The sword moves used by Zhang Ruochen are indeed integrated into the artistic conception of Sword Three.

With the power of the saint level, the power of the sword three is naturally incomparable to the past.

Mr. Nie swung the holy staff of Jingxin upwards, and a blue wood-attribute power rushed out, condensed into a virtual statue of a towering ancient tree.

"Crash."

It was the shadow of the holy tree of ten thousand years of meditation, carrying a force of life, tenacity, destruction, which made the entire space shake slightly, forming circles of ripples.

That's right.

It is indeed the space shaking.

The power of a saint is too strong, which can break the rules of heaven and earth, and naturally it can affect the stability of space to a certain extent.

The power of the saint is powerful enough to a certain extent, and can even break up space.

The reason why Mr. Nie mobilized all his strength and caused slight fluctuations in the space was actually suppressing Zhang Ruochen's space power.

Once the space is not stable enough, even if it is a successor to time and space, it will be difficult for the space to control the power of space. If it is forced to exert, it may hurt yourself.

With a "boom", the Jingxin Holy Staff and the Chenyuan Ancient Sword hit hard.

The virtual image of the towering holy tree shattered all the sword energy. Mr. Nie and Zhang Ruochen retreated at the same time, setting a distance of more than ten miles apart.

Mr. Nie twisted his beard and smiled and said, "Zhang Ruochen, this saint suppresses your space power. How much combat power can you exert? Young man, the power of the saint is not something you can guess."

"Crash."

Mr. Nie grabbed the holy staff of Jingxin and shook violently. The huge phantom of the holy tree swayed, causing the space within a radius of more than ten miles to shake slightly again.

The huge phantom of the holy tree brought out a deafening sound of wind and thunder, like a green divine cloud, pressing down, completely covering Zhang Ruochen.

The Holy Staff of Meditation is a treasure in the "Hundred Patterns Holy Artifacts". The power of the explosion is comparable to that of the Thousand Patterns Holy Artifacts. A saint controls such a powerful warrior. The power of the explosion is enough to wipe out all living beings within dozens of miles.

Yao Ji looked in the direction of Zhang Ruochen, showing a worried look. Mr. Nie's cultivation was much stronger than she thought.

"Zhang Ruochen, you must hold on for a while. As long as this saint suppresses the four Holy Bone Kings first, the balance of victory will be reversed."

Yao Ji accelerated his attack and used a holy technique to hit a Holy Bone King, sank it into the ground. The holy bones on his body melted a little and could no longer continue to fight.

The four Holy War Bone Kings are all puppets made of saints and refined using talismans and inscriptions to control them.

Although they only have 10% to 50% of the combat power of a true saint, they are quite difficult to deal with, and ordinary attack methods cannot destroy them at all.

Now, Yao Ji is very anxious. If Zhang Ruochen cannot resist Mr. Nie's attack and falls down first, then her situation will become quite dangerous.

Facing the attack of the phantom of the holy tree, Zhang Ruochen seemed particularly calm and used the Eye of the Divine Seal to observe the location where the space fluctuated the lightest.

As soon as his body moved, Zhang Ruochen used space movement and changed directions seven times in a row. Each time he stepped on the weakest position of space shock.

When changing direction for the sixth time, Zhang Ruochen walked through the phantom of the holy tree and appeared above Mr. Nie's head.

When changing direction for the seventh time, Zhang Ruochen passed through Mr. Nie's holy soul domain, and snorted and stabbed into his heart with a sword.

The bright red holy blood, burning red flames, poured out of Mr. Nie's heart.

Zhang Ruochen stared at Mr. Nie's old face at close range and whispered: "You can't guess the power of the successors of time and space."

"You... are not controlled..."

Mr. Nie's pupils gradually dilated and he finally realized that Zhang Ruochen was not controlled by Yao Ji at all and was always very awake.

Originally, Mr. Nie had warned himself that he should never make the mistakes of the two saints of the Demon Sect again, and he should never underestimate Zhang Ruochen.

At this moment, he realized that he still underestimated Zhang Ruochen too much.

In fact, Mr. Nie cannot be blamed, everyone makes such a mistake.

Even with Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation level, facing a powerful man of the ninth-level semi-saint level, is definitely a bit different from a junior who changes his cultivation level with the first change of Yulong's cultivation level, although he will not underestimate his opponent, his mentality will definitely be somewhat different.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen sensed an extremely dangerous aura and surged out of Mr. Nie's body.

"Could he want to self-destruct the Holy Source?"

Zhang Ruochen stood up all over his body, and his arm strength pulled the Chenyuan Ancient Sword back.

If Mr. Nie really detonates the holy source, then within a hundred miles of defense, it will definitely be completely destroyed.

Zhang Ruochen didn't have to escape at all, because it was too late to open the scroll world, let alone escape, and he would definitely die.

However, Mr. Nie obviously did not have the courage to self-destruct the holy source. He just sealed the bloodline of his heart and tried his best to make a handprint, killing Zhang Ruochen dozens of feet away.

Then, Mr. Nie flew backwards and used a secret escape technique, flew away five times, and disappeared at the end of the sky in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Ruochen covered his chest that was so painful that he was scattered, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth, saying, "The life force of the saint is too strong. It will break the heart and will not die. You must remember this in the future, otherwise it will be very dangerous."

Mr. Nie's secret escape technique also surprised Zhang Ruochen. It was too fast, and it was definitely several times that of usual. Even a strong man with a cultivation level of ten times higher than him may not be able to catch up with him.

Of course, using such a secret escape technique will definitely cost a huge price, and you will definitely not use it unless you have to.

"It's too difficult to kill a saint." Zhang Ruochen sighed in his heart.

The saint has a strong vitality, and even if the head is cut off, it may not die. Moreover, most saints are proficient in the secret technique of escape, and even if they are not opponents, they are enough to escape and save their lives.

The most important point is that the saints can use the "self-destruction holy source" as a deterrent. If you cannot kill with one blow, it is likely to cause a situation of death together.

It has to be said that Zhang Ruochen was able to kill the two saint realm giants of the Demon Sect, which was a complete luck. With this record, he was enough to become a person that all the saints in the world had to pay attention to.

As Mr. Nie escaped seriously injured. In addition to the two Holy Bone Kings who were disbanded by Yao Ji, the other two Holy Bone Kings also retreated immediately, bringing a large amount of death energy and rushing into the woods.

Yao Ji did not chase him, but stared at the young man holding a war sword with a rather amazing look. The more he looked, the more handsome he became, the more he was reluctant to kill him.

If such a powerful genius could always obey her orders, within a hundred years, the Tianluo Sect would definitely become one of the most powerful sects in Tiantaizhou.

Even if you let him become her man, what's wrong?

However, everything was just a fantasy, and Yao Ji did not think that with her ability, she could control Zhang Ruochen forever.

"Zhang Ruochen! Zhang Ruochen! My sister really likes you more and more, and I am reluctant to send you on the way. It's a pity that you are a genius, and my sister is afraid that she will not be able to control you in the future. You guy is obviously not a sympathetic person. If you die under your sword, where will your sister cry?"

Yao Ji's slender jade finger gently touched Zhang Ruochen's chin, and her pupils gradually turned red, and her smile closed and she showed a chill.

Pinch your fingers into claws, forming a circle of vortex energy, quickly grabbing Zhang Ruochen's heart.

"Swish."

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen, who was originally still, stabbed him with a sword faster than her.

The ancient sword of Chenyuan was very sharp, and with a squeak, it penetrated Yao Ji's palm and penetrated through the back of his hand.

"Since you know I'm not a sympathetic person, you shouldn't have any idea of ​​me."

Zhang Ruochen's fingers turned, and the ancient sword of Chenyuan also turned quickly, emitting a black sword light, completely shattering Yao Ji's right arm.

"You are not under control of illusion?"

Yao Ji's beautiful face showed a look of horror, and immediately exerted the secret technique of escape, turning into a purple light, trying to escape.

"I still want to escape?" Zhang Ruochen shouted coldly.

"A moment changes."

The scale sword technique exploded, causing the flow of time around to slow down.

Zhang Ruochen's sword moves accelerated a lot, dragging out a dazzling sword energy and slashing towards Yao Ji who was flying in the air.

"Puff."

The holy blood spilled down.

At the same time, Yao Ji's moaning sound was also heard, with three snow-white fox tails falling from above.

"Zhang Ruochen, today, if you cut off your sister's three tails, you will definitely return them twice as much in the future." Yao Ji's voice came back from hundreds of miles away.

"The escape rate is fast enough."

Zhang Ruochen ignored Yao Ji, immediately used his body technique, came back to the top of the snow mountain, carried the beauty Shi wearing a meteor invisibility cloak, and rushed out.

As soon as the distance was getting closer, Zhang Ruochen had already felt the power on his body slowly fading away.

You must escape immediately and reach a safe place.

Zhang Ruochen believed that with the battle just now, Mr. Nie and Yao Ji were severely damaged one after another, which was enough to shock the evil saints of the black market hiding in the dark, making them afraid to catch up with them.

Yao Ji stood on the bank of a stream, with blood on her buttocks and no fox tail left. As the leader of a sect and a giant in the holy realm, she was naturally a bit miserable and quite embarrassed.

She looked at the direction where Zhang Ruochen left, and an angry look appeared on her beautiful face: "Damn guy, one day, sister, I will eat your heart."

As he said that, Yao Ji stretched out her **** and licked her crystal and bright red lips.

At this moment, Yao Ji smelled a bloody smell, her pretty face turned pale, and she raised her head and found that the whole sky turned blood red.

A vast cloud of blood flew over from the sky, and the clouds radiated into her, making her feel a little frightened.

That direction is exactly where Zhang Ruochen escaped.

"The Blood King of the Immortal Blood Clan...and, more than one."
Chapter completed!