2269: C2269 One Finger Thunder

C2269 One Finger Thunder

Yin Ping's voice carried a hint of mockery and amusement.

As one of the few remaining Divine Immortals in the Huaxia Ground in the 21st century, Yin Ping naturally knew how powerful the Immortal Sword Xie Family was.

Eight hundred years ago, the Immortal Sword Xie Family rose overnight. The Sword God's name shook the four seas, and the entire country was respected.

As powerful as the Taichi Faction, they had many conflicts with the Immortal Sword Xie Family.

Now that he saw the descendants of the Immortal Sword Xie Family being defeated by Meng Ran, Yin Ping was naturally happy to see it happen.

He had no intention of stopping Meng Ran.

At this moment, in the center of the Wushan Combat Circle, Meng Ran was facing the Blood Evil Sword. Not only did he not show any signs of fear, he could only laugh and shake his head.

"This crude method of using blood as a sacrifice to the sword is worthy of being called the Imperial Sword Technique?"

"It seems like the Sword Dao of Xie Family is only so-so."

The moment he finished speaking, Meng Ran stretched out his white jade-like finger and casually flicked it.

In the eyes of all the experts who were watching the battle, this finger was ordinary, without any fancy tricks.

It was like a normal person flicking his finger, he could not even feel the flow of the Genuine Qi.

However, with such an ordinary finger strike, with a loud bang, the entire Shaman Mountain was filled with thunderclaps and violent storms!

It was like a typhoon sweeping across and logging in. It was a violent storm, and even the heavens and the earth were shaken by it!

This finger was like a thunderclap!

Boom!

Meng Ran tapped the tip of the Blood Fiend Vicious Sword with the tip of his right finger, and a thin mist of smoke suddenly exploded from his fingertip!

The giant mushroom cloud on the clouds had just dissipated.

This circle of white smoke, like a nuclear explosion, suddenly exploded in all directions!

Boom, boom, boom!

Like hundreds of heavy tanks firing at the same time, the deafening explosion echoed on Mount Witchcraft for a long time.

In the eyes of Sword Addict and the group of high-grade vampires, Meng Ran's finger seemed as if it had existed for an entire era, with no end in sight.

It was only when the energy ripples caused by the explosion gradually dissipated that everyone came back to their senses.

"How... How is this possible?"

However, the Xie Family descendant, who had been driven crazy by Meng Ran, had a blank look in his eyes at this moment...

He looked in the direction of his gaze, and saw that the blood mist on the tip of the Blood Fiend Vicious Sword, as well as Sword Addict's Spiritual Power, had all been dispersed!

The previously unstoppable fierce sword was now only left with the Pure Jun sword. The body of the sword was stuck between Meng Ran's fingers and did not move at all.

The sword weapon of the Xie Family's ancestor was actually subdued by a young man who wasn't even twenty years old?

The entire scene was dead silent.

Even Taiji Master and Yin Ping had never thought that Meng Ran could break the infamous Blood Evil Sword of the Xie Family with just a finger!

The dozen or so white vampires watching from the side all had solemn expressions.2

They had previously thought that Godly King Adam falling in the hands of Tai Ran was simply a rumor.

But now, their minds were thinking crazily.

Tai Ran was able to break the Xie Family's sword art with a single finger. What realm had his cultivation reached? Peak of the God Stage? Half-Saint? Could it be that he had touched upon that legendary realm?

These high-grade vampires simply could not imagine how powerful their true strength would be...

As for the swordsman from Japan, he stood there in a daze like a puppet, forgetting to think.

The heir of the Immortal Sword Xie Family, the young master of the Sword Addict, who was invincible in Southeast Asia, was defeated by Tai Ran just like that?

At this moment, on the summit of Mount Wu, a sentence emerged in the minds of all the spectators.

How is this possible?

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