"Open the eyes of the sky."

A white vertical eye opened between Zhang Ruochen's eyebrows, observing the surroundings and peeking into the illusion.

In the sight, there was a confusion around me, and I could not see Zhu Qingyi and Ying Huo's figures, and I could only vaguely capture their existence.

"The strength of your mental power is still very different from mine. Even if you use the sky eye, it will not be of much use." Ying Huo's laughter sounded in the void, as if it was coming from the nine heavens, and she could not capture her position at all.

The goddess who can become the Temple of Immortality is also stand out from countless prides of heaven. She has the strength and means that match her identity. It is strange and unpredictable and makes people unable to defend.

"Zhang Ruochen, today is your death."

Zhu Qingyi's voice came out, with a strong resentment.

The next moment, a total of sixteen directions were heard in the sky and the ground, and they attacked Zhang Ruochen at the same time. In an illusion, Zhang Ruochen could not tell which direction was the real attack.

However, Zhang Ruochen was not panicked. While studying the illusion, he used the sword technique of time to form a special field with a diameter of ten meters.

That special field is the product of the combination of the time field and the swordsmanship field. In the field, the time flow rate becomes extremely slow.

"Swish."

In an instant, Zhang Ruochen used sixteen sword moves in a row, just like sixteen clones, cracking the attacks in sixteen directions and capturing Zhu Qingyi's true body.

This time, Zhang Ruochen chased and took the initiative to attack, so as not to escape into the illusion and disappear without a trace.

"What kind of sword technique is this? Why does the flow rate of time slow down?"

Zhu Qingyi was quite surprised. While resisting, she retreated, leaving graceful phantoms in the air.

"Murm Sword."

Zhang Ruochen and Chen Yuan Ancient Sword combine into one, like the scorching sun at noon, radiating dazzling light.

Zhu Qingyi's eyes could not be opened, and her eyelids blinked slightly. The next moment, the Chen Yuan Ancient Sword had already pierced her collarbone, forcing her to keep going backwards.

"What a quick sword, it actually incorporated the power of time..."

Zhu Qingyi stretched out a palm and grabbed the sword edge of the ancient sword of the Chenyuan. At the same time, he quickly retreated backwards, and the holy blood kept flowing out of the clavicle.

The two of them have a deep hatred and are still alive. If Zhang Ruochen cannot kill her today, there will definitely be endless troubles.

Seeing that Zhu Qingyi was about to die under Zhang Ruochen's sword, Ying Huo took action again. In the illusion, a giant formed by Xuanyin Gangfeng appeared beside Zhang Ruochen and slapped it down with a palm.

Knowing that it might be just an illusion, Zhang Ruochen had to withdraw his sword and resist it.

What if it's not an illusion?

It is related to life and death, and Zhang Ruochen cannot afford to gamble.

Zhang Ruochen slashed out with a sword, and the giant suddenly dissipated and turned into wisps of tiny whirlwinds.

"It's indeed an illusion."

When Zhang Ruochen stared forward again, there was no trace of Zhu Qingyi. There was only a piece of crimson blood left on the ground.

"Do you really think I can't break your illusion?"

Zhang Ruochen snorted coldly, raised his right foot and stepped on the ground. Then, dozens of balls of pure divine fire flew out of his body and rushed into all directions, like magic lamps floating in the void.

The pure and destructive divine fire can burn everything in the world, and naturally illuminate the illusion.

"Chichi."

The illusion gradually dissipated, and the real battlefield appeared in front of Zhang Ruochen.

Ying Huo and Zhu Qingyi stood side by side, not far from Zhang Ruochen. Ying Huo's face was slightly pale, and the illusion was broken, causing some damage to her mental power.

Zhu Qingyi's collarbone wound slowly healed, staring at the flames floating in the air, revealing a look of fear: "Jingmiao Divine Fire, the legendary Jingmiao Divine Fire, you can actually control this flame..."

Not long ago, in Zhu Qingyi's eyes, Zhang Ruochen was just a small character, and he could not fight back. How long has it been, Zhang Ruochen was already a somewhat invincible enemy to her.

Zhang Ruochen controlled the Jingmiao Divine Fire hanging in the air, condensed into a wave of fire, and rushed towards Ying Huo and Zhu Qingyi.

No one dared to touch Jingmiao Divine Fire directly, so they naturally did not dare. Zhu Qingyi shot out the holy sword, stimulated the inscriptions in the sword body, and triggered the destructive power of Thousand Patterns, trying to dispel Jingmiao Divine Fire.

Unfortunately, the holy sword was melted by the Jingmiao Divine Fire and turned into drops of iron.

"How is it possible? Even the Thousand-Secret Holy Artifact can't stop it?"

Zhu Qingyi's face became extremely ugly, and she thought to herself that with this kind of flame and time sword technique, even if Zhang Ruochen meets the True Saint, he probably has the power to protect himself.

With a wave of Ying Huo's sleeves, the treasures of thousands of beasts flew out.

The Ten Thousand Beasts Treasure Mirror is in the shape of a token, flying in the air, constantly becoming huge. Finally, it turns into a shield worth more than ten meters long, blocking them, and hitting Zhang Ruochen in reverse.

Not only do you need to defend, but also attack.

The treasure mime of Ten Thousand Beasts was also burned red in the Jingmiao Divine Fire. On its surface, there were dense shadows of Ten Thousand Beasts that were stimulated to appear.

"Brother Chen, be careful behind you."

In the distance, Huang Yanchen shouted sweetly.

The Destroyed Blood Saint restrained the breath of his body and quietly sneaked behind Zhang Ruochen. While Zhang Ruochen was doing his best to deal with Ying Huo and Zhu Qingyi, he shot a holy art-level fist mark.

This is a blow he burst out with all his strength, which is extremely powerful. Even if he cannot kill Zhang Ruochen, he will still lose his combat power.

"Killing the successor of time and space is enough to make me successful. Haha!" The Blood Saint of Misty Wind laughed.

Zhang Ruochen had long noticed the aura of the Blood Saint of Misty Wind, but pretended not to know and deliberately led him to the trap.

Seeing the Blood Saint of Misty Wind, Zhang Ruochen's mouth curled slightly. Behind him, blue flames and light threads were intertwined together, condensed into a ball of pure divine fire.

"Bang."

The fist that the Wind Blood Saint burst into collision with the Jingmiao Divine Fire, causing the flames to explode and turn into Mars, rushing on him.

Every Mars flew over and left a hole the size of a little finger on the body of the Wind Blood Saint.

In an instant, the holy body of the Wind-Destroying Blood Saint became riddled with holes, like a sieve.

"ah……"

Before the laughter of the Wind Blood Saint stopped, a miserable scream came from his mouth.

The space fluctuated slightly, and Zhang Ruochen appeared diagonally above the Blood Saint of Misty Wind, with a cold feeling in his eyes. He shot out a dragon-elephant Prajna palm, slapped it down, and hit the head of Misty Wind Blood Saint.

Fighting with Zhu Qingyi and Ying Huo was a fight for the survival of the race, and it was a fight and had to fight for life and death. However, the Wind-Destroying Blood Saint was different. He slaughtered Huang Yanchen's entire clan, and Zhang Ruochen had a huge hatred for him.

"Crack."

The skull and spine of the Wind Blood Saint were broken by Zhang Ruochen and lay down directly on the ground, trembling and twitching, but he did not die.

The roots of the Saint-Food Flower spread over, penetrated the skin of the Saint Misty Blood, took root in his body, and began to absorb it.

Gradually, the body of the Wind Blood Saint stopped moving, gradually became dry and lost the breath of life.

Zhang Ruochen looked at this battlefield and saw that the human race had the upper hand in all directions. Princess Bai Li used the Buddha's relics to suppress Bi Fang. Canglan's Martial Saint defeated Ying Huo and the Death Knights, and both suffered heavy damage and could only escape while resisting.

"Wow—"

Zhang Ruochen used a large space shift, caught up with Zhu Qingyi, stood opposite her, and said, "You can't leave today."

Zhu Qingyi stopped and said, "If you have the ability to use the power of the Pure Destroy Divine Fire and the Time and Space to fight me with a dignified battle?"

"Do you want me to fight you with my hands tied up?" Zhang Ruochen said.

The pure and destructive divine fire and time and space are both Zhang Ruochen's unique trump card methods and are also part of his own strength. Zhang Ruochen cannot find a reason not to use it.

Zhu Qingyi has seen the power of time sword technique and the magic fire of Jingmiao. If so, Zhang Ruochen really used these cards and tried his best to attack, she would not even have a 20% chance of winning.

"Bang."

Zhu Qingyi did not take action and retreated directly. Her body decomposed and opened, turning into more than 30 black light mists, flying in more than 30 different directions.

"I have already said that you can't leave today, why don't you believe it?"

Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently, the holy energy in his body was running at full speed, stretched his hands forward, and the holy energy and mental power were completely released, causing huge distortion of the space.

The black light fog that wanted to escape all changed directions and flew towards Zhang Ruochen.

Then, Zhang Ruochen took out a holy blood-suppressing talisman and pressed forward, and the talisman exploded and opened.

The white light formed after the blood-suppressing talisman exploded wrapped more than 30 black light mists, forming chains. Inside the white chain, Zhu Qingyi's body condensed again and fell to the ground, without any strength to fight back.

Zhang Ruochen held the ancient sword of Chenyuan and pointed at Zhu Qingyi's eyebrows: "Everything should be over."

In the distance, Stufengcheng, who was fighting fiercely with Qingxiao, noticed that Zhu Qingyi was about to die and roared angrily: "Zhang Ruochen, you dare..."

"Puff."

Chen Yuan's ancient sword stabbed out, penetrated Zhu Qingyi's eyebrows, smashed the Qihai and the Holy Soul, and completely disappeared.

"Senior Brother..."

Zhu Qingyi's last holy thought made her pronounce these three words, like a farewell, or like something else to say. Unfortunately, everything was silent.

Zhang Ruochen lifted the Chenyuan Ancient Sword again, without a trace of turmoil on his face.

They are all fighting for the survival of the race. Either you die or I die. There is nothing right or wrong. Since we stand on the opposite side, then there is only one who lives and the other who dies.

If you don't want to die, you can only kill the other person.

"Boom."

Qingxiao's fist mark hit Stufengcheng's chest, knocking him to the point of vomiting blood, flying backwards dozens of miles away, hitting the ground, and the armor on his body was full of cracks.

"Are you distracted when you fight me?"

Qingxiao looked at Stufengcheng who was walking out of the rocks, without a trace of joy, but his eyes were a little complicated.

Because he knew that his punch had severely hit Stufeng City. Today, Stufeng City may be difficult to leave alive. In the future, it will not be easy to find an opponent like him.

A rare opponent defeated him when he was distracted. What's so happy about such a victory?

Blood flowed out of Stufengcheng's body. Every step he took, he left a bloody footprint. He walked to Zhu Qingyi's body before stopping, stretched out a bloody hand, and gently stroked her face.

"It's the senior brother who didn't protect you, it's all the senior brother's fault."
Chapter completed!