Mu Bai seemed to have stopped breathing. His eyes were fixed on the thousands of thunder arrows shot from the air, and his back felt cold. This was the full blow of a saint-level master! The power was enough to destroy half of the imperial city.
Tang Sheng snorted coldly, and the sword soul hovering above his head once again grew dozens of times in size, reaching nearly 500 meters in length, and flew directly towards the thousands of lightning arrow souls.
Boom——
A series of dense explosions sounded, and the space seemed to be shattered by a powerful impact, revealing countless terrifying twisted black holes.
In a blink of an eye.
Then he saw that the thousands of lightning arrow souls were crushed to pieces by the green sword light, turned into countless fragments, and disappeared in mid-air.
"Pfft!"
The red-haired middle-aged man opened his mouth and spurted out a stream of red blood, and his face turned extremely pale.
This most powerful move, Ten Thousand Arrows Killing God, poured all his soul power and telekinesis into it. At this time, it was easily broken by Tang Sheng. He himself was also greatly affected and suffered serious internal injuries.
In the blink of an eye of the red-haired middle-aged man, a green light of death came towards him, directly piercing his eyebrows.
Pillars of blood spurted out, and the red-haired middle-aged man kept his eyes wide open. He couldn't believe it to the end of his life. With his strength, he could be killed in one move.
"If anyone touches me even an inch, he or she is seeking death, hehe."
The original smile returned to Tang Sheng's face, he opened his mouth wide and took his Creation Fighting Soul back into his body.
Mu Bai looked at Tang Sheng's back with a shocked expression. He felt his throat felt dry and quickly swallowed a cup of boiled water. He couldn't believe that Tang Sheng had killed a saint-level master effortlessly.
Tang Sheng turned around and glanced at Mu Bai, then suddenly walked up to the body of the red-haired middle-aged man, stretched out his right palm, and a rotating black vortex suddenly appeared in his palm, full of infinite suction, and he suddenly felt middle-aged.
A milky white light was sucked out of the body.
This light was about the size of a fist. It was a red-haired middle-aged fighting spirit. It seemed to have consciousness. After being absorbed by Tang Sheng in his palm, he kept struggling to escape, but the adsorption power in Tang Sheng's hand was so terrifying that he couldn't stand it at all.
There is no chance of escape.
"It's not a waste of time for me to accept an intermediate saint-level fighting spirit." Tang Sheng squinted and smiled. A dark red gourd suddenly flew out of the sleeve of his right hand, and he collected the fighting spirit in his hand.