The multicolored divine light rushed into the sky, and a long sword of spiritual light and treasure suddenly rushed up from the valley below, and the silver-white long sword, the sword body was full of dazzling light, hovering in the sky.

"This is ......" The people present were extremely excited when they saw this scene.

"Oh my God, this is the legendary spirit sword!" Ling Xuozi's startled voice suddenly sounded.

"This is the spirit sword, according to the ancient secret records, the sword itself has almost produced the spirit sword of the sword spirit?" Tianhezi's eyes were burning, Wudang Sect itself was already famous for its swordsmanship, and his desire for the sword was naturally even greater.

The silver spirit sword was slender and sharp, and through the dazzling light, everyone could vaguely see that on the hilt of the sword, there was also a Shu character engraved.

Seeing this, Zu Long immediately frowned, and said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect that this is actually the long-lost, Shushan Sword Sect's exclusive spirit sword?"

"The Shushan Sword Sect is the cultivation sect of the ancient times, I originally thought it was just a legend, but now it seems that the Shushan Sword Sect really existed!"

The Xuanzhen Sanren of the Nine Pole Gate was amazed, and his figure suddenly rose to the sky, rushing towards the valley below, and shouted: "This kind of spirit sword, maybe there is also an ancient secret method of cultivating the truth, this seat is welcome!"

No one could have imagined that this guy would do it when he said it, and in the blink of an eye, his figure swept underneath.

Seeing this, Ling Xuozi shouted angrily: "If you want to swallow the Shu Mountain Spirit Sword alone, it's not so easy!" He snorted coldly under his feet, and the whole person rose from the ground and swooped down.

"Hmph, this seat is known as the Sword Saint of Fusang Island, how can such a divine weapon not be taken away!" Miyamoto Musashi snorted coldly, and the whole person immediately rushed down.

Not only that, in terms of the European Blood Alliance, there is also a powerful shot, and in addition, there is also a master in the ancient Indian West Heaven.

Zu Long and Hong Qitian thought about it, although they were also a little moved, but in the end they still didn't make a move.

As for Tang Feng, he just glanced at the spirit sword slightly, and immediately withdrew his gaze, it seemed that he didn't have much interest.

After all, now, Tang Feng already had three thousand divine fire cultivation techniques, although this supreme divine technique was a body forging technique, but once he cultivated to the greatest level, he would definitely greatly surpass the Martial King Realm.

What's more, this kind of spirit sword is not suitable for him, after all, what he is good at is a spear like a dragon lance.

Chu Xionghe originally wanted to make a move, but thinking about it, all the people who were dispatched below were veteran powers, and as for him, he was only a half-step martial king, and the weight was far from enough, so he didn't move.

However, in the blink of an eye, Xuan Zhensanren had already swept to the side of the Shushan Spirit Sword, and the probe directly grabbed it.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden clang behind his back, and the long sword in Ling Xuzi's hand had already stabbed past him, his sword was really extraordinary, and there was already Xuanyuan flowing faintly.

Xuan Zhensan naturally didn't dare to grab the spirit sword again, otherwise, he might be able to get the spirit sword, but his hand was probably going to be cut off by the other party.

He almost didn't think about it, volleyed around abruptly, and shot directly to meet it.

"Nine Yin White Bone Claw!" Xuan Zhen Sanren reached out his claws, and actually confronted Ling Xuzi's sword move head-on.

On the other side, Miyamoto Musashi had already looted and was about to snatch it, but suddenly a palm slapped from behind, and this palm was too weird and violent, and it directly slapped him out with one palm.

Miyamoto Musashi's figure continued to regress, and finally hit one of the black iron pillars heavily, and suddenly turned around, only to find that the person who suddenly made a move was actually the deputy leader of the European Blood Alliance.

"Charlie Booth, you dog, we have already formed an alliance into a camp, I didn't expect you to sneak attack me from behind!" Miyamoto Musashi's face turned blue, and the whole person was furious.

Charlie Booth, the deputy leader of the Blood Alliance, couldn't help but sneer, grinning and jokingly: "It's really a big joke, you are also a generation of characters, don't you know that in this world, there is no so-called alliance at all, only eternal interests!"

Miyamoto Musashi gritted his teeth fiercely, he originally understood this truth, but just now, because he was so anxious about this spirit sword, that he forgot it for a while.

"Dog, now that the skin has been torn, then there is nothing to say!" Miyamoto Musashi shouted angrily, and his figure rushed out again.

In the middle of the volley, he raised his hand, and a sharp sword suddenly flew out of his sleeve, and then, Miyamoto Musashi waved the sword in his hand, and a sharp sword qi shot out like a long rainbow through the sky.

Tang Feng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw this, he remembered very well that the last time he fought with the other party, this old thing didn't use the sword he hid, but now he had to use it.

The four Martial King-level powerhouses continued to fight, and their bodies continued to move and jump among the five Xuantian Giant Pillars, although everyone had not yet sacrificed the Xuandan, but at their level.

Every time there is a fight, there is already a small number of Xuanyuan in circulation.

Especially the Xuanzhen Sanren of the Nine Pole Gate, the body shape is strange and fluttering, each claw grabs out, and hits the Xuantie pillar, although it will not break the Xuantie Pillar, but it is the iron cable on the pillar.

Miyamoto Musashi used a sword slashing move, and one after another sword qi roared, forcing Charlie Booth to retreat again and again, and as countless sword qi fell on the Xuantie pillar, the iron cables broke one by one.

The pillars were originally engraved with strange spells, but now they have been beaten beyond recognition.

When Tang Feng saw this, his brows couldn't help frowning tightly, the five Xuantie pillars that were originally good were now mostly destroyed.

He couldn't help but think to himself, if something was really suppressed here, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The battle continued, and it became more and more intense, and the four great powers fought in the dark, but at this moment, a great power of a martial king in the western heavens of ancient India suddenly swept out of the shadows.

In just an instant, he arrived in front of the Shushan Spirit Sword, and he was about to get it.

"This old thing, it's really cunning, sneaky, do you want to fish in troubled water!" Hong Qitian saw this, and with a cold drink, the whole person immediately swooped down.

In the middle of the volley, he slapped out his palms one after another, and it was the eighteen palms of the beggar gang that he used.

The surging palm, like a stormy wave, swallowed the ancient Indian power of the western sky in one fell swoop, and suddenly, with a loud bang, his people were smashed out and flew out.

Hong Qitian rose and fell, and with a quick grasp of it, this spiritual and precious Shushan Spirit Sword was in his hands.

"Haha, the old man didn't want to fight, but I didn't expect that in the end, this spirit sword would fall into my hands!" Hong Qitian let out a long roar, stepped on the big iron pillar under his feet, and the whole person immediately rose to the sky and returned.

The four great powers who fought just now saw this, and they could only stop helplessly.

"Damn, I didn't expect you to fish in the water with your old name!" Xuan Zhensanren gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, although he scolded angrily, but he didn't dare to rush over, thinking that he was afraid of the other party's strength.

Miyamoto Musashi snorted coldly: "Old beggar, last time you ruined the good thing of this seat, I haven't settled accounts with you, and now I'm here to muddy the waters again, this time I won't spare you!"

As he spoke, he was about to rush straight in, but at this moment, at the bottom of the valley below, there was a sudden flash of black light, this light was so blazing that in a flash, something the size of a palm appeared.

"It's ...... My God, this is a Taoist scripture!" someone suddenly exclaimed.