"Third level of destiny?"

Song Gong laughed dumbly at first, but immediately, his expression changed slightly.

Although those spiritual swords were small, their number was extremely terrifying, numbering in the tens of thousands, like raindrops, densely packed and overwhelming.

The rain of swords flew across the sky, like a giant dragon galloping, roaring at a speed that was beyond the reach of the naked eye.

The majestic sword intention is like a turbulent wave, and as the spiritual sword giant dragon rolls, its energy is like a tide, and its power is overwhelming. The terrifying storm has spread crazily between the heaven and the earth, seeming to twist all obstacles into pieces.

Noodles.

"Little brother is back."

"Son."

Inside the Bailong Commercial Hall, Lao Wang, his wife and An An were all happy and couldn't help but cheer.

The movement outside had long awakened them who were practicing inside.

Seeing that Feng Changge and others were defeated, they were all worried. If all these powerful people in the heaven realm were killed, the Linghai Merchant Alliance would definitely be destroyed. If the Linghai Merchant Alliance was destroyed, the White Dragon Merchant Store would definitely be destroyed.

will become their next target.

Fortunately, at this most critical moment, Nie Huan appeared!

As for Nie Huan, can he stop Song Gong, Song Lang and others? They have never thought about this problem at all. Anyway, since they have known Nie Huan, they have never seen him defeated, and this time will not be an exception.

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Compared to the excitement of their grandfather and grandson, Song Gong's expression changed again at this moment.

He simply couldn't believe his eyes. A little guy with a third level of destiny could actually launch such a terrifying offensive. In the blink of an eye, the giant dragon formed by tens of thousands of spiritual swords was close at hand.

And he actually felt a great threat.

A dignified ninth-level heavenly monk actually felt a huge threat from a third-level spiritual monk. This was simply a big joke. Even if he told it, no one would believe it.

However, for him, this feeling is extremely real.

At this moment, he was going to crush Feng Changge and the other three to death with just a snap of his fingers, but he had an extremely strong feeling that if he really did this, he would definitely fall into an extremely dangerous situation because of this moment of delay.

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Therefore, without any hesitation, he loosened his grip and Feng Changge, Weng Chengen and Xi Mengze, who had been captured, fell to the ground, panting heavily while looking back in confusion.

"boom!"

Song Gong ignored them completely, and when he pinched his fingers together, a harsh explosion shook the world.

Then, a dazzling brilliance rose from between his fingers and palms, and turned into a golden sword light dozens of feet long in the electric light and stone fire, and rumbled down towards the snow-white spiritual sword giant dragon.

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Violent and domineering, seemingly invincible!

At this moment, it seemed as if the entire sky was cut into two pieces by this dazzling golden light. The terrifying energy poured down along the golden light, like the Milky Way rewinding, setting off a roiling air wave with overwhelming momentum.

In less than half a blink of an eye, the huge golden sword light collided with the giant spiritual sword dragon.

"boom!"

The loud noise, like cracking gold and cracking rocks, seemed to shatter the island and even the entire world. In an instant, the golden color bloomed like fireworks, so bright and dazzling that it was difficult to look at it.

The extremely powerful energy rolled away in all directions, and even the space seemed unable to withstand such a violent invasion. It was constantly twisting and undulating, and the ground below was denting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, a storm suddenly arose in an area of ​​100 feet, causing sand and rocks to fly.

Countless monks who saw this scene were actually in a daze, and their breathing seemed to be stagnant.

Lou Yin, Xiong Zhen and Fuling Xue are no exception.

It's just that they are innately strong. After a moment of trance, they immediately woke up and subconsciously exchanged glances, but they both saw a trace of shock that was difficult to conceal in each other's eyes.

Was the person who took action really a third-level monk of destiny?

At the same time, Feng Changge and three other people, who had regained their freedom, had been pushed by the huge force and involuntarily fell backwards. When they barely stabilized their bodies, their eyes invariably looked at the white figure.

It is indeed Nie Huan!

When Xi Mengze saw his face clearly, he was extremely surprised, while Feng Changge and Weng Chengen were shocked, and then they were surprised and happy.

When they heard the sound, they already guessed the identity of the person coming, but they couldn't believe it.

After all, when Nie Huan first entered the "Tianxu Dao Realm", he had only entered the Realm of True Form not long ago, and now in just one year, he can compete with the powerful people of the ninth level of Xiantian Realm without falling behind?

This is too exaggerated!

Now, after seeing Nie Huan with their own eyes, although they were still shocked, the doubts in their hearts no longer existed.

"Not good!"

Compared with the people around him who were extremely shocked, Song Gong's pupils shrank suddenly and his heart skipped a beat. Without any hesitation, he stepped backwards and fell back dozens of feet in an instant as if he had shrunk to an inch.

Almost the moment he left, the snow-white spiritual sword dragon emerged from the golden light in the sky and pounced towards him.

In an instant, the small space seemed to be completely shattered by a terrifying edge. The force that escaped a little bit pulled out a deep pit on the ground like a piece of stone, and countless dust and sand billowed up.

"Boy, who are you?"

Song Gong's face was as gloomy as water, and he roared in a low voice.

Just now, if he had only been a little bit late to avoid it, he would have been torn into pieces by the tens of thousands of spiritual swords that came over him.

"What a powerful sword-controlling skill!"

Not far away, Song Lang gave up chasing Tian Beiqiu, who had been severely injured, and stared straight at the white figure with his eyes.

His face showed deep fear.

There are many swordsman masters in Qingzhou, and there are even a few in the "Huanyun Tianzong". Some of them are even better than him in cultivation, but he has never seen anyone whose sword power can be so huge.

Wait for the situation.

Those people's sword intent is like a small lake at best, but this person's sword intent is like a vast ocean, boundless.

As for the sword-wielding skill of controlling more than 10,000 spiritual swords, it is even unheard of.

But at this moment, such sword intent and sword control skills appeared in a monk with the third level of destiny at the same time. Moreover, the monk seemed to be less than twenty years old. This was incredible.

"Why does a dying person know so much?" Nie Huan smiled calmly.

"A dying man? Are you talking about our brothers?"

Song Gong was stunned for a moment, then laughed angrily, scanning Nie Huan with a sinister gaze, "Boy, what a loud tone, I want to see whether the person who is about to die is our brother or yourself.

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Chapter completed!