Slaying Yan Immortal (2)

It could shake the heavens and earth, but it was also like tearing cloth and silk, silent and unmoving.

100,000 swords pierced the chest of the black figure without missing a single one.

The unimaginable power directly blasted his entire figure into fine powder.

Chun Qiu was so shocked that he subconsciously took half a step back.

Jian Wushuang did not let his guard down at all and he looked at the center of the explosion vigilantly.

Then, the black figure that had been blown into pieces slowly condensed, and an unprecedented aura surged.

The entire black mountain's hinterlands and abyss started to boil!

The pitch-black figure condensed, and a pair of green bean-like eyes flickered with rage.

He suddenly waved his hand, and hundreds of vines condensed by Yan Li swept over.

"Jian Wushuang, dodge!" Chun Qiu shouted in shock.

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of vines formed a cage and trapped the two of them.