Chapter Three Hundred and Thirteenth Sword Name Anhao(2/2)
"Can he succeed?" Sima Xiao was silent for a long time and suddenly asked.
That figure shrouded in black flames, for some reason, was full of shocking power. With his own strength, he did not retreat at all in the face of the wrath of heaven and earth.
"I don't know." Qiu Zhijun shook his head, his eyes full of admiration.
Most people would be so scared that their legs would weaken when faced with such power, but Tang Tian...
No one thought that a battle would turn into the result before them. But the scene in front of them was far more shocking than the battle between two people. This was a battle between man and heaven and earth!
In front of the light curtain, everyone was silent.
The cold and violent breath continued to penetrate Tang Tian's body along with the Hell Sea Sword in his hand. His heart was as indifferent as through transparent glass, calm and calm, and the sword moves that kept rolling in his mind were familiar and unfamiliar.
He was holding the Anhao sword in his left hand, with his right hand hanging down, and his body squatting down slightly.
The pressure in the sky is getting stronger and stronger, and the dark clouds are getting thicker and thicker.
Buzz!
A beam of light fell suddenly. Different from the soft beam of light just now, this beam of light was fierce and dangerous.
Chi la la!
Dense lightning appears to meander along the light pillar, gathering into a lightning network.
Tang Tian's face was expressionless, and the hanging prison sea came out with a sword from bottom to top.
The surging black flame sword light, like a jet-black pillar of flame, soared into the sky and collided with the hanging light pillar of the Cetus constellation.
boom!
White light and black flames burst out, electric light flashed around, and astonishing energy swept in all directions.
The sky trembled violently.
All the light curtains were trembling, blurred, and strong energy fluctuations affected the operation of the secret treasure.
Tang Tian shook his figure, but a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Along with the sword moves, what filled his mind was the life of Wu Wang Hai. Wu Wang Hai had been hunted for twenty years in his life, and he had no idea about the so-called higher-level power.
The suppression is full of disgust and hatred. This kind of disgust and hatred goes deep into the bone marrow.
But it is exactly what can be exploited. He only needs to use this emotion to fully release the power of the Hell Sea Sword. Moreover, the true form of the Hell Sea Sword in the void will inevitably increase the projection of power out of hatred.
Tang Tian's eyes suddenly became fierce and violent, like an enraged beast.
The black flames surged, and his aura surged again.
In the boundless dark void, a figure stood alone, with a hoarse and hoarse smile: "As expected, he is his son. He even used my hatred, which is good."
"Hoho, even though I know I'm being used, I still hate it."
The Witch King Sea roars like a wounded beast.
Tang Tian raised his head and looked at the Cetus in the sky above his head, his eyes full of hatred.
Chapter completed!