C842 This murderous song, I'm sending you to your grave!

That terrifying speed and power caused everything to crumble under the power of that fist, like a fist that had countless dao principles, like a giant meteor sweeping across the entire world, smashing the mountains into pieces, blasting the lake surface out of the tunnel, shattering everything, destroying the entire world!

Zhang Dongcheng was as calm as water, the battle intent around his body erupting like a volcano. Although this was his first time encountering an enemy that he couldn't defeat, he was still very determined.

To destroy the soul? Destroy, then, under my fist, destroy!

"There are also heroes and tyrants. Killing is as chaotic as a hemp, galloping across the world, and they are only praising swords and spears!"

This killing song, send you, Jian Yileng, to death!

"Tyrant Flame Astral Fist!"

A huge fist that made people want to explode, bringing along countless flames that were like stars smashing into the earth, a power that was as vast as a tsunami, caused the entire space to rumble without end, and large chunks of the fist started to collapse. Even with the reinforced strength of the hundred formation masters, they were unable to withstand Zhang Dongcheng's terrifying strength!

Every single punch was solid and unyielding. When the fists and fists collided, it was like an apocalyptic apocalypse, causing the air to shatter and the mountains to shatter. Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom …

The originally beautiful Thousand-island Lake had now turned into a wasteland. It was like two peerless Divine Kings were engaged in a fierce battle here, causing everyone to feel intimidated.

Even the water in the lake exploded in midair, pouring down like rain onto the ground that was full of enormous crevices.

All of the martial artists were dumbstruck. As they watched this earth-shattering battle, all of them widened their eyes and mouths. They were dumbfounded as they stared at this battle that seemed like they were looking at a god of destruction, dumbfounded and at a loss for words.

Jian Yileng was a heaven's pride expert of this generation, and Zhang Dongcheng was a peerless heaven's pride expert!

The murderous song echoed in the magical formation world and echoed in everyone's heart. Everyone was filled with worship as they watched the fierce battle between the two peerless geniuses with dazzled eyes. As they watched their battle raging like a torrential storm, their legs trembled non-stop, and they almost kneeled down to the two of them!

Too powerful, truly too powerful!

The tip of the fist struck apart Jian Yileng's Supreme Demon Fist, Zhang Dongcheng's Tyrant Flame Astral Fist struck fiercely onto Jian Yileng's head, causing a myriad of flames to rage, the head was instantly smashed into pieces, blood and flesh flying everywhere!

After being blasted thousands of miles away, the headless body was sent flying for dozens of thousands of feet before finally coming to a stop after a hundred-mile long ravine appeared on the ground.

But, in less than a second, the headless body stood up again.

F * ck, it's really different to have a soul!

Zhang Dongcheng's pupils contracted. He also felt that it was a little tricky.

The soul was in a soul form, how could he fight to kill Jian Yileng's soul?

"Ha ha-ha ha, you fight, you fight!" Jian Yileng laughed crazily, and felt that she had already won. "Even if you are invincible, you still have the strength to fight back when you are exhausted. Let's see how long you can continue fighting for!"

The warriors who were watching the battle held their breath, watching the two people in the array world staring at each other from afar. The shock in their hearts became stronger and stronger.

Jian Yileng, the head of the Thousand Sword Sect, had hidden herself in the depths of the mountains for thirty thousand years to cultivate.

Everyone knew that he was strong, but they didn't know that he was actually strong. With the strength of a two star nine stage tribulation, it was actually possible to grasp the highest level of Earth to cast a divine soul!

No matter how he was killed or how he was destroyed, as long as his soul was not destroyed or destroyed, he was still an immortal god that no one dared to block!

Yet Zhang Dongcheng, who originally looked like an ordinary kid, smashed this Jian Yileng again and again. The unknown him walked this road, and in an extremely short amount of time, his reputation rose. The title of god of slaughter began to spread.

That murderous song, that man used it as a killing song. It resounded through the skies and made people's blood boil!

Who could win this battle? Who would be the one laughing at the end?

The incomparably cold killing intent in Jian Yileng's eyes condensed into frost, explosively shooting out an earth-shattering divine radiance, as if a dark devil god had descended onto the world, shocking every single warrior's mind. There were blades that made countless people lower their heads, no longer daring to look, as if if if if they would die if they looked again.

His aura was incomparably wild. The entire formation world that was originally over ten thousand zhang in height had collapsed, leaving behind a pile of debris. Waves after waves of energy rippled out from his body. It was extremely horrifying.

Yet Zhang Dongcheng still stood in front of him indifferently, as if there was no one in the world that could make him lower his head. He floated in the air, his eyes clear and indifferent, at ease and at ease.

It was as if he couldn't beat his soul, so what?!

"Let me send you on your way, ant!"

Jian Yileng slowly pulled out her autumn water like longsword from the void. The black wind danced crazily with the wind, and her entire person released an even stronger aura, the killing intent in her eyes poured down like a raging tide, staring straight at the distant Zhang Dongcheng who was as tranquil and tranquil as water.

The silver-white sword in his hand suddenly changed, turning into a pitch-black sword. In an instant, the black light seemed to devour the world, as if it wanted to destroy everything under the sword's blade, as if it wanted to bring death with it.

"Greater Thousand Destruction!"

The waters of the Thousand-island Lake seemed to have received instructions from the God King. They rose up and formed a basin. There was not a drop of water left in the water.

The billions of tons of lake water was swept across by the darkness and instantly turned into water vapor that filled the sky before disappearing. Only countless amounts of water vapor were left and the black blade was filled with killing intent and violence.

It was as if the entire world had submitted to Jian Yileng's sword and it was driving this heart palpitating sword force!

"Sword Rampage – Navy Tide!"

Jian Yileng took out his sword, Zhang Dongcheng took out his sword, and as soon as he made his move, he used the Nine Solitary Sword, the Sword Tide!

Cangyi cold, waves for waves, 100,000 feet for the name of the waves, awe-inspiring grand!

This was a sea of sword light!

Layers upon layers of silver-white sword lights gathered and bloomed around Zhang Dongcheng, as if they were sword blades. They were filled with countless threads of sword aura, as if strong gales were lifting up layers of huge waves, and even rose tens of thousands of meters into the air, as they shot up to the clouds!

That frightful coldness, that layer of sword light that could cause a person's heart to break apart, was enough to send chills down one's spine!

The huge wave covered the sky!

The sword waves were devastating to the extreme!