I, the Emperor of Heaven return

Nie Tian's figure stood in the void, his eyes like torches, staring at Mo Zhaojing.

In the third palm, Mo Zhaojing used the giant spirit's true form, the demon bone white lotus, and the power of the demon bone blade was so powerful that Nie Tian's six layers were directly shattered. But he still has a seventh layer of defense, which is his nine-star dragon vein body!

The dragon's energy protects his body, and even the demon bone blade cannot seriously injure him.

Nie Tian's vitality was severely depleted at the moment, but he didn't care at all. He stared at Mo Zhaojing with cold eyes, waiting for the latter to let him go.

"Three palms, Nie Tian really received three palms from Lord Mo Zhaojing!" The crowd looked at the figure in the sky and the whole place was excited. No one expected that Nie Tian actually received three palms from Mo Zhaojing.

Countless pairs of eyes became obsessed, and the looks they looked at Nie Tian turned into shock, awe, reverence, and even worship.

Tang Hao, Meng Fanchen and others were stunned on the spot, with their mouths wide open and unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Tang Hao thought to himself that he could also take on Mo Zhaojing's three palms, but he was at the peak of Divine Wheel strength, and Nie Tian only had the third level of Divine Wheel strength.

Although he didn't know what happened to Nie Tian, ​​Tang Hao determined that his teacher was more terrifying than before!

"Not dead!" Mo Zhaojing was stunned for a few seconds. It wasn't until Nie Tian's voice rang in his ears that he realized what he was doing. He looked shocked and screamed.

He put all his strength into a palm, but he didn't kill Nie Tian. How could this be possible?

"Mo Zhaojing, I am not dead. I disappoint you." Nie Tian raised the corner of his mouth mockingly and smiled coldly: "Three palms have passed, let him go."

Mo Zhaojing's body shook violently, his pupils shrank suddenly, as if he was waking up from a dream, and kept muttering: "Impossible, impossible, this is impossible!"

After a long time, Mo Zhaojing finally calmed down.

Suddenly, there was a hint of cruelty in his eyes. He looked at Nie Tian with trembling eyes and roared: "Let him go!"

In front of everyone in the world, Mo Zhaojing did not dare to break his promise, but there was a strange look in his eyes.

Two warriors from the Mo family stepped forward and gingerly handed Nie Yurou to Nie Tian.

Nie Tian's spiritual consciousness carefully checked Nie Yurou's body and made sure that the latter was fine, and his expression became much more relaxed.

Although Nie Tian and Mo Yu were in a life-and-death duel, Mo Yu had become a useless person and he had no intention of continuing to entangle with them. The Sumeru Martial Arts Association should also come to an end.

But just when Nie Tian turned around and was about to leave, Mo Zhaojing suddenly burst into laughter.

"Nie Tian!" Mo Zhaojing roared, looking at Nie Tian with cold eyes, his eyes were strange and sinister, "For your sister, you took three palms from me, then what price are you willing to pay for Mo Ruxi?"

"Mo Ruxi!" Upon hearing this name, Nie Tian's body trembled and his pupils suddenly shrank.

At this moment, two people appeared behind Mo Zhaojing again. One of them was holding a bed. Lying on the bed was a red-haired woman, who turned out to be Mo Ruxi!

Mo Zhaojing not only kidnapped Nie Yurou, but also kidnapped Mo Ruxi!

"Hiss—!" The sudden scene made the crowd take a breath. Mo Zhaojing kidnapped two of Nie Tian's closest relatives. The first one asked Nie Tian to receive three palms from him, but the second one still wanted to let Nie Tian Receive three more palms?

Nie Tian's energy was exhausted at this time, and it was impossible for him to receive Mo Zhaojing's three palms again.

"Mo-Zhao-Jing!" Nie Tian handed Nie Yurou into Meng Fanchen's hands and was completely furious. The aura in his body suddenly surged. His whole body was as sharp as an unsheathed sword, as if it was about to split the sky.

"Mo Zhaojing, do you know what you are doing?" Tang Hao reacted and was equally angry, roaring in a deep voice.

"Nie Tian, ​​Tang Hao, you all forced me to do this. Since Nie Tian has abolished my son, I will also abolish him." Mo Zhaojingsen smiled coldly and said: "Nie Tian, ​​you want to save Mo Ruxi, Then destroy your Yuanmai!"

Destroy your own vitality!

Mo Zhaojing's words were like thunder, shocking everyone's heart.

He didn't want Nie Tian to receive three more palms, but he wanted Nie Tian to destroy his Yuan Veins. It was really cruel.

In an instant, all eyes were focused on Nie Tian again, waiting for his answer.

"Would Nie Tianzhen really destroy his Yuanmai for the sake of Mo Ruxi?" People were doubting in their hearts.

"Okay, I promise you!" Almost as soon as Mo Zhaojing's voice fell, Nie Tian's voice rang out.

For Mo Ruxi, he is willing to destroy his Yuanmai!

Everyone's eyes stagnated for an instant, and time seemed to have stopped at this moment. Countless pairs of eyes stared at Nie Tian, ​​and the shock in their hearts was all written on their faces.

Nie Tian is a super genius with an unlimited future, but once he destroys his Yuanmai, it will be like ruining his life.

"Teacher!" This time, Tang Hao could no longer control himself. He took a step forward and cried out in mourning.

"Teacher?" The crowd's pupils suddenly shrank when they heard Tang Hao's voice. They couldn't believe their ears or their eyes.

Nie Tian is Tang Hao's teacher?

How can this be!

Everyone froze at this moment, even Mo Zhaojing was stunned on the spot.

Nie Tian ignored the crowd's reaction and took a step forward. His whole body shook slightly, and a powerful force surged in his Yuan Veins.

As soon as his consciousness moves, the nine vital energy veins will instantly collapse.

"Humph, interesting!" Just when Nie Tian was about to destroy his Yuan Vein, a sinister and sinister voice suddenly sounded, "Since this girl is so important to Elder Nie Tian, ​​I will take her away first. "

The faint voice fell, and a mass of black energy suddenly appeared in the void and filled the air.

The two warriors around Mo Zhaojing fell down before they understood what was going on. Mo Ruxi was swept away by the black air. The sinister voice sounded again: "Nie Tian, ​​you killed my son. Only I can kill you. If you want this girl to be safe, come to the bloody land to find me in three days."

The cold voice fell, and the black air disappeared instantly.

"Tang Hao, stop him!" Nie Tian roared, and his blood boiled instantly. In the endless blood light, he stabbed out with a sword, and a huge blood-colored sword shadow of a hundred meters, and the blood-colored sword light bloomed and pressed towards the void.

"Boom!" The sound of the air being cut sounded, and nothing was stabbed under the sword.

Everything happened in a flash, and most people did not react.

The black air was none other than the Pavilion Master of Lingxuantian Pavilion, the ghost!

No one thought that the ghost had been lurking in the martial arts field and had never left.

Tang Hao reacted at this time, his body shook, and he soared into the sky. His Wanjie Ghost Eyes opened, but there was no one in the void.

The ghost's lurking method was too clever. If he didn't take the initiative, he would not be able to detect his existence at all.

"Leave him behind!" At this moment, a delicate cry sounded, and a figure suddenly appeared, and then a red fire column shot out and blasted into the void.

"Ghost, you can't escape!" Almost at the same time, another voice sounded, and in the void, a sea of ​​sword light appeared, and the terrifying sword intent bloomed instantly, pressing along the fire column in the air.