In a day, there is only one palm.

Zhou Wen looked up at the sky, but he could only see the palms between the square inch, as if everything in the world was covered by the delicate jade hand.

The real hand covers the sky, comes from outside the sky, and even the sky is played with by it.

There is nowhere to hide, and nowhere to escape.

Even the people watching the battle could feel the unparalleled oppression of the palm just through the TV screen, as if it was a hand of God who pinched himself to death like an ant.

Zhou Wen's mind was like iron. He suddenly swung his left hand and inserted the Jue Xian Sword in his hand to the ground. He held the hilt of the Slashing Xian Sword with both hands.

The two swords have their own characteristics and can exert different abilities, but now they need to gather all their strength to fight for a life-threatening blow. They can no longer disperse their power, so they can only abandon one sword and fight with only one sword.

Holding the Sword of Immortal Killing in both hands, the power in his body rushed into the Sword of Immortal Killing like a tsunami, causing the sword body of the Sword of Immortal Killing to tremble continuously because of the powerful force influx.

Zhou Wen knew very well that with his own strength, he would fight against the unparalleled attack of the immortal in the sky head on the front, which was tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

That is the real power of the end of the world, the power that can destroy a world.

No matter how powerful the power of the natural disaster level is, it is still within the world. The world has been destroyed, so what is the natural disaster?

"Only by breaking the boundary can there be a glimmer of hope." Under the pressure of the sky and the earth, Zhou Wen looked at the jade hands like heaven, but his expression was as unremitting as an ancient well.

After years of practice, Zhou Wen's mind has been trained as tough as iron and stone. Even if you face death, you can still clarify the pros and cons.

Scenes of past practice flashed through my mind, the eternity of "The First Order of Chaos", the cleverness of "The Secret of Stealing the Sky and Change the Sun", the purity of "The Qi Practice", the weirdness of "The Little Prajna Sutra", the book of "The Taoist Sutra", the fantasy of "The Chronicle of the Demon God", the reverse of the "Ancient Emperor Sutra" and the truth of "The Inheritance of the Demon Gods".

Those paths that Zhou Wen had learned and sought after all, but were cut off by himself.

"The great way is fifty, the sky is four nine, the one that escapes, this one is my way, and it is also the way of man..." Zhou Wen's current situation is getting hotter and hotter.

Born as a human being, he does not need the four elements to be empty, nor does he need to be united by nature, nor does he need to see through the world.

People are human beings. Since they are born in the world, they should live as themselves, not for heaven, not for the earth, only for themselves.

As the palm of the immortal in the sky pressed down, the entire temple was clattering, and the wall of the indelible divine stone that had been cracked, like a giant python entanglement.

The entire mountain was shaking, as if under the huge pressure of the palm, it would collapse at any time.

The power of destroying the world made people frightened and stared at Zhou Wen, who was still holding a sword. Although he prayed countless times in his heart that he could withstand this palm, the anxiety in his heart became stronger and stronger.

At this time, Zhou Wen's figure and the sword in his hand seemed too small under that palm, so small that it could be almost negligible.

"No matter whether you are Zhou Wen or the Emperor of Humanity, in my opinion, it is just a passing cloud. One side is born and the other side is destroyed, and under the sky, life and death are all between my palms." The voice of the immortal outside the sky was like the sound of the way of heaven, surging from all directions, echoing for a long time, destroying people's hearts and souls.

Bang!

The huge pillars of divine stones on the outer edge of the temple, which were like pillars supporting the sky, shattered one by one under the palm press, as if they were rotten wood chips.

"Jump out of the three realms, not in the five elements, the immortals outside the sky are lawless." Zhou Wen lowered his sword in his hand, looked up at the heavens, and slowly chanted in his mouth.

"Yes, I can understand the real difference between you and the deity, and you can rest assured even if you die." Tianwaixian said lightly, and his palm continued to press down, as if he was about to crush Zhou Wen under his palm.

"It's a pity that's just your delusion, it's so sad. If there is still heaven outside the sky, it's not heaven. So what if you jump out of the three realms and not in the five elements, I'll let you know that you are still... in... humans..." While speaking, Zhou Wen held the Sword of Killing Immortal in both hands and slashed out against the sky.

As the Sword of Killing Immortals rose, Zhou Wen's body and sword body were emitting light, which was a kind of light that was not strong but dazzling.

It seemed like a phoenix reborn from the fire and was transforming. With the emergence of light, Zhou Wen and the sword were transforming, and seemed to be burning.

When the sword teared the space and met the palm of the immortal from heaven, Zhou Wen's body and sword body seemed to have completely transformed into a blazing shadow.

The sword and the palm intersect, without the dazzling light explosion, nor the shock wave that tear apart everything, nor even the sparks that were imagined, nor the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed.

The sword blade slashed on the flesh and blood, splitting the flesh on the palm, and blood flowed down the sword blade.

"No... impossible..." The immortal with heaven was distorted, his eyes were filled with horror and incredible.

The power of the end-of-day level outside the sky was broken by Zhou Wen's sword with all his strength. She could not accept it no matter what, and there was such a ridiculous thing.

The five fingers of the immortal Tianwai suddenly contracted, held the sword body, and let the flesh and blood of the five fingers be cut. The sword blade fell into the finger bones, and blood splattered in the palm.

Her other hand once again exerted force from the sky to kill Zhou Wen on the spot.

Zhou Wen was prepared and was about to force the demon baby to help him with this fatal blow.

But before Zhou Wen summoned the demon baby, she saw that the palm of the immortal in the sky suddenly stopped, and her pupils also shrank strangely, as if she had encountered something unexpected and extremely terrifying.

Zhou Wen's eyes passed by the cheeks of the Tianwaixian and saw a familiar face appearing behind the Tianwaixian.

"Teacher..." Zhou Wen was slightly stunned.

The man in white clothes behind the immortal Tianwai was obviously Wang Mingyuan.

At this time, Bai Mingyuan looked calm and filled with energy. He could not see the serious injury of death. He stood behind the immortal Tianwai, pressed his palm on the immortal Tianwai's head, and his five fingers pierced into her skull like hooks.

Although I could not see anything, Zhou Wen could feel that the power on the body of the immortal outside the sky was passing by rapidly.

In just a blink of an eye, Zhou Wen could no longer feel the power coming from the hands of the immortal Tianwai, who was holding the sword.

Zhou Wen stared at Tianwaixian and Wang Mingyuan behind her, and saw that the vitality of Tianwaixian was almost cut off, and his whole body was drooping like willow branches in the broken wind. If Wang Mingyuan hadn't grabbed his head, he would have fallen into the dust.

"You...you..." The immortal who was like a dying old man who couldn't even speak completely, said the word "you" powerlessly, and his head suddenly exploded like a watermelon.

Wang Mingyuan's five fingers were stained with blood, and he looked at the headless corpse falling from the immortals in the sky, as if he was looking at garbage.

"Zhou Wen, you're doing a good job." Wang Mingyuan took out a white handkerchief, wiped the blood from his five fingers, letting the white handkerchief float away with the wind, and then looked at Zhou Wen and smiled.
Chapter completed!