Zhang Ruochen stood with his sword in hand. The streams of time that had originally exploded condensed and flowed around him.

His eyes were full of amazement and he said: "It is indeed half a step to be free. It is amazing. I have gone all out and used the strongest tactics, but I still can't hurt you at all. Is this the absolute gap in realm?"

The Lord Judgment heard it very harshly.

Every word Zhang Ruochen said seemed to humiliate him.

There are younger gods from the Temple of Destiny watching over there, are they really not leaving any face to him?

Originally, Lord Judgment wanted to admit defeat directly, but at this moment, he was inspired with overwhelming fighting spirit and said: "Lord Ruochen is worthy of being the leader of the new generation. The name of the young ancestor is not an exaggeration at all. Today, I can be regarded as a leader."

Hit a spot. Lose, I have lost! But I think the Lord Ruochen is not having all the fun, why don’t we compete with the remaining two moves?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "That's exactly what I meant!"

Lord Judgment took a stance, and the corpse soil under his feet became increasingly brighter and redder. The Judgment Blade in his hand bloomed a thousand times brighter than before, and the power of the divine weapon filled the area billions of miles away.

Gods such as Qing Feiwei must stand in the protective divine light of Lord Tianming in order to withstand the powerful impact of the Blade of Judgment.

The Destiny Light Gate slowly rises, emitting light that can suppress Zhang Ruochen's cultivation and combat power.

Obviously, Lord Judgment will go all out to meet Zhang Ruochen's second blow!

However, Zhang Ruochen put away Shen Yuan's ancient sword, put his hands behind his back, and said, "This second move is not as good as yours, sir!"

The Lord Judgment was stunned, but after only a moment, he said: "Okay!"

After knowing Zhang Ruochen's strength, Lord Judgment will naturally not hold back at all, and must use this blow to regain the face he lost just now.

Countless soul shadows emerged from the corpse soil and surrounded the Judgment Blade.

Wisps of blood-red mist flowed from the mouth and nose of the Lord Judgment, blending with the magical power being used.

"Hundreds of billions of undead, God's Red Mist. He actually directly used the magical power of the gods to kill the undead!" Lord Tianming laughed, and immediately understood that Lord Judgment was really angry, and at the same time he was looking forward to it.

Now that he has used this move, I believe he will be able to bring out Zhang Ruochen's true strength.

Zhang Ruochen's strength will determine how much price he has to pay to resolve the grievances and conflicts between the two, and how to manage their future relationship.

Venerable Tianming is a person who understands current affairs and knows how to look at problems in the long term. He always leaves an extra way for himself.

Because of this, even if the Fierce God Lord falls, he can still be in charge of the Tianming Department.

Lord Judgment came out to attack.

It is the magical power of the gods and the slaying of the dead.

With the blessing of the artifact and the Gate of Destiny, this blow caused the entire void world to boil. That surge of domineering power could crush a large world.

There were roars in Zhang Ruochen's body, and every bone collided like thunder.

"Wow!"

Standing still, countless shadows appeared around him.

Each phantom creates a different punch.

These shadows and punches gathered on him again in an instant, his arms moved forward, and he punched out.

The Taiyin Divine Sea appeared under his feet, boundless and with waves rising thousands of feet.

On the arms, the Kirin gloves grow scales, releasing the aura of ancient mythical beasts.

"Fudomeio Fist!"

Lord Judgment felt an ancestral power in Zhang Ruochen. His indomitable momentum was affected, and his strength stagnated slightly.

Zhang Ruochen accurately seized this opportunity, took a step forward, and transmitted the power of his fist at a faster speed.

"Boom!"

Kirin's light and shadow, the original divine sea, the power of the fist, the evil aura of heaven, the hundreds of billions of undead, the murderous aura of judgment... all kinds of forces collide together and dissolve in pairs.

Finally, the Kirin Gloves and the Judgment Blade collided directly.

"Bang!"

The power of the artifact spread in all directions, but it was actually a stalemate.

Naturally, Zhang Ruochen would not be stupid enough to compete with Lord Judgment to see who has the deeper air, so he directly shouted: "Third move!"

Just when Lord Judgment believed that Zhang Ruochen would never escape the suppression of his own power, Zhang Ruochen's figure disappeared from under the blade of Judgment!

"not good!"

It was too late to dodge, and the Lord Judgment was forced to shrink his body immediately.

"Whoosh!"

Even so, there was still a sword mark on his neck.

Zhang Ruochen appeared eighteen feet behind him. The two index fingers and middle fingers of his right hand were pinched like swords, and corpse blood was flowing from his fingertips.
Chapter completed!