The crowd started fighting and chaotic, causing chaos in the sky.

The violent energy overflowed, and the light and shadows covered the sky, blowing away all the floating clouds within 100,000 miles.

The two floating islands that were closer were also shaken by shock.

Three minutes later, the battle ended and the sky calmed down.

There is no doubt that all the six commanders of the southern patrol guards in the early stage of the Heavenly Emperor were killed.

Their bodies turned into pieces and blood rain, falling from the sky.

And their souls were all captured by He Wuhen and suppressed in the Blood-Drinking Knife.

He Wuhen and Mu Zichen put away their swords and were about to turn around and leave, heading to Tianhuang Pavilion.

Just as He Wuhen said before, he had no blood hatred with the Martial clan, so he would try his best to fight if he could avoid it.

If the other party takes the initiative to provoke him, he will not be merciful.

He Wuhen thought that this matter ended here.

But he didn't expect that at this moment, a golden hand that covered the sky and the sun suddenly popped out from the white clouds behind him and slapped it down hard.

"A sin, do you want to have the life to escape after killing my subordinates?!"

A cold shout from a young man came, with a strong murderous aura.

The golden hand contains nearly thirty laws of great Dao, with endless power, as if it was about to smash the sky.

Even though He Wuhen and Mu Zichen were strong, they couldn't help but cheer for this palm, and their expressions became solemn.

It was only because of the strength of the attacker that he reached the middle stage of the Emperor of Heaven.

Moreover, this person's understanding and control of the laws of the Great Dao has reached an extremely profound level, even better than He Wuhen.

He Wuhen's expression condensed, and he slapped his palms hard, using a move to break the golden hand.

The power of breaking the Dharma is enough to destroy all the Taoist Dharmas in the world, with endless mysteries.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang.

The golden hand was shattered by the bombardment, turning into golden light in the sky, flying and dispersing.

At the same time, a young man in white clothes, slender and handsome face stepped out of the white clouds and fell in front of He Wuhen and Mu Zichen.

This is a young man from the martial race. He has a diamond-shaped golden mark on his forehead, which contains the ancient and unfathomable aura.

He was wearing a snow-white gown, with long hair draped behind his head, dancing with the wind.

His handsome face was very cold, with murderous intent between his eyebrows, and his cold eyes locked on He Wuhen.

The two stood thousands of miles apart, but their own aura was already in a secret confrontation and tit-for-tat way.

On the surface, both of them looked calm and calm.

He Wuhen raised his eyebrows and asked, "You are Xu Tian?"
Chapter completed!