Chen Luoyang stretched out his hands behind his back and clenched his fingers into two fists.
Xue Haoran and Wang Di saw his dark golden eyes and they were both shocked.
Divine Demon Blood.
Lineage of the Ancient God.
But he looked very strange.
He appeared in the world under the mortal world.
Could he be Chen Luoyang?
Their hearts sank. Before they could say anything, Chen Luoyang had already punched out with both fists.
"Stop, it's my turn."
As he spoke, the two fists condensed into an invisible force and hit Xue Haoran and Wang Di respectively.
After reaching the fifteenth level, the Rudiment Realm, Chen Luoyang's fists might not condense into the appearance of a Divine Demon, but its power was stronger than when he was at the fourteenth level.
But in the eyes of Xue Haoran and Wang Di, they saw different scenes.
In Xue Haoran's eyes, there seemed to be a giant God out of nowhere. It had a human face, tiger claws, white hair, a snake in its left ear, and two dragons on its back.
This god did not make any movements of punching, but it seemed to have occupied Xue Haoran's mind. Other than that, there was nothing else.
The Blood River formed by his sword light was shaking more and more violently. Soon, it seemed to be boiling, and in the end, it seemed to be breaking.
There was an incorporeal force that was pulling at the blood river from all directions.
Every drop of 'blood' seemed to be torn apart by an independent force.
Countless "blood" seemed to be forced to disperse in different directions. Eventually, the whole Blood River would be unable to take shape and would vanish.
Divine Demon Fist, stop!
But in Wang Di's mind, it was a different scene.
He seemed to have lost all light in front of him, and he was buried underground.
In the endless darkness, he could feel the suppressive force of the earth, which was extremely heavy.
In the dark underground, there seemed to be a God. His whole body was shrouded in darkness, and people couldn't see his specific appearance.
The God just sat there and didn't punch.
But the powerful force of suppressing the earth came to Wang Di's senses.
His Earth River was completely pressed underground, and couldn't stir up any wind or waves, so it couldn't fill the ground or gush out.
It was the Houtu style of the Divine Martial Devil Fist.
Chen Luoyang attacked with both fists, and his fist intent enveloped both opponents.
Xue Haoran's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end. Instead, he focused on fighting Chen Luoyang.
"Ru Shou" was the bane of all techniques in the world. Be it saber techniques or sword techniques, they were all included.
However, it was also because of this that the Heavenly River, the Blood River, and the other sacred grounds of swordsmanship had been thinking of ways to deal with or counter this ultimate move of the Ancient God for many years.
At this moment, Xue Haoran was trying his best to resist the adverse effects of "Ru Shou" with the mystic arts imparted by his sect.
But when he fell into the mortal world, he was already injured.
Now that he was facing Chen Luoyang's' Ru Shou ', he was powerless. His situation was even worse than Yang Xuan's.
Blood River was completely suppressed by Chen Luoyang's fist intent. Seeing that it was about to be directly smashed into pieces, he could only barely clench his teeth and persevere.
On the other side, the king's land was not having an easy time either.
Speaking of nemeses, there were usually two kinds.
One was my strength, which happened to suppress your weakness, so you were always restrained.
The other was your strength, which happened to be my strength, but in this aspect, I was stronger than you.
So in front of me, your strength was no longer a strength.
Although Wang Di's Sword of Earth River was unique and mysterious, his sword intent had deteriorated in recent years. Secondly, he was injured like Xue Haoran, so he was particularly weak in the face of Chen Luoyang's "Hou Tu".
Chen Luoyang's fist firmly suppressed him, and it was difficult for him to turn the tables.
And this pressure was getting stronger and stronger, gradually becoming unstoppable. It made Wang Di feel like he was an egg under a mountain rock, and he could only watch himself being crushed.
After Han Mei collected the green fruit tree, she looked back and saw Chen Luoyang's attack. She couldn't help but secretly pout.
He was finally willing to make a move.
As she sized up Chen Luoyang's attacks, she also observed her surroundings.
Logically speaking, they fell from the Mortal World to the Divine Land together with the green fruit tree, so the weird Portal of the Void should still be there.
Although the Portal of the Void was not stable, it would not close in a short time.
It was caused by the green fruit tree, so the Portal of the Void should be near the green fruit tree.
As she was thinking, she found that Tu Shanyi had quietly approached her.
It seemed that he was afraid that she would run away without paying him.
Han Mei was surprised, "What kind of person do you think I am?"
Tu Shanyi smiled, "Chi …"
As soon as he said the first word, he saw Han Mei's eyes turn cold with a hidden killing intent.
The bald man immediately changed his words, "Miss Han, you have always been a man of your words. Of course, I know about this."
"Then why did you come here to spy on me?" Han Mei asked.
"I just wanted to ask for Miss Han's opinion. Are you interested in joining our sect? I am willing to send a message for you to see our Hierarch," Tu Shanyi said.
After hearing this, Han Mei understood that the "Hierarch" was not Chen Luoyang in the Divine Land, but the Hierarch of the Ancient God Sect in the Mortal World.
But she still shook her head, "The Ancient God Sect is great, but I am used to being alone and do not intend to join any sect. I appreciate your kindness, but I have to disappoint you."
The bald man smiled and did not try to persuade her further. He simply said, "Miss Han, if you are interested, you can come to the Headquarter of our sect anytime."
Han Mei nodded and looked at the three people who were fighting in the distance.
Tu Shanyi did the same.
Seeing that Chen Luoyang was fighting one against two with ease, and that Wang Di and Xue Haoran could not even raise their heads, Tu Shanyi's expression turned serious.
Wang Di and Xue Haoran were both injured, so it was not surprising that they could not defeat Chen Luoyang.
But considering the strange result of the battle in the East Sea, Tu Shanyi knew that Chen Luoyang's attack was far from showing his true strength.
Unfortunately, these two people were not enough to test Chen Luoyang's strength.
Thinking of this, the bald man suddenly felt that something was wrong.
He suddenly felt a sense of sorrow in his heart. Countless sad memories of the past involuntarily surfaced in his mind, causing him to feel sorrow from within.
Tu Shanyi was shocked.
Han Mei, who was beside him, could not help but feel sorrow in her eyes.
She suddenly frowned and turned to look at Tu Shanyi, just in time to meet his eyes.
When they looked at each other, they knew that they were in a similar situation.
This situation was obviously not normal.
They looked up and felt that the key to affecting their emotions was under the blood light suppressed by Chen Luoyang.
"Blood Sea Sorrowful Sutra!"
The two said at the same time.
The bloodline of the Blood River was the first holy land of swordsmanship in the Demonic Way of the Secular World. They were irreconcilable with the Milky Way.
According to the legends of the Secular World, the highest achievement of swordsmanship of the bloodline of the Blood River was the three major sword techniques. They were created and passed down by the most powerful masters in the history of the Blood River, and were continuously studied and polished by the later generations. Today, all of them shocked the world and made ghosts and gods cry.
One of the three major sword techniques of the Blood River was called Blood Sea Sorrowful Sutra. It was created by the seventh generation Patriarch of the Blood River, "Blood Sea Sorrowful Heaven", Xue Sorrowful Dragon.
Its swordsmanship was mysterious and extremely evil. It could infuse people's emotions into the sword. The stronger the sorrow and anger in the heart, the more powerful the swordsmanship.
At the same time, once the sword was unleashed, thousands of people would mourn together. The sea of blood would descend, and the world would mourn together.
Wherever the sword will passed, the enemy's fighting spirit would be completely destroyed. They would only be left with extreme sorrow and despair. They just wanted to wait for death and had no strength to resist.
Under such circumstances, the gap between the two sides, who were originally similar in strength, was instantly widened.
If it was originally a situation where the enemy was stronger, then the gap between the two sides would be pulled closer, and the weaker side would have the opportunity to defeat the stronger side.
Since the appearance of the Blood River Sorrowful Sutra, it had been famous in the secular world. Since ancient times, it had created many legendary achievements of the descendants of the Blood River defeating their seniors.
However, this sword technique was difficult to cultivate. Even though the Blood River Sorrowful Sutra took the path of elites and the disciples were all sword arts geniuses, few could successfully cultivate this sword technique.
Tu Shanyi had discussed it with others in the Ancient God. Everyone speculated that in order to cultivate this sword technique, one must not only be talented in swordsmanship, but also have a unique understanding of emotions and will.
Xue Haoran, who was in front of him, was not compatible with the sword arts of the Blood River Sorrowful Sutra.
Under the influence of the "withdrawing" fist will, the Blood River sword light, which seemed to be on the verge of shattering, condensed and compressed, and finally turned into a small blood spring.
However, this blood spring expanded rapidly. The endless sword will within it quickly turned into a sea of blood.
The sea of blood looked calm, but endless sorrow came from the bottom of the sea.
Affected by the sorrow, even Han Mei and Tu Shanyi, who were at the periphery, felt sorrow in their hearts, as if they were about to break their hearts.
In the sea of blood, the sharp sword will was unprecedentedly strong.
"This sword move of yours is more impressive than your other sword arts."
Chen Luoyang's voice sounded.
Along with this sentence, there was suddenly a shrill roar, which seemed to be even sharper and sharper than Xue Haoran's sword will.
Endless golden killing intent spread out, diluting the desolate mood.
Everyone present seemed to have realized something.
Divine Martial Demon Fist, Chi You!
Chen Luoyang performed "withdrawing" and "Chi You" together, facing Xue Haoran's Blood Sorrowful Sutra head-on.
White gold and dark gold light intertwined and shrouded the sky.
The sword light in the sea of blood also burst out with a determined momentum, facing the fists of the gods and demons.
At this moment, Wang Di put aside his sectarian bias and used his Great Rule Sword to help Xue Haoran.
Under the effect of the Blood Sorrowful Sutra, Xue Haoran's sword aura was stronger than usual.
At this moment, Wang Di was the leader, and he was the support, acting as a solid shield.
The sword wills of the two sides faintly resonated.
In the vision of Han Mei and Tu Shanyi, the two swords, one righteous and one evil, disappeared.
In front of them, there seemed to be only an unparalleled divine sword with the earth as its body and the blood sea as its edge!
Chen Luoyang's expression did not change. He continued to punch with both fists, facing the sword head-on.
He hit the divine sword heavily!
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