Purgatory

Chapter 458 Respect from the opponent!
The roar of the Yan clan was like thunder.

The wave of flames emerging from her body chilled all the Yao clan warriors who were about to make a move. Several reckless people who should have lost their minds were also shocked by her and calmed down.

The son of the god of the Yao clan died in battle.

The Lieyang Sect's mountain gate was almost razed to the ground due to the outbreak of this battle.

Pang Jian, who had entered the realm of annihilation for the first time, and Lie Yi, who had an eighth-level bloodline, both used their divine weapons to exert their own methods, leaving an eternal imprint on this world.

The surface covered with fragments of rock ice burst into many cracks, from which golden glow and strange light escaped.

The strong foreigner with sharp eyes and vast supernatural powers gathered his strength to penetrate downwards, and vaguely saw underground veins releasing golden radiant rainbow light.

You can also see pieces of golden obsidian, red flame stone, and sunstone.

They clearly knew that the power of the two men had torn the earth apart, revealing the spiritual veins hidden in the Lieyang Sect and revealing strange mineral veins.

Due to landslides and ground fissures in this area, many unpredictable events will occur in the future, which may cause the spiritual veins to shift.

It is also possible that the veins that breed the ore will wither and die.

Just the collision between the Nirvana Realm and the eighth-level bloodline actually severely damaged the land, which will have a profound impact on the entire Qiantian Continent.

"Pang Jian!"

Many foreign warriors whispered this name.

These two words, if given great power, become unbearable.

A mixture of horrified and angry eyes were focused on that battlefield, looking at the tall and upright figure in blue clothes that was not stained with blood and whose face was sharp and angular.

At this moment, Pang Jian looked like the world-famous divine sword of Jianlou, with its sharp edge clearly visible.

After today, Pang Jian's name will be as widely circulated as his master Li Zhaotian.

Spread among the alien races in the entire fifth world!

——Because he killed the divine son of the Yao clan.

Thinking of the endless sword rays before, each one containing a different true meaning of swordsmanship, the foreign warriors who looked at Pang Jian felt a sense of depression as their minds were suppressed.

The Sword Tower is really an insurmountable mountain, suppressing fifth-level geniuses like Lie Yi.

Thinking back to those days, when the five great sword gods existed in their heyday, how beautiful and arrogant the sword tower must have been?
The faces and moods of the foreign warriors from all sides became complicated, and they inevitably thought of more stories related to the Jianlou.

And in every story, as long as it covers people from the fifth realm like them, the Jianlou side is always the winner.

The losers are very few.

Very few of the losers of the Jianlou died in a respectable manner, and they would always bring along several alien backers of the same level.

"Pang Jian!"

While most of the foreign warriors felt depressed, the girl from the Demon Scale tribe holding a serrated sword showed uncontrollable excitement on her beautiful face under the silver scales.

Her sharp and cold eyes suddenly shone with a dazzling light.

Her fighting spirit was high, her blood was boiling, and every fighting cell in her body was filled with the desire to fight and kill.

Because there is Pang Jian in Purgatory, because Pang Jian is a human race, and because there is this opponent!
Her life, which is neither long nor short, seems to have a higher value and meaning!

"Such a character and such a sword tower deserve my highest respect!"

Xuanying howled inwardly.

She put down the long knife that had destroyed countless mountains and rivers, and her refined and explosive body stood quietly on the blade.

Of her two small hands covered by scales, one was placed on her heart, and the other was a fist held between her eyebrows.

This is an ancient ritual of the Demon Scale Clan, which represents respect for... the dead!

Only when the opponent whom the Demon Scale warriors truly recognized and killed with all their strength died in front of them, would they express their respect with such etiquette.

Xuanying's posture meant that in her eyes, Pang Jian was such a powerful opponent.

It also means that she firmly believes that Pang Jian will eventually die in her hands.

Her actions and her salute made those frustrated Demon Scale warriors become more motivated one by one.

Yes, we also have Xuanying, she is younger than Lie Yi, and she is destined to be stronger than Lie Yi!
The Demon Scale warrior thought so.

"Pang Jian..."

High in the sky, among the raging and burning fireballs, was a peerless Yan tribe woman with long fiery red hair.

Thousands of fire crystals the size of fingernails are scattered in the flame light ball. If you zoom in on each fire crystal, you can see a texture law involving the avenue of flames.

When she was just watching the battle in the air, she was still distracted by the Tao engraved in the flames of the God of Fire.

She knew very well that as the dirty power continued to rise, the ninth-level strongest warriors who used the dirty power to temper their bodies and refine their souls would hopefully be promoted to level ten.

The number of true gods of the human race is closely related to the total amount of spiritual energy in the purgatory world.

The tenth-level warriors of the alien race have a deep connection with the dirty supernatural powers.

Seven is originally the limit for a tenth-level alien blood warrior, but as the filthy supernatural power continues to surge, the limit of seven can be broken after a while.

Her rugged bloodline, combat prowess, and body forging have already met all the conditions for promotion to the tenth level of bloodline.

What she lacked was always a spot.

Promoting to the tenth level of bloodline, breaking through the heavenly ban of purgatory, and flying in the vast expanse of the galaxy has always been her ardent pursuit.She is about to become the eighth level [-] warrior. She has always been conceited and arrogant. She once thought that only Li Zhaotian could take the lead in the Jianlou.

But Li Zhaotian failed to become a god.

Before today's battle broke out, she, like many people present, felt that since there was no sword god born, the sword tower of this era was not something to be afraid of.

Now, she knew she was wrong, and very wrong.

"Hoo! Hoo hoo!"

Pieces of fire crystals disappeared around her, flying away from the burning fireball.

Inside the fragmented fire crystals, there were all cruel scenes of Pang Jian swinging his sword continuously at the end, covering Lie Yi with endless sword light, and cutting Lie Yi into a pulp.

"This should serve as a warning to all of us."

"I will distribute these fire crystals to the generals of all races in the fifth realm to let them know how Lie Yi died."

"The war with the human race has just begun. We have only won a very small victory. We have been suppressed for more than 3 years, and our many subsequent missions to the sky have all ended in failure."

"It's because there is Jianlou and there are people like Pang Jian!"

Qi Xu raised his arms, and the fire crystals imprinted with Pang Jian's killing of Lie Yi flew out from the Qiantian Continent and fell to the fourth and fifth realms.

At this moment.

The foreign warriors gathered here are using various secret weapons to communicate with the strong men in the clan and inform them of the outcome of this battle.

As the absolute protagonist, Pang Jian stood above the "Heart of Winter" as if no one else was watching, holding the Source Demon Sword in his hand and lowering his head.

He was still immersed in the strange and changeable sword techniques.

Lie Yi is dead and the battle is over.

But the true meaning of swordsmanship that he has comprehended has not yet been evolved to its extreme, and has not yet exploded into its strongest power!
He didn't move and didn't care what the foreigners thought, because in his extremely active soul consciousness sea, his golden soul was still deducing the subsequent sword techniques.

Thousands of dazzling sword lights flew through the sea of ​​consciousness in his soul and intertwined in his Dantian.

It was also in the sword command he held in his hand.

"Sword, sword art, chaos sword art..."

He didn't speak.

But the voice of his heart, his soul, and his thoughts and wills sounded from his own secret cave.

The Dantian is broken, the sea of ​​soul consciousness, the divine pool of creation, and the internal organs.

They all have hidden sword intentions!

The silent Pang Jian was radiating sword energy all over his body. After Lie Yi's death, he actually entered a mysterious and mysterious realm of sword enlightenment.

The unfinished sword, the incomplete sword, dragged him to the realm of sword-seeking gods that only generations of sword gods could accidentally enter!
Gradually, some powerful high-level foreign warriors realized that Pang Jian actually entered a mysterious state of sword enlightenment after killing Lie Yi.

He simply didn’t pay attention to them!

After a human boy killed the Yao Clan Godson in the fifth realm, he did not leave in a hurry, nor did he shrink back into the depths of the ground in fear.

He actually learned the sword under their noses!
"This is too much! Master Qi Xu, this kid is so arrogant! He relies on your promise to dare to learn the sword so presumptuously. He is slapping us all in the face!"

"Lord Qi Xu, either blast him away or kill him!"

"It is rumored that the swordsman in Jianlou is extremely arrogant. I saw it today! Lord Qixu, if you let him continue to master the sword like this, he will continue to humiliate us!"

The soldiers of all ethnic groups were excited.

Stepping on the dazzling shadow of the serrated sword, the woman who regarded Pang Jian as the strongest opponent in her life quietly shone with brilliance in her sharp eyes.

She pursed her small mouth under her scales and whispered: "Interesting guy, I like his arrogance and his arrogance."

Next to her, the Demon Scale warrior, who had silently admired her for many years, heard her whispering to herself.

This strong man who had been with her for many years looked at her blankly.

This person has never seen such a brilliant light bursting out of her eyes at this moment.

She has never really looked at all the Demon Scale warriors in the fifth realm, including the so-called peerless geniuses like Yu Qing and Lie Yi.

She actually showed brilliance to a human boy!
Sudden.

"Shut up and wait for him to wake up!" Qi Xu from the Yan clan shouted angrily and scolded him rudely: "What? Can't afford to lose? Lie Yi is already dead. He won in a fair and just way, without any despicableness. means."

"It is natural for the winner to humiliate the loser!"

"He just mastered the sword and used the previous battle to consolidate his swordsmanship. Such an opponent deserves your higher respect and can also deepen your impression!"

"Just wait for him to wake up and watch him return to the second world!"

Qi Xu fought against all opinions, suppressed all the clamor, and sat here personally to wait.

This wait lasted several days.

One morning, under the gaze of nearly ten thousand foreign warriors, when the first ray of sunlight fell, Pang Jian suddenly opened his eyes.

He bowed slightly toward the ever-present ball of flame high in the sky, and soon soared into the sky.

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(End of this chapter)