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Between Zhang Ruochen's brows, a bright white vertical eye opened, observing the surroundings and peering into the illusion.

In the sight, the surroundings were confused. Zhu Qingyi and Yinghuo were still invisible, and their presence could only be vaguely captured.

"Your mental strength is still far behind mine. Even if you use your Heavenly Eye, it won't have much effect." Yinghuo's laughter sounded in the void, as if it was coming from the nine heavens, and it was impossible to capture her position.

Being able to become the goddess of the Temple of the Immortal, Yinghuo also stands out from countless proud women of heaven. She has the strength and means to match her identity. She is unpredictable and unpredictable.

"Zhang Ruochen, today is the day you die."

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

The next moment, the sound of swords could be heard from sixteen directions in the sky and on the ground, and they attacked Zhang Ruochen at the same time. Being in an illusion, Zhang Ruochen couldn't tell which direction was the real attack.

Zhang Ruochen did not panic. While studying the illusion, he used the time sword technique to form a special realm ten feet in diameter.

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

"Swish."

In an instant, Zhang Ruochen performed sixteen sword moves in succession, as if he were avatars of sixteen people, defeating attacks from sixteen directions and capturing Zhu Qingyi's true body.

This time, Zhang Ruochen pursued him and launched an attack to prevent Zhu Qingyi from disappearing into the illusion again.

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

Zhu Qingyi was quite surprised. While resisting, he retreated, leaving behind a series of graceful phantoms in the air.

"Wu Jian."

Zhang Ruochen and Shen Yuan's ancient swords merged into one, blooming with dazzling brilliance like the scorching sun at noon.

Zhu Qingyi couldn't open her eyes, and her eyelids just blinked slightly. The next moment, Shen Yuan's ancient sword had pierced her collarbone, forcing her to keep moving backwards.

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

Zhu Qingyi stretched out a palm and grabbed the edge of Shen Yuan's ancient sword. At the same time, he quickly retreated backwards, and the holy blood continued to flow from the collarbone.

The hatred between the two is very deep and is already unending. 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, Yinghuo took action again. In the illusion, a giant condensed by Xuan Yin Gang Wind appeared beside Zhang Ruochen and struck him with a palm.

Knowing that it might just be his hallucination, Zhang Ruochen had to put away his sword to resist.

What if it’s not an illusion?

It was a matter of life and death, Zhang Ruochen couldn't afford to gamble.

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

"It's really an illusion."

When Zhang Ruochen stared forward again, Zhu Qingyi's shadow was nowhere to be seen. There was only a crimson bloodstain 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. Immediately, dozens of balls of pure annihilation fire flew out of his body and rushed in all directions, like magic lamps suspended in the void.

The Purifying Divine Fire can burn everything in the world, and it can also illuminate the illusion.

"Chichi."

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

Yinghuo and Zhu Qingyi stood side by side, not too far away from Zhang Ruochen. Ying Huo's face was slightly pale, and the illusion was broken, causing a certain degree of damage to her mental power.

The wound on Zhu Qingyi's collarbone healed slowly, and he stared at the flames suspended in the air with a fearful expression: "Jingming Divine Fire, the legendary Jingming Divine Fire, you can actually control this kind of flame..."

Not long ago, in Zhu Qingyi's eyes, Zhang Ruochen was just a small character who could beat him without the ability to fight back. It had only been a while, but Zhang Ruochen was already a formidable enemy that was difficult to defeat for her.

Zhang Ruochen controlled the Jingming Divine Fire hanging in the air, condensed it into a wave of fire, and rushed towards Yinghuo and Zhu Qingyi.

No one dared to directly touch the Pure Fire, and neither did the two of them. Zhu Qingyi drew the holy sword, stimulating the inscriptions in the sword body and activating the Qianwen destructive power, hoping to dispel the pure and annihilating divine fire.

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

"How is it possible that even the Thousand Marks Sacred Artifact can't stop it?"

Zhu Qingyi's face became extremely ugly, and he thought to himself that with this kind of flame and time sword skills, Zhang Ruochen would probably be able to protect himself even if he met the true saint.

Yinghuo waved his sleeves, and the Treasure Book of Ten Thousand Beasts flew out.

The Treasure Book of Ten Thousand Beasts was in the shape of a token. It flew in the air and kept getting bigger. Finally, it turned into a shield more than ten meters long, blocking the two of them and hitting Zhang Ruochen in the opposite direction.

Not only to defend, but also to attack.

The Treasure Mirror of Ten Thousand Beasts was also burned red in the pure fire. On its surface, dense shadows of all beasts were stimulated to appear.

"Brother Chen, be careful behind you."

In the distance, Huang Yanchen gave a sweet shout.

Miefeng Blood Saint restrained his aura, sneaked behind Zhang Ruochen silently, and while Zhang Ruochen was going all out to deal with Ying Huo and Zhu Qingyi, he punched a holy-level fist seal.

This was a blow that he unleashed with all his strength. It was extremely powerful. Even if it couldn't kill Zhang Ruochen, it would still make Zhang Ruochen lose his fighting ability.

"Killing the descendant of time and space is enough for me to become famous. Haha!" Mie Feng Blood Saint laughed.

Zhang Ruochen had long been aware of Miefeng Blood Saint's aura, but he just pretended not to know and deliberately lured him into taking the bait.

Seeing Miefeng Blood Saint take action, the corners of Zhang Ruochen's mouth curled up slightly. Behind him, green flame strands intertwined together and condensed into a ball of pure annihilation divine fire.

"Bang."

The fist struck by the Blood Saint Miefeng collided with the Divine Fire of Jingmie, causing the flames to explode and turn into sparks that shot towards his body.

Every spark that flies past will leave a hole the size of a small finger in Miefeng Blood Saint's body.

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

"ah……"

Before the laughter of Miefeng Blood Saint stopped, a pitiful scream came out of his mouth.

The space shook slightly, and Zhang Ruochen appeared diagonally above Miefeng Blood Saint. With a cold look in his eyes, he struck out a Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, slapped it down, and hit Miefeng Blood Saint on the head.

Fighting with Zhu Qingyi and Yinghuo is a fight for the survival of the race. It is a must-fight and a life-and-death struggle. However, Miefeng Blood Saint was different. He massacred Huang Yanchen's entire clan, and Zhang Ruochen had a huge hatred for him.

"Crack."

Miefeng Blood Saint's skull and spine were shattered by Zhang Ruochen, and he fell directly to the ground, trembling and twitching, but not dead.

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

Gradually, Miefeng Blood Saint's body stopped moving and became shriveled up, losing the breath of life.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the battlefield and saw that the human side had the upper hand. Princess Bai Li used the Buddha Emperor's relic to suppress Bi Fang. Canglan Martial Saint beat Yinghuo and the Death Knight to retreat. Both of them suffered He was severely injured and could only escape while resisting.

"Wow"

Zhang Ruochen used Space Shift, caught up with Zhu Qingyi, stood opposite her, and said, "You can't leave today."

Zhu Qingyi stopped and said, "Are you able to fight me openly without using the power of the Pure Fire and Time and Space?"

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

The Divine Fire of Purification and Time and Space are Zhang Ruochen's unique trump card methods, and they are also part of his own power. Zhang Ruochen can't find any reason not to use them.

Zhu Qingyi had seen the power of the Time Sword Technique and the Pure Fire Divine Fire. If Zhang Ruochen really used these cards and went all out, she wouldn't even have a 20% chance of winning.

"Bang."

Zhu Qingyi did not take action, but retreated directly. His body decomposed and spread apart, turning into more than thirty black light mists and flying in more than thirty different directions.

"I already told you that you can't leave today, why don't you believe me?"

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

The black mist that wanted to escape all changed directions and flew towards Zhang Ruochen instead.

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

The white brilliance formed after the blood-suppressing talisman exploded wrapped more than thirty black light mist, forming chains. Inside the white chain, Zhu Qingyi's body regrouped and fell to the ground, unable to fight back.

Zhang Ruochen held Shen Yuan's ancient sword and pointed it between Zhu Qingyi's eyebrows: "Everything should come to an end."

In the distance, Stu Fengcheng, who was having a fierce battle with Qingxiao, realized that Zhu Qingyi was about to fall, and roared: "Zhang Ruochen, how dare you..."

"Pfft."

Shen Yuan's ancient sword stabbed out, piercing Zhu Qingyi's eyebrows, shattering the sea of ​​​​qi and the holy soul, completely killing him.

"Elder brother..."

Zhu Qingyi's last holy thought made her pronounce these three words, like a farewell, and like there was something else she wanted to say. Unfortunately, everything fell into silence.

Zhang Ruochen mentioned Shen Yuan's ancient sword again without any emotion on his face.

They are all fighting for the survival of the race. Either you die or I die. There is no right or wrong. Since we are on opposite sides, only one will live and the other will die.

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

"Boom."

Qingxiao's fist hit Stu Fengcheng on the chest, causing him to vomit blood. He flew backwards for dozens of miles and hit the ground. His armor was full of cracks.

"You were distracted when you were fighting with me?"

Qing Xiao looked at Stu Fengcheng who was walking out of the rocks. He didn't look happy at all, but his eyes were a little complicated.

Because he knew that his punch just now had severely damaged Stu Fengcheng. Today, it would be difficult for Stu Fengcheng to leave alive. From now on, it will not be easy to find another opponent like him.

It was a rare opponent who defeated him when he was distracted. What is there to be happy about such a victory?

Blood continued to flow from Stu Fengcheng's body, and every step he took would leave a bloody footprint. He didn't stop until he reached Zhu Qingyi's body, stretched out a bloody hand, and gently touched her face.

"It's senior brother's fault for not protecting you."