In the dark night, under the moonlight, a purple sword energy that was more terrifying than before was formed on the Kunwu Sword. At this time, the injured powerful celestial fairy realm opened their eyes, but their gaze was still blurry, and they could only vaguely see a young figure in the sky.

"Someone attacked!" People couldn't help but scream.

But before their voices dissipated in the night sky, Yan Ning's second wave had already fallen!

"Hurry! Take out the magic weapon!"

All the powerful people showed their magical powers. Faced with this threat of death, they all took out their magic weapons. Regardless of whether these magic weapons could withstand the terrible sword energy, they threw them out. For a moment, the colorful light in the sky shone everywhere, like a gorgeous rainbow, instantly illuminating the earth.

"Overbial ability!"

Yan Ning snorted coldly, his eyes were extremely cold, and he saw that the magic weapons that the strong men thought were proud of were all shattered inch by the second wave, and could not even support it for half a second, so he turned into powder in the air!

"This...this is impossible!"

The strong men vomited blood, but they didn't have time to feel sorry for the magic weapon they had obtained through hardships. There were already storm waves in their hearts.

Who is this man in the sky?

Why did he kill us?

And... why is he so strong?!

Everyone was still shocked. The second wave that broke through the defense of magic weapons had already come to their eyes, but after all, the magic weapons played a little role and weakened the second wave a lot.

The strong men have already supported the body-protecting fairy spirit, but even so, they have already frowned, as if they are facing a great enemy!

The second wave fell, and smoke rose everywhere in the ruins. The sound of wailing stopped abruptly. Everyone seemed to hear the sound of bones and flesh colliding, and blood flowed under their feet!

Blood flows into a river, drifting thousands of miles, and can float millions of corpses!

This is the second wave of Yan Qianzhong!

Two swords! The nightmare is coming!

"It's not enough! There are still those who survive!"

What frightened everyone was that the guy who made two earth-shaking moves in succession had not stopped yet. His body drew a nearly perfect arc in the air, and the third sword was about to be nurtured!

"Oh my God...who is this guy?!"

"Why must we be killed!"

"Marie Mary, please save us!"

Amid the shouts of everyone, Mali Mary finally opened her eyes, her eyes slightly hazy, as if she was covered with a layer of white veil.

But when she smelled the pungent smell of blood, the white gauze disappeared instantly, and a terrifying murderous intent burst out in her eyes: "Who is it! You dare to be arrogant in front of me, Ma Li!"

The response to Ma Li was a longer and wider purple sword energy falling from the sky!

Accompanied by the sword energy, Yan Ning's voice exploded in Ma Li's ears!

"Flame Thousand Raised! Three Waves!"

Seeing that the triple wave had appeared, the strong men below had exhausted the last trace of their bodies. Their eyes were filled with fear, anger, and confusion, but at this last moment, they all turned into contemplation of their power!

Three swords! The mountains and rivers are broken!

A sound that shook the sky almost pierced the sky. The earth trembled violently, and the smoke and dust on the ruins rose again.

In just a few seconds, Yan Ning saw that few lives had survived.

All this happened in the flash of lightning, from the death of Liu Daquan to the disappearance of thousands of strong men, it only took a few seconds.

It was also in this short few seconds that those strong men who once ruled one side, were respected by thousands of people, and stood for hundreds or thousands of years, completely turned into a piece of loess, merged with the heaven and earth, and became the real avenue.

Of course, they are just a small piece of sand in the avenue.

Below Yan Ning's body, the originally huge venue had completely disappeared, leaving only huge sword marks that were unsightly.

Jasmine and Yul were still sitting in their original positions, their bodies were spotless, but all the people around them were dead.

On Yuer's left hand, the red chair still had warmth. He raised his head tremblingly and looked at the man in the sky.

This man who killed thousands of strong men in three swords was clearly sitting next to him just now...

"Mo, Miss Moli...is he still Edward?" he asked in a strange voice.

Jasmine smiled faintly. Although she was also surprised, her sense of pride was even better: "Yul, you should be glad."

Yuer nodded, without a doubt... Yan Ning killed all those who surrendered to Ma Li, and Yuer also chose to surrender. If he had not been by Yan Ning since the beginning of entering the field and had a slight emotion with Yan Ning, he might have become a member of the smoke and dust in the sky.

At this point, there were thousands of people in the entire venue, only Yan Ning, Mali, Jasmine and Yuer, and Yu Jiaping standing in front of them.

"Who is he...?" Yuer asked blankly.

Jasmine smiled faintly: "The third master said that he is from Jianzhou, China, named Yan Ning, the Yan of the King of Hell!"

The sound was not loud, but it echoed between heaven and earth for Yan Ning.

Yan Ning smiled slightly: Xiao Moli, actually robbed my lines from the third master?

The robe of Mali was still spotless, but there was no holy light around her. She slowly raised her head and a hint of hatred appeared in her eyes:

"The one you just used was Yan Qianzhong."

Yan Ning nodded.

"Yan Qianzhong is the trick of that guy Lu Qiuyan, why can you do it?" Ma Li asked Yan Ning like crazy, "Are he still alive? If he is already dead, how could you be this Yan Qianzhong?!"

Yan Ning slowly raised the Kunwu sword in his hand and smiled slightly: "No, the Immortal of the Fire Earth is dead, but he asked me to bring you a word."

"What do you mean?" Ma Li was stunned.

Yan Ning stretched out three fingers, and every time he spitted a word in his mouth, he put down one finger:

"Hold."

"you."

"uncle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Ning's body instantly scattered 90,000 meters, and his body rotated again. At this time, Jasmine and Yuer realized that Yan Ning's attack was not over yet!

After emitting the three sword energy that is enough to destroy the world, does he still have the strength to fight?

No...not only does he have the power to fight, he has stronger moves not used!

Yan Ning's voice was like a pop, falling from the sky, with unrivaled pressure, and heavily criticized several people's eardrums!

"Flame Thousand-Fourth Wave!"

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Chapter completed!