Fantasy: I Can Blow Up All Worlds

1. The shadow clan is a hidden family, only appeared in legends.

Every time the shadow clan appeared on the land of Youzhou, it would cause a huge earthquake.

Even the three strongest sects had to bow their heads when they saw the Shadow Clan people. They were always the only ones who killed others. They didn't even get hurt.

But today, he was injured, injured by his defeated opponent some time ago.

"Boom!"

On the sky curtain, the torn and riddled shadows gathered like a stream, rolling up the sky, and rolling towards the tyrant knife.

"Suppression!"

The tyrant roared, and the heavy sword in his hand shone light, and he split a hundred-meter-long blade forward, tearing open a shadow that enveloped it, and crushing the lines in it, with fierceness.

Dao Mang was brave, split the shadow, and continued to slash at Ying Sanli's head.

"boom!"

At a distance of ten meters from Yingsanli, a group of shadows emerged, contending with the sword.

At the moment when the two collided, the small shadow seemed to be a big mountain, motionless, too stable, and the sword light could not penetrate into it.

"Om!"

Void trembles, and another sword light slashes, this knife, the world is turbulent.

Today's Domineering Dao has long been different in strength.

"Chang!"

The second cut is not the end...

"Chang!"

"Chang!"

"Chang!"

Three more huge sword beams fell, and the five sword beams were all integrated into the first blade. For a time, the blade beam became more magnificent and huge, and the tearing force reached the earth-shattering emperor.

"boom!"

This time, that group of shadows was finally split by the blade of light.

Breakthrough!

"Chang!"

The blade light that split the shadow once again slashed down towards Ying Sanli's head.

"Crack!"

Ying Sanli stretched out a hand and directly grabbed the blade light that had already reached him.

The next moment, his hand exerted force, cracks appeared on the blade.

"boom!"

The huge blade light exploded directly, but it was squeezed by Ying Sanli's hand.

Shadow Clan,

He is the younger generation of the Shadow Clan, when overlooking all the opponents of Youzhou Land.

"Roar!"

The roar of Tyrant Sword came from behind.

A big hand is horizontal, covering the sky and sun, like a black five-finger mountain pressing downwards.

This scene is very shocking, like a great demon coming to the world, with dark clouds rolling in, big hands covering the sky, that kind of pressure and magnificent breath make the heart palpitating.

"Hey!"

A light spot rushed from the shadow, and a ‘poof’ directly penetrated the shadow.

Hengkong's big hand was directly defeated, but behind the big hand, there was a very small knife light that was wrapped in electric light.

Covering the sky with big hands is just to hide the blades behind.

He is an overlord sword, and his cultivation skills are in the sword mountain. He has never used other methods. Since he has used it at this moment, he must be of no use.

Now this usefulness is revealed, just for the light of the electric knife behind.

"Zhantian Swordsmanship..."

A low voice spread from the bottom of my heart. This was his strongest blow so far. He didn't follow the path of the sword practiced by others. He walked his own path.

This knife condenses everything he has now.

"Stab!"

The blade light of the void tore a thin dark gap.

The sky seemed to be split, this sword light became the only one in the world. When Hajime appeared, the power was not obvious, but the next moment, the sword light suddenly burst out with a powerful aura that could tear the heavens.

"Boom!"

In front of Dao Mang, everything was destroyed, and there was no attack that could prevent the arrival of Heaven-Zhuking and Sword-Drawing Technique.

The heavens and the earth rioted, and the sword light fell and appeared in front of Ying Sanli.

The aura from the blade light made Ying Sanli's face solemn, and the shadows condensed again, and there were nine groups in front of him.

"Puff puff!"

Under the power of Zhantian and Swordsmanship, the shadow was smashed into pieces, extremely swift, and directly appeared on the center of his eyebrows in Ying Sanli's shocked eyes.

Ying Sanli was shocked, this knife actually made him smell the breath of death, and the cold death breath filled his heart with fear for the first time.

"So courageous!"

Suddenly, a scolding sound spread.

Ying Qixiao, who was next to him, finally couldn't help but shoot.

"Chang!"

A golden brush appeared in front of Ying Sanli, blocking the Heaven-Zhuking and Sword-drawing technique for him.

The golden brush was like a thunderbolt of lightning, and it blocked the sword's light in an instant. Accompanied by a'crack' sound, the cracks began to spread on the sword's light.

Then with a ‘boom’, the entire blade light exploded directly.

The huge explosive force directly lifted Ying Sanli's figure into the air. Similarly, Ying Qixiao, who had completely endured the blow, was uncomfortable, and her body staggered back two steps before she could stop.

"what……"

Ying Sanli screamed, and his body was pierced by broken blades, blood was dripping, and his body became riddled with holes.

That originally extremely handsome face was cut out by the shattered blades with hideous scars, and the whole face instantly became extremely terrifying, like a ghost rushing out of a ghost.

"Hahaha..."

Ba Dao laughed loudly, turned around and rushed into the liquefied spiritual mist, disappearing instantly.

Even if his body is too exhausted, he is not so good that he can't even run. What's more, the aura here is too strong, and the visibility is only about 100 meters low.

As long as the tyrant knife drills inside, it will be difficult to find someone.

"boom!"

As soon as Ba Dao's figure plunged into the spiritual mist, a shocking aura suddenly burst out behind him.

"I'm going to kill you."

The sound of the killing intent shook the spirit energy, and the sound spread throughout the depths of the fairyland. Everyone heard this angry roar.

...

A place in the depths of the fairyland.

Dongfang Wenxia, ​​who carried the coffin on his back, frowned and looked in the direction of the voice: "It's so strong."

however,

Hou Lei beside him suddenly exploded with extremely strong evil spirits.

"What's the matter?" Dongfang asked Xia in surprise, wondering why Hou Lei suddenly showed such a powerful aura.

"It's him."

Hou Lei's entire face turned blue, and his strong killing intent agitated him: "It's the voice of that shadow clan warrior..."

"go!"

Dongfang Wenxia didn't say a word of nonsense, turned around and rushed in the direction of the sound.

"Ok."

Hou Lei followed immediately.

Tyrant Sword is their brother, Tyrant Sword's business is theirs, not to mention, Hou Lei escaped from their hands.

Hou Lei himself was unable to repay this enmity, but Dongfang asked Xia as a brother, he must help.

"Tick, tick..."

Dongfang asked Xia's direction, and the aura in front was directly corroded into a channel by the power of the plague.

Hou Lei was different. His entire combat power was in his flesh, and he moved forward like a wild dragon. Every take-off would leave a huge pit on the ground.

"Boom boom boom!"

The two approached quickly.