Chapter 4747

"Boom!"

In the mid air, the breath of Ming war is as violent as thunder, and the terrible war spirit spreads in the void, covering everything like an invisible hand.

"What a strong fighting spirit!"

Nie Tian's face changed and his heart was shocked.

Ming Zhan, the warrior of the Ming clan, has the same fighting spirit as Ming Feng.

But the difference is that the fighting spirit of the Ming war is very strong, far from being comparable to the Ming maple.

This kind of war spirit seems to be the unique strength of the Ming nationality, similar to some kind of blood force.

"Die!"

Ming Zhan was very murderous. He drank violently and clapped his palm. The rolling force rolled down like a waterfall, forming a huge palm shadow in the air and pressing towards Nie Tian.

"The sword cuts the eight wastelands!"

Nie Tian's eyes were slightly frozen. Under pressure, Hao Tian's sword came out of its scabbard. The brilliance of the sword bloomed where the blade crossed.

"Bang!"

In the next moment, there was a dull sound, the hands and swords collided, and the world was shocked.

Nie Tian's body is like a mountain with undetermined lines.

In contrast to the Ming war, it took several steps back, which was enough to stabilize it.

"How is that possible?"

Ming Zhan was shocked. Looking at Nie Tian's eyes, there was a touch of fear in the shock.

He didn't expect that the seemingly ordinary silver haired warrior in front of him was so powerful.

"I repeat, I don't want to be an enemy of the underworld. Don't force me any more."

Nie Tian's eyes sank and opened coldly.

The seven night Hades are powerful. He doesn't want to be an enemy.

More importantly, he felt that after the prison Tianlong gate, someone in the seven night underworld must become the twelve heavenly pillars.

At that time, a warrior of the Ming family will become Nie Tian's companion.

It would be unwise to conflict with the people of the Hades at this time.

"Boy, you hurt Mingfeng. If you say so, it's too late!"

The war spirit of Ming war soared again, a pair of eyes turned dark red, and the terrible war spirit spread like an invisible boundary.

"What a strange war spirit. It can soar to such a degree."

Nie Tian felt the fierce fighting spirit coming from his face, and was even more surprised in his heart.

The strength of the Ming war in front of us is not too strong. Like Sheng Yichen and Zhuo Kunlun, it is just the peak of Diqi.

But his combat power is to abandon Sheng Yichen and Zhuo Kunlun.

Even Nie Tian felt that if he fought alone, Taoism and Mozi might not be the opponents of the Ming war.

"The tiger roars and moves the mountains and rivers!"

At this time, the Ming war roared again. His whole body was like a rainbow. His infinite war intention was outside his body and condensed into a fierce tiger virtual shadow. His fierce momentum seemed to shake the world.

"Roar!"

The next moment, Ming Zhan's fist fell, and the fist wind roared. It turned into a virtual shadow of a tiger in the air and roared.

"Deceive people too much!"

Nie Tian saw this, his eyes suddenly sank, and he cut out the sword. Where the sword shadow fell, he chopped the tiger shadow and tore open the web of war.

"Bang!"

With a dull noise, Ming Zhan retreated again and again, almost unable to stand.

"Ming war!"

Seeing this, Mingfeng shouted and wanted to rush over to help.

"Go away!"

Ming Zhan stabilized his figure, but with a big hand, a sense of war roared out and directly patted Ming Feng away.

"You..."

Ming Feng flew hundreds of meters away and staggered to his feet. Just when he wanted to speak, he saw that the war spirit around Ming Zhan became scarlet and couldn't help but be stunned.

This guy, are you crazy?

The war spirit became scarlet, and the Ming war was clearly burning blood!

Use blood and Qi to stimulate the war spirit and burst out stronger power.

But in this way, the Ming war is equivalent to a fight to the death with Nie Tian.

"I don't want to be an enemy of the underworld, but if you want to die, I will never be polite!"

Nie Tian's pupils narrowed and his eyes were filled with fierce murders.

At this moment, the corners of his eyes appeared, and the devil's inverse pattern reappeared.

The Ming war burns blood and gas, and the war intention increases several times in an instant.

If Nie Tian doesn't show his real strength, I'm afraid something will happen.

"Very good!"

Ming Zhan keenly sensed that Nie Tian's breath had changed, but he was not afraid at all. On the contrary, he was more aggressive and said, "I'm a man of the Ming clan. Why are you afraid of death!"

"If you die like this, don't you die worthless."

When his voice fell, a cold voice sounded, such as the sound of sentencing.

"Saint!"

Ming Zhan suddenly raised his head and followed his reputation. Where he could see was the seven night Hades saint, a woman in white with a veil.

"It's her!"

Nie Tian's eyes coagulated slightly and looked at it.

He didn't realize when the woman in white came.

It turns out that this woman is the saint of the seven night Hades!

"You're not his opponent. That's it."

The saint of the Hades spoke again, her voice was cold, but she was domineering.

"Nonsense!"

Ming Zhan's face changed and said coldly, "I haven't decided with him yet. How can the saint make a judgment!"

"Moreover, the saint's time to come to our family is still short. Do you know the terror of our seven night war!"

The Hades saint was disobeyed in public. She seemed angry, but she didn't speak again.

"Mingzhan, you, how can you talk to the saint like that?"

Mingfeng on one side could not see it, so he couldn't help saying.

"Hum!"

But Ming Zhan snorted coldly and said, "I can call her a saint to give her enough face."

"She is a saint. You admit it, but I don't!"

With that, his whole body's sense of war surged again, surging in the air like a raging wave, shaking the void around him.

Nie Tian frowned on one side, but it was hard to say anything.

He was a little strange at this time. Since the woman in white was the saint of the Hades, how could she have just arrived in the Hades?

And from the words of the Ming war, it seems that not all the people of the Ming clan recognize their Saint identity.

"Is she really Xueer?"

Nie Tian was puzzled again and couldn't help trembling when he looked at the saint of the Hades.

"Presumptuous!"

At this time, a domineering voice suddenly sounded above the sky.

"Night king!"

Hearing this voice, mingzhan's face changed and his horror was written on his face.

He suddenly looked up and saw a crazy bully standing in the sky, wearing a Shura mask, which was the night king of the Styx.

"It's him!"

Nie Tian looked at the man with Shura mask and his eyes couldn't help trembling.

It turns out that this person is the night king of the Hades.

The night King's breath is calm, but inexplicably, it gives people a deep and unfathomable feeling.

Especially after careful perception, you will find that the space in which his whole person is located seems to be separated from the current time and space, which is very strange.

The night king is towering like a mountain, and there is no movement in his hand.

But the next moment, a strange scene happened.

"Pa!"

A crisp slap in the face sounded, and half of mingzhan's face swelled directly, with several finger marks printed on it.

"My subordinates, damn it!"

Ming Zhan was so frightened that he knelt down directly, and his voice was trembling.

"If you dare to say anything disrespectful to the saint next time."

The night King opened his mouth and said word by word, "I will kill you!"