Chapter 345： Prehistoric Sword Art

The three hundred and fortieth chapters of the Great Desolation Sword Art

"Go away for this saint!" Nangong Yuqin's eyes became colder and colder, and when his arms suddenly opened to the sides, the power of death, like a black wave, swept away in all directions!

"Zizi-"

Wherever they passed, a fiery sword with eleven times its might exploded and disintegrated into the air!

Before Nangong Yuqin could breathe a sigh of relief, the 300-meter-high Earth Power Giant Peak rolled down towards her without warning!

Nangong Yuqin couldn't dodge in time, and when he held the sword in his right hand and swung it overhead, the giant peak had already hit her flying sword!

The giant peak weighing three million kilograms, coupled with the falling force, bent her right arm holding the sword, and violently suppressed her head!

"boom!"

Her seemingly soft and boneless left hand pushed fiercely towards the top of her head, hitting the low end of Jufeng!

Jufeng pressed her down like a shooting star toward the high platform!

"Bang-crash!"

The moment Nangong Yuqin retracted the flying sword with his right hand, a dazzling spiritual power was brought up in his right palm, and after hitting the bottom of the peak with all his strength, the giant peak that was as high as 300 meters was torn apart in an instant!

Nangong Yuqin stepped on the flying sword, and without waiting for her to stop her falling body, suddenly, a soul-stirring whistling sound came from the sky, like a ghost crying and wolf howling; it was like a demon rewarding heaven and earth, and the magical sound devoured everything!

Made Nangong Yuqin's hair stand on end!

"Impossible... It's impossible!" When Nangong Yuqin raised her head and saw the scene in the sky, her beautiful eyes revealed extreme shock!

But above her head, a giant mouth condensed by the power of the wind emerged, like a heaven-devouring monster opening its fangs at her!

In the mouth of the wind demon with a diameter of 300 meters, there are endless wind blades filled with the power to tear all things apart!

Now that Tan Yun has entered the ninth level of the fetal soul realm, at this moment, the power of his Demon Mouth of the Wind is ten times stronger than when he was in the eighth realm of the fetal soul realm!

"Who are you!" Nangong Yuqin's face turned pale, "Why can you not only use the power of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, but also control the power of wind!"

Nangong Yuqin was not shocked by Tan Yun's strength, but because of Tan Yun's aptitude!

As we all know, those who can control the power of gold, wood, water, fire, and soil are highly qualified monks, which means that such monks have five kinds of fetal souls, but they will never be able to control the power of wind or other attributes at the same time!

But at this moment, Nangong Yuqin saw with her own eyes that Tan Yun displayed the power of wind again, how could she be shocked?

She had never heard of such a situation!

However, what shocked Nangong Yuqin even more was still behind!

"The Prison of Thunder!" Following Tan Yun's low cry, suddenly, around the huge magic mouth of the wind, the power of dazzling thunder that was as thick as a bucket of water was cruising rapidly like a flood of dragons!

In the blink of an eye, within 1000 feet of the Demon Mouth of the Wind, thousands of dragon-like thunder powers, accompanied by the Demon Mouth of the Wind, descended from the sky with an aura of destruction and ferocity!

The speed is so fast that it gives Nangong Yuqin a terrifying feeling that there is no escape!

The power of wind and thunder has not yet come, and the powerful breath has already caused the force of death on Nangong Yuqin's body to begin to collapse!

"How could this be..." Nangong Yuqin shouted absentmindedly, "Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, how can you possibly control the seven attributes?"

"What do you think? Go to hell!" Tan Yun ignored Nangong Yuqin from afar.

He admitted that Nangong Yuqin was much stronger than Ru Yanchen. But he is conceited, no matter what exercises Nangong Yuqin cultivates to raise her strength to the second level of Soul Refining Realm, she will still be severely injured or even killed by the Devil's Mouth of the Wind and the Prison of Thunder!

However, the result was beyond Tan Yun's expectations again!

"Woooo-"

Ghosts cry and wolves howl, the Devil's Mouth of the Wind, under the control of Tan Yun, suddenly accelerates and devours the tiny Nangong Yuqin!

Just when Tan Yun thought that Nangong Yuqin would be seriously injured, but when he saw Nangong Yuqin, his expression suddenly became solemn. After the force of death on his body disappeared instantly, he exuded an ancient aura!

A milky white ancient power, like a dragon, surrounded her. When the flying sword of death attribute in her hand disappeared, a snow-white and deep flying sword appeared out of thin air!

It is like a flying sword of the best ancient attribute!

"Shhhhhh!"

Nangong Yuqin held his left hand in front of his chest, waving it at high speed, and holding the sword in his right hand, he danced in mysterious trajectories in the void!

When the magic mouth of the wind appeared hundreds of feet above her head, Nangong Yuqin's dancing left hand formed a seal on her chest, and her right hand slashed the sword towards the sky, scolding coldly: "The Great Desolation!"

"Buzz!"

A three-hundred-zhang-long white sword beam erupted in an instant, as if piercing the void, shattering the space with tremors, causing the void to be covered with cobweb-like dark space cracks!

The white sword glow is filled with a strong prehistoric atmosphere, as if it can destroy everything!

"boom!"

"Shhhhhh..."

At the moment when the white sword slashed on the demon mouth of the wind, the demon mouth of the wind disintegrated in an instant, and strands of huge wind blades raged in the chaotic void!

"The Prehistoric Sword Art of the Prehistoric God!" Tan Yun's eyes widened. He did not expect that Nangong Yuqin also possessed the highest-quality dead fetus soul and ancient fetus soul!

He couldn't even imagine that Nangong Yuqin would use the Great Desolate Sword Art!

Because he is very familiar with this sword art!

It was his former subordinate, the patriarch of the Giant God of the Great Desolation: the sword technique used by the God of the Desolation!

In ancient times, the Lord of the Wilderness and the Lord of the Wilderness led the two giant gods of the Wilderness and the Wilderness to descend on the Heavenly Punishment Continent, preventing the two supreme lackeys from destroying the Heavenly Punishment Continent. The battlefield at that time was the battlefield of the gods!

Tan Yun thought of the entrance to the battlefield of the gods, which was occupied by the Soul Immortal Palace, so the Prehistoric Sword Art that Nangong Yuqin cultivated must have been found in the battlefield of the gods!

Just as Tan Yun thought, the nameless sword art that Nangong Yuqin is using now is really a prehistoric sword art, but she doesn't know it!

At the same time, Tan Yun knew the Great Desolation Sword Art, which was divided into three parts: upper, middle, and lower parts, and each part was divided into thirty-six layers!

He could see at a glance that what Nangong Yuqin was using was the sixth layer of the upper cultivation technique!

Although it is only six layers, but now displayed by Nangong Yuqin, whose strength has risen to the second level of Soul Refining Realm, this sword is enough to kill any monk in the third level of Soul Refining Realm!

And his realm is too low, and the magic mouth of the wind is completely vulnerable!

Anger spreads over Tan Yun's chest, and his former subordinate's exercises have fallen into the hands of the enemy!

Tan Yun guessed that the Honghuang Sword Art was already the biggest killer of Nangong Yuqin, and he must use all his means, otherwise, it is very likely that he will die here today!

"The Prison of Thunder - Thousand Flood Dragons Return to One!"

In an instant, thousands of Thunder Flood Dragons merged into a thousand-zhang-long Thunder Dragon!

The wisps of dazzling electric current flowed on the surface of Thunder Dragon's body, and Thunder Dragon swooped down with slender space cracks that were hundreds of meters long, facing the flooded sword glow!