that there was a strange body shape. The facial features were very pale, as if they had not yet grown.

All the supreme minds are sinking fiercely, and the magical power in their respective bodies is pouring out uncontrollably.

Having absorbed the power of nearly 150,000 high-level supreme powers, the strange body behind Qiting is growing facial features, hair, meridians, and viscera at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The seemingly generous and kind-hearted Qiting also showed its ugly face at this moment, and the yin and madness sulked them.

"It is a great honor for you to be able to integrate with my mud tires. Why do you need to resist?" Qi Ting said intoxicatedly.

Feng Qi directly furiously said, "You **** dog's miscellaneous dogs, even if you kill a monk alone, you should kill more than the entire imaginary universe, you should be squandered!"

Ki Ting smiled weirdly, and slowly leaned down, "I said, that is your honor and your destiny. Only by making some contribution to me, I will send out compassion to let you see A more mysterious realm."

"At that time, you will find out how sad it is to be self-styled."

Every supreme body is declining rapidly, and their respective realms are beginning to decline.

Even Feng Qi, who is a half-ancestor, feels that the state is going backwards.

She tried to get rid of that terrifying power, but found that it didn't help, and she couldn't even mobilize her divine power.

Long Yan and Long Chi are the same, looking desperately at the sky.

As we sucked in the divine power, the grotesque flesh behind Qi Ting continued to fill, the facial features gradually straightened, the black hair had crossed his shoulders, and countless fine meridians began to meander from under the skin.

At the same time, the ancestor-level avenue began to fall.

The overwhelming divine power is like a giant sea of ​​abyss, and the energy that makes people palpitate emerges from the pores of the flesh.

All the supreme are seen with their own eyes, the birth of a strong ancestor.

Everything is incredible. How can two cosmic lucks that support at most one ancestral class be born?

At the next moment, the entire Cangwutai Giant Hall, as well as the Star Field, could not bear the advent of the two ancestors, and it was directly broken.

The weird body, at the moment of becoming the ancestor, fully possessed the wisdom.

The plundered cosmic luck, and the infinite divine power sucked into the mouth by his whale, the face exactly like Qi Ting's face, gleaming with greed.

Looking at the fully formed clay tire, Qi Ting nodded with satisfaction and excitedly said, "Now, use your body as your last contribution."

After the words were finished, countless strands of the sun's power emerged from his palm, showing the power of covering the sky, and the heavy cover came.

Feng Qi, already weakened to fall to the Supreme Divine Realm, has no backhand, and can only watch himself die.

However, at the next moment, a more vast and mysterious divine power came steeply from behind. Like the cold wind, it directly shattered the dense net-like power of the sun.

Qi Ting suddenly turned her head and looked viciously at the place where the offensive was issued.

I saw a total of more than 50,000 Supreme Masters in the completely broken void, breaking through the mist and coming to the earth.

At the forefront of this majestic army, representatives of the Blood Shrine Supreme, the King of Nine Tribulation, and the Great Axe Supreme are all dispatched.

At the same time, in front of them, two figures completely enveloped by large black robes gave Qiting invisible pressure.

"Lao Qiting, you should know that even if you are an ancestor, there is only one life."

The sound of the majesty carrying the Nine Heavens punishment resounded, and the mysterious figure in the front slowly pulled down the hood on his head, revealing a firm and pure face, and the floating Hexkin floating in the hair. The pattern makes him like a majestic deity that can't be looked directly at.

"Sword Musou! How could it be you?!" Qi Ting shouted silently.

At this moment, all the one hundred thousand supremes who were trapped and fell into great despair were all ecstatic.

Even though it has disappeared for nearly three hundred years, the appearance of Jian Wushuang is still like giving a pill to everyone.

"If it is not me, are you going to slaughter the Divine Power Universe next?"

Jian Wushuang took the previous step, and the almost crushing divine power swept up like Tianhe.

Ancestral breath!

Feng Qi's eyes are wide open, and he looks at Jian Wushuang in disbelief.

It's only been three hundred years. How could he become an ancestor in such a short period of time? !

Ki Ting's face was somber to the extreme, his sleeve robe flicked suddenly, only to counteract the influence of Jian Wushuang.

At the same time, he has had the idea of ​​retreating.

With regard to the fierceness of Jian Wushuang, Qi Ting is clearly seen in the last battle. He is capable of killing the virtual **** with half-ancestral strength.

Now he is already an ancestor, and I am afraid that his strength has already rid himself of the rules of the universe.

Thinking of this, Qi Ting directly pushed the mud tires and tried to escape.

"Om..."

A ripple of black water spreading from heaven to earth, and under the wide black robe, the face of Lao Zun appeared.

Ki Ting's figure paused for a moment.

Jian Wushuang's eyebrows were tightened, and the Tai Luo Excalibur was cut straight down.

That is about to cut the unmatched sword mansions that split the sky and earth directly into Qiting.

Unfortunately, Qi Ting had to grind his teeth to match the sword.

"Sword Wushuang, now you leave now, I don't blame, if you are obsessed, you will only have a dead end!"

Slammed out with a palm, the power of the infinite sun counteracts Jianmang, he said cruelly.

Jian Wushuang smiled coldly, "Now if you destroy your origin, I can save you from the crime of annihilating the Qilin tribe. If not, go up and down the whole tribe, and one will not stay!"

"Sword Wushuang, do you really think you are my opponent?" Qi Ting was furious, slammed into Jian Wushuang with a palm, "Destroy this seat!"

At the same time, the weird mud tire behind him also smiled strangely, manipulating the still stiff body, and fell down with his palm.

A breath like ruins, revealing everything.

The Athlete of the Athlete stood in front of him, breaking through the ancestor-like power that was at the same time. Jian Wushuang's sword way, which had already reached the level of ambition, suddenly rushed to the mud tire nearest to him.