599: C599 Terror Descends

C599 Terror Descends

The color of blood soared into the sky. The Qilin madly rushed inside, controlling the endless whirlpool to shoot up into the sky.

The blood-red horn on his head flickered with a dense, evil, foul air. It was as if it wanted to use the blood color to pierce through the sky.

In the air, the sword mark could clearly feel the Qilin's resistance and its falling speed was even faster.

In the blink of an eye, it had reached the Devil Nest.

Boom!

A loud sound echoed out.

The tip of the sword slashed down, causing the entire space to tremble.

BOOM!

Then, a layer of sword qi exploded and space itself exploded.

Streams of air instantly exploded within the Devil's Nest, crushing everything in their path. It was as if they were going to annihilate all living creatures in the Devil's Nest.

The might of the sword mark was unstoppable.

Yang Fann took a step with his right foot and the Qilin took a second step.

Broken Mountains and Rivers!

However, this time, Yang Fann didn't want to attack, but to stabilize himself. Standing still.

At this moment, Qing Xinjiang also pulled out the third sword from the sword case on his back.

It was an enormous sword, incomparably heavy. Qing Xinjiang held the unsheathed sword in his hand and revealed his appearance.

This sword was about seven feet long, almost the same height as Qing Xinjiang. At this moment, Qing Xinjiang held it in his hand and thrust it deep into the ground, forming a sword qi barrier.

As for the others, they felt like they were facing hell on earth. Under the terrifying deterrence of this power, the fear of death burst out from their eyes.

Some among them were also using their power to resist. However, to be able to rely on their own strength to stabilize under the impact of such power was extremely rare. There were merely a hundred people among them.

As for more people, under the impact of this force, they fell into the whirlpool. They were turned into energy by the crazy circulation of the Qilin's power.

Roar!

At this moment, the cry of the Qilin also rang out, and its body soared up into the sky from within the scarlet vortex.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The Kirin's body moved through the vortex, and this vortex carried all of his strength. No, it wasn't just carrying it. It could be said that because of the blood-coloured vortex, the Qilin's power was unleashed to the greatest extent at that instant.

He was a berserk beast.

His existence was extremely evil!

And this blood-colored vortex in front of him was formed by endless killing and the accumulation of blood. Its aura of resentment soared to the heavens, and its bones were like mountains.

At this moment, when the power of a Qilin was combined with the power of a Qilin, it was known as the Evil of Evil, the Evil of Limit.

Thus, wherever the Qilin passed, space started to crack inch by inch. The entire cave started to collapse, as if it was going to bury everyone here.

Yang Fann's face turned serious: "Is there any hope?"

The Qilin's power was very strong, more terrifying than anything he had ever faced up until now.

"That's impossible. Although I don't know why the Qilins are a little stronger than me now. However, you do not understand the owner of this sword scar. " chalk shook his head.

He did not say more.

However, he had already told Yang Fann the answer.

There was no hope!

However, Yang Fann didn't know what to do. Stop it? Kirin's fight was clearly a battle of honor. He was no longer afraid of death, he just wanted to wash away his shame. If he could stop it, would the chalk be indifferent?

Obviously, it was because the chalk saw through this that it became so exasperated that it acted as a wall watcher.

"What do we do now?" Yang Fann asked.

Whether it was him or the chalk, it was impossible for them to just let the qilin fall like this in front of them. Especially for chalk, even if its relationship with a Qilin was not as good as that of a Vermillion Bird or a Five Elements Divine Beasts, it still wouldn't be a hostile relationship.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been suppressed by the same power.

"I'm not going to do anything. I'm just going to watch." "Wait until Kirin loses." Cretaceous said.

"Hmm?" Yang Fann was stunned.

He was somewhat puzzled.

If the Qilin failed, even if it didn't die, it would still be seriously injured.

"You listen to what I say. "I'll just look at it now." said the chalk gravely.

Yang Fann went silent and no longer said anything. He did not understand why chalk had made such a choice, but he accepted it in his heart.

Not to mention that he didn't have the ability at all.

More importantly, in his heart, he already regarded chalk as one of his own. As for the Qilin, it was a completely foreign existence. Their only expectation was only for the warbeasts mentioned before the chalk.

With a thought, Yang Fann no longer hesitated on this question and looked into the sky.

Dark dust rose up from the sky in all directions, and a blood-red color dyed the entire sky. At the same time, the sword slashes also collided with the blood-colored vortex.

Swish!

The sword pierced through the blood-colored vortex, and it instantly stopped rising.

It was silent for a moment.

After that, it directly split into two, falling down from the sky.

The sword-strike caused the vortex to collapse.

Kirin's figure was revealed to the world.

It couldn't even withstand a single blow!

The gap between the two was simply too great. Even if it was a Qilin, because of some methods, it still retained some of its strength. In fact, through his own schemes, he had even created this blood river, greatly increasing his power.

But now, it had finally become a joke.

Not bad, a joke.

The difference was too great.2

There was no way to compare the two. There was an intrinsic difference between the two. Even though the Qilin tried its best, it was still shattered by the sword slash.

"An ant."

Suddenly, a sound burst out from the sword slash.

In an instant, the bodies of countless people exploded. The single word caused them to be unable to endure it any longer. Their souls vanished, and their fleshly bodies collapsed.

Only Yang Fann and Qing Xinjiang were both sent flying.

If it wasn't for Yang Fann's tyrannical body and the Qilin's power suppressing him, he probably wouldn't have been able to withstand it.

Qing Xinjiang's long sword had been broken and was covered with cracks. He had fainted on the spot. Even Yang Fann felt his soul tremble at this moment.

Even chalk wasn't spared. At this moment, his body was next to Yang Fann.

He, who had already injured his origin ability, was now even more seriously injured. He couldn't even raise his eyelids.

"Kid, imprison him!" the chalk finally said.

After he finished speaking, he fainted.

Yang Fann thought for a bit, and then directly threw him into the Crime Suppressing Pagoda. He could not stand by and watch the chalk fall into crisis. And the only place he could get his hands on right now was at the Crime Suppressing Pagoda.

Afterwards, Yang Fann looked at Qing Xinjiang, waved his hand, and retracted Qing Xinjiang into his Crime Suppressing Pagoda.

Now that they had fainted, it was too dangerous to stay here.

Then, Yang Fann looked towards the crowd.

Countless casualties!

It could be said that they didn't even have one in a hundred. What was left behind wasn't how strong their cultivation was, but rather just luck.

A single word, a single voice … they were all terrifying to such an extent.

Yang Fann was completely at a loss. If this sword mark really contained the will of the sword master, how strong would his original body be?

Was there still any hope for him to imprison the sword mark on the chess board?

"You … Unexpectedly, it wasn't the power of the seal, but the real body's attack. Hahaha, I didn't expect that even after ten thousand years, you still aren't willing to let us go. If that's the case, then let's kill each other. " At this moment, the Qilin roared.

His eyes were filled with viciousness as he bowed. After which, he instantly dashed through the air.

"If it wasn't for the restrictions of the World Laws, this sovereign would have personally come here." You should not have been born. " Within the sword mark, a voice silently fell. Then, the sword mark changed direction and directly slashed at the Qilin.

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