Chapter 587: Re-Opening the Sword Formation

Liao Teng had seen many cross-realm battles, but the scene he just saw was the most shocking to him.

Nie Tian's talent was extremely terrifying, as he could kill his opponent in one move across six small realms.

Mo Feng was also stunned at this moment. He did not expect Nie Tian's strength to be so terrifying.

He estimated that Mo Yu might not be Nie Tian's opponent at this moment.

"This sect master, your men are dead. Have you tested my strength?" Nie Tian stood in the air, with the energy of true essence flowing around him, and shouted to Liao Teng provocatively.

"Boy, you are looking for death!" In front of so many men, if Liao Teng continued to retreat, then he, the deputy sect master, would be too cowardly. With this in mind, he stepped on the ground, and the ground seemed to shake. His figure rose from the ground and came directly to a place dozens of meters away from Nie Tian.

Liao Teng was full of murderous intent, and his cold eyes flowed over Nie Tian, ​​like a wolf staring at a little sheep.

But unfortunately, Nie Tian is not a lamb to be slaughtered.

"The deputy leader of Huashen Sect is going to do it himself!" The crowd's eyes were fixed, and their expressions were a little excited. Most people have never seen a warrior in the Divine Wheel Realm take action. They were excited to see it with their own eyes.

Nie Tian looked at the person in front of him, and the murderous aura that came to his face made him shudder. This is a kind of murderous aura formed by ordinary people killing people. It is extremely bloody and makes him exude an evil aura.

"Boy, you killed two hall masters of Huashen Sect. If I let you go today, I will not be called Liao Teng!" Liao Teng smiled coldly, and the murderous aura on his body spread out like a tide, covering the space of hundreds of meters around.

Nie Tian was in the murderous space, but his face was as calm as ever. He said lightly: "I don't care what your name is, but you have to pay for the lives of the few people you just killed!"

Just now, in order to force Nie Tian out, Liao Teng destroyed a carriage and killed the three people on the carriage.

The incident happened in an instant, leaving Nie Tian no time to react. He failed to save the three people, so he could only avenge them.

"Boy, you still want my life!" As if hearing a big joke, Liao Teng laughed and said sarcastically: "This sect master wants to see how a warrior of the third level of true essence can break through my divine wheel space!"

As soon as the voice fell, an invisible huge force surged out of Liao Teng's body, instantly filling the surrounding space, and the fierce wind around him stopped because of it.

Nie Tian felt that the surrounding space seemed to solidify, making him feel like he was trapped in a quagmire.

The most terrifying thing for a warrior in the divine wheel realm is the divine wheel space.

Liao Teng suppressed Nie Tian as soon as he made a move, obviously not wanting to give him any chance to fight back.

"Boy, are you scared?" Seeing that Nie Tian's expression became solemn, Liao Teng smiled sinisterly and said jokingly.

"Afraid?" Nie Tian sneered, and the sword intent in his body suddenly erupted, and he shouted loudly: "I also want to see how you break my twelve sword formations!"

After the high-pitched voice fell, a strange scene suddenly happened. The sword intent that was surging around Nie Tian instantly condensed together and turned into twelve pure sword intents, which instantly condensed into human forms in the air.

The human forms condensed by the sword intents were shining with the brilliant sword light and filled with terrifying sword intents. Looking closely, each human form condensed by the sword intent was exactly the same as Nie Tian!

"Huh?" Liao Teng was stunned by the scene in front of him, his face suddenly stiffened, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

Nie Tian's strength was already very strange, and seeing the strange scene in front of him suddenly made Liao Teng more cautious.

"Twelve Nie Tian?" The crowd saw the strange scene in the air, their eyes condensed, and their hearts trembled violently.

They had never seen such a strange scene before. It was incredible that someone could use the sword intent to condense a clone.

"Nie Tian!" Mo Ruxi also saw the scene in the air at this time, and the corners of her delicate mouth curled up slightly, with an unconcealable pride on her face.

Nie Tian had used the Twelve Heaven-Defeater Sword Formation before, but at that time he was only a sword heart swordsman, and could only condense a sword spirit clone. Now he is a sword intention swordsman, so he can condense a sword intention clone.

There is only one word difference between the sword spirit clone and the sword intention clone, but the power of the two is a world of difference.

The sword intention clone is closer to the sword spirit clone than the sword spirit clone, so it can better exert the power of the Twelve Heaven-Defeater Sword Formation.

With Nie Tian's current strength, condensing twelve sword intention clones is a big burden for him, and the consumption of Yuanli is huge. But he has no choice, because only the Twelve Heaven-Defeater Sword Formation can compete with Liao Teng's God Wheel Space.

Otherwise, he would have difficulty even moving in the opponent's God Wheel Space.

"Stinky boy, no matter what tricks you play, you must die today!" Liao Teng had a bad feeling, and his face suddenly became ferocious. He did not wait any longer, and a wolf-head scimitar appeared in his hand. He slashed fiercely, and the void trembled immediately. A huge blade light of a hundred meters whistled out, sharp and sharp, attacking Nie Tian.

"Can you finally hold back and attack?" Nie Tian shouted coldly, and the twelve sword clones around him suddenly soared into the sky. At the same time, the sword in his hand stabbed out, and the surging sword intent surged out, and a sword shadow slashed down.

"Bang Ka!" The collision of the swords actually made a crisp sound in the air, like the collision of steel.

Nie Tian's figure flew backwards directly, and there was a deep bloody wound on his right arm.

Liao Teng was a second-level warrior of the Divine Wheel after all, and Nie Tian was still slightly inferior in a head-on collision.

Nie Tian stabilized his body, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly shouted coldly: "Twelve Heaven-Defeater Sword Formation, open!"

The thunderous sound fell, and there was a sudden violent shock in the void. Suddenly, twelve huge sword shadows of hundreds of meters appeared, reaching the sky and the earth, like stone pillars running through the sky and the earth, wrapping up Nie Tian and Liao Teng.

"Huh?" Liao Teng saw the huge sword shadows that suddenly appeared around him, his eyes condensed, and a chill came to his heart.

"What is this?" The crowd on the ground was shocked to see a huge sword formation suddenly appear in the air.

No one thought that Nie Tian could actually open such a terrifying sword formation in Liao Teng's divine wheel space.

Nie Tian's strength exceeded everyone's imagination!

"This..." Mo Feng was so surprised when he saw the scene in the air that he couldn't speak. He suddenly had an ominous premonition. Could Liao Teng also die in Nie Tian's hands?

In the sword formation, Liao Teng's face was extremely embarrassed. Although he was cautious enough, he still let Nie Tian take the lead.

He could feel that the sword formation in front of him was probably as powerful as a fifth-order spirit formation. Even if he was a second-level divine wheel expert, it would not be easy to break the sword formation by force.

"Nie Tian, ​​this sect master did not want to use this move, but you forced me to do it!" A fierce look flashed across Liao Teng's eyes, and his face suddenly became ferocious. A stream of bloody murderous aura suddenly surged out of his body, and his body was shrouded in a blood mist.

When the blood mist dispersed, it was no longer Liao Teng who appeared again, but a giant demon wolf of a hundred meters!