Zhang Ruochen, who was thrown into the air, suddenly turned around and pinched his fingers into a sword technique. When the Nine Nether Sword Saint felt that he was sure to win, he pointed it over.

"Morning Sword."

In an instant, time ceased.

Zhang Ruochen's fingertips, sword energy and Jingmiao Divine Fire merged into one, seized this very short time and hit the nine nether sword saint's eyebrows with one finger.

You know, Zhang Ruochen was shocked by the power of Jian Ba ​​and the sword energy Xuangang just now, and he was bound to be defeated. How could the Nine Nether Sword Saint expect that Zhang Ruochen would have the power to counterattack at such a disadvantage?

Zhang Ruochen's fingers did not pierce in the end. The flames at his fingertips were only an inch away from the eyebrows of the Nine Nether Sword Saint.

The Jiuyou Sword Saint stopped and did not take any more action. He inserted the Jiusword into the ground. The expression on his face became tumultuous and his mood fluctuated greatly. After a while, he said with difficulty: "Is this the sword technique of time?"

"That's right." Zhang Ruochen said.

"Why didn't I use this trick at the beginning?"

"Time Sword Technique is my biggest trump card, so I can't use it casually. Once it is used, you must ensure that you can kill the enemy and win." Zhang Ruochen said.

Jiuyou Sword Saint said: "But why did you hold back your strength again and didn't kill me?"

"People like you should not die at the hands of their own people. Even if they die, they should die in battle when they are fighting with the Rakshasa clan." Zhang Ruochen said.

The Nine Nether Sword Saint laughed out loud, and after a while, the smile turned into a bitter smile: "I'm defeated!"

Zhang Ruochen withdrew his fingers between the nine nether sword saint's eyebrows, and then his five fingers formed a palm seal, quickly slapped out with a palm, and hit the nine nether sword saint's chest.

"Bang."

Jiuyou Sword Saint spit out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards, half-kneeled on the ground, and his face turned extremely pale.

"At that time, you stabbed Master with a sword. Today I will slap you with a palm, and no one will owe anyone anymore." Zhang Ruochen said.

With this palm, within an hour, the Nine Nether Sword Saint would not want to fight with others again.

Losing the combat power of the Nine Nether Sword Saint, with the strength of Chu Siyuan and the Nine Heavens Xuannv, it was impossible to take away the wall of merit from Zhang Ruochen.

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Chapter completed!