Chapter 625

Their vitality was extinguished in the past and future, and devoured in the current age.

They didn't understand the method, didn't understand the Dao.

They didn't even know how they died.

Just at this moment, Jiang Nan's head was filled with thick killing intent, even more terrifying than before.

A True Immortal powerhouse, that is, a powerhouse of the same level as a Mortal World Immortal.

Perhaps not an ordinary True Immortal, but an extremely powerful True Immortal.

Golden light surged, the sea was monstrous, chaos churned, evolving stars, as if creating the world.

Creating heaven and earth, a chaotic world, pressing down.

It was even more as if the entire Immortal Domain was pressing down.

Jiang Nan's eyes were like knives, and he raised his fist and bombarded it.

Still simple and direct, crude and fierce.

I don't know if it was one punch or many, but in an instant, everything collapsed, chaos was hazy, and time and space were disordered.

It was also as if he had fought out the prehistoric myriad worlds, fierce beasts roaring, thunder destroying the world, chaotic golden lotuses... that was the terrifying vision of Jiang Nan's fighting method.

At the same time, from different directions and different time and space, there was killing intent of the same level of terror.

One was a Sword Immortal, as if he were just a sword; this was the true unity of man and sword, and every gesture was a sword.

All were sharp killing.

The sword light was incomparably terrifying; Jiang Nan's fighting fist momentum met it, and this time his fist was injured.

Although it wasn't serious.

Jiang Nan then changed his move, twisting time and space, appearing invisibly, faster than the sword, stepping on the sword body, which was equivalent to stepping on the person who came.

One strike separated the unity of man and sword.

The person who came also had a pale face, blood flowing from his mouth.

"¨々 The defense is too poor, and as for the sword, it's too cheap," Jiang Nan said.

"Hmph." The person snorted coldly, all primordial spirit sword intent eroding.

Jiang Nan's eyes shone, eternal and unchanging, turning into an immeasurable storm, the storm stirring the sea of swords, devouring and twisting up.

He also knew peak swordsmanship, which had long been integrated into his invincible fighting method.

Everything happened at the same time.

There was another True Immortal.

This was a monster, not a human.

I don't know if those two were, but this one clearly wasn't.

Ugly and ferocious.

A pitch-black skeleton all over, not a flesh-and-blood body, the sound of gold and iron horses, crushing heaven and earth wherever it passed.

The Great Dao was also crushed.

Jiang Nan's Heaven-Swallowing Demon prestige, Kunpeng devouring, slapped it down with one strike, and also devoured it.

This kind of brainless flow was the weakest of the three.

"Hmm?" Jiang Nan scanned; that wasn't entirely correct, after all, he was a True Immortal, and still had skills.

Just now could only be considered a frontal feint, and there were dark killing moves.