Chapter 1700 (1/2)

Boom!

In an instant, it was like the red sun rising to the East, giving off thousands of rays.

A share of supremacy, almost superior to heaven's powerful fighting spirit, instantly tear open the vast sword rain.

The light blade is very powerful and shining, among which all kinds of ferocious animal forms are constantly evolved.

The lion roared, the tiger roared, the wolf howled and the crane roared. An ancient fierce beast trampled on the earth and attacked the immortal.

The vast sword was suppressed in an instant.

This is the first time that the ghost of Zhuxian Dasheng has been suppressed since it appeared.

Crackle!

The sword was torn open. In front of Chu Yan's attack, Zhuxian Dasheng kept retreating. The movable space around his body shrank sharply and jumped violently, as if forming a vortex.

A little carelessness will drag his ghost into it and tear it to pieces.

In Chu Yan's eyes, Jing mang burns like a torch at this moment.

There are many inscriptions on the body, which are full of mysterious wills.

But at this moment, although Zhuxian Dasheng was forced to retreat, Chu Yan did not relax at all.

Zhu Xian Da Sheng's sword didn't move.

This ancient giant, even if it is only a ghost now, is definitely not so easy to be defeated.

Otherwise, a wisp of ghost, how to suppress thousands of evil spirits, but thousands of years!

At this moment, Zhuxian Dasheng's body shape retreated suddenly.

The void behind him became as thick as mercury and piled up.

A great idea came out of him.

A light awn, such as stars, in his wisp of soul eyebrow position, shining.

Although it's just a little light, it seems that at this moment, it contains the Galactic universe, rotating and changing, showing a taste of disturbing time and space, reversing the road, and controlling the gods.

”Xiao... Xin...”

In the sea of knowledge, there is a reminder.

”I understand!” Chu Yan nodded, the whole body aura, hand cut inflammation, violent sweep.

”Extremely angry sword intention!”

Hum!

At this time, the ghost of Zhu Xian Da Sheng also moved.

This wisp of ghost, holding Zhuxian sword, suddenly raised.

At this moment, Zhuxian sword turned into a group of light. Suddenly, it was divided into two, two into four, four into eight.

In a flash, it was divided into eight groups of incandescent fire.

The light of the fire reveals a holy and sacred mystery, like the call of the gods and the brilliance of the sun and the moon.

At this moment, Chu Yan only felt that there were countless sun and moon spinning and stars falling in front of Zhu Xian Da Sheng.

The sword of Zhuxian in the hands of Zhuxian Dasheng is now only the hilt.

At this moment, the ghost took the handle of the sword and suddenly crossed in front of him.

The eight fire lights immediately gathered and formed a heavy shield in front of him.

Bang!

The sword light of cutting inflammation, with the immortal breath of cutting everything, fell on the heavy shield.

This cut is enough to cut off mountains and seas, blow up an island and destroy a city.

But hit on this heavy shield, it is like snowflakes falling on the iron plate, silent, not only no response, but also no sound.

If this sword was not cut by Chu Yan himself, he would even doubt whether he had read it wrong or heard it wrong.

Immediately, Chu Yan felt the power of the great sage.

He had been prepared for a long time, and a blow had no effect. He immediately folded the void and retreated rapidly.

But just half a step away, Chu Yan saw the heavy shield, appeared all the cracks, and suddenly scattered.