Those long swords are no more and no less, counting the demigod sword in Xuanyuan Po's hand, it is exactly ninety-nine eighty-one, corresponding to the way of pole numbers.

"Feel it, this is my wrath, this is the wrath of the gods. ”

Xuanyuan Po shouted frantically.

As the saying goes, if the sky wants him to die, you must first make him crazy.

At this time, Xuanyuan Po had already regarded himself as a god, and in his opinion, his sword technique of slaying immortals was the sword technique used by the gods.

The eighty long swords formed by sword intent floating in the air formed a giant dragon and rushed towards Liu Yu in a meandering way.

The speed of those swords was very fast, and they revealed killing intent, and they appeared in front of Liu Yu in an instant, as if they were going to pierce countless transparent holes through him.

At this time, Liu Yu was still closing his eyes, because he was still in that mysterious realm and had not come back to his senses.

"Hehe, I admired you a lot before, but I didn't expect you to be so unbearable, and you didn't even dare to open your eyes in the face of my attack. ”

Seeing this scene, Xuanyuan Po couldn't help laughing, he subconsciously thought that Liu Yu didn't dare to face his powerful attack with his eyes closed.

Some people have been strong for a long time, and they naturally dare not face their own destruction.

"Kill the immortals, the tone is very big!"

The next moment, Liu Yu opened his eyes violently, and for a moment, the flying sword that looked like a rainbow seemed to be stunned for a moment and stopped in mid-air.

The Shura Sword in Liu Yu's hand swept slightly, and suddenly the dragons formed by the Immortal Slashing Sword collapsed.

Liu Yu's sword just now didn't have any sword energy, and even the blood-red long sword didn't touch the long swords formed by sword intent floating in the air, this feeling was as if Xuanyuan Po's attack had collapsed by itself.

"This, how is this possible?"

Seeing this scene, Xuanyuan Po couldn't help but widen his eyes, and he couldn't believe it, after he got the Immortal Slashing Sword Technique, his whole person seemed to be crazy and cultivated this sword book.

His sword intent was sublimated in every battle, and his strength became stronger and stronger, and in the last battle, he once faced an old man alone, who had been immersed in kendo for a hundred years, and that old man had already stepped into half of the threshold of the saint, which was standard, and half of the saint was at the peak, and he worked extremely hard in that battle, and almost died under the old man's sword.

Later, he realized the second form of slaying immortals, and then the powerful god-like old man died under his own slashing of the sky.

The second form of slashing immortals couldn't even resist the peak of a half-step saint, but Liu Yu blocked his own attack, which made Xuanyuan Po unable to understand why his extremely powerful attack would make Liu Yu crack it so lightly.

Liu Yu had been pressed and beaten just now, but now he had become so powerful, and for a while, Xuanyuan Po actually had a feeling that he was going to lose again, and the momentum on his body was a little weaker.

"No, I haven't lost yet!"

But soon, the decadent aura on Xuanyuan's body was swept away, he had been waiting for this day for a long time, and he would definitely not fail here.

"I don't believe I can't kill you!"

Xuanyuan was very unconvinced, he roared angrily, controlled the demigod sword in his hand, and flew directly towards Liu Yu.

Although the attack of the eighty swords just now was very powerful, this last sword was the sword of slashing immortals.

At this time, on the demigod sword, the sword intent was flowing, and those sword intents had turned into substance, and it looked like it was really a sword of the gods.

The demi-divine sword appeared on Liu Yu's chest in an instant, and Xuanyuan Po could already imagine the appearance of this divine sword coming out of Liu Yu's chest.

"Dang!"

It's just that what Xuanyuan Po imagined didn't happen, the Shura Sword in Liu Yu's hand moved very slowly and gently, but it directly swept away this extremely powerful attack.

The demigod sword swirled in mid-air and flew back into Xuanyuan Po's hand.

"How is this possible?"

Xuanyuan Po's eyes widened as he looked at the demigod sword that was still trembling in his hand, and he couldn't believe it.

"Nothing is impossible!"

Liu Yu's tone was flat, as if he was talking about a very common thing.

When he came to Shushan, he heard Li Qinglian say that there are three ways of the sword, the first layer of sword is to use the god sword, the second layer of sword is to fight with the spirit, and the third layer of sword is the unity of human sword.

Although Xuanyuan Po is very strong now, he is still in the stage of the imperial sword, and the half-step divine sword in his hand, without the sword spirit, there is no way to compare with the Shura sword in his hand.

The sword in his hand, although the material is very special, to put it bluntly, is still a piece of mortal iron, and there is still no sword of God.

"No way, I can't lose!"

Xuanyuan Po couldn't accept the current facts at all.

"You've been attacking me for so long, it's time to eat me with a sword, look at the sword!"

As he spoke, Liu Yu rushed directly towards Xuanyuan Po, and suddenly closed his eyes when he rushed in front of him.

Now he is still in that mysterious realm, and he has not come out.

After awakening the sword spirit of the Shura Sword, Liu Yu's understanding of the way of the sword suddenly improved to a higher level, and this feeling was unprecedented.

Liu Yu's sword did not have any sword qi exposed, let alone that monstrous deterrence, it looked like a particularly ordinary attack.

"I'm not going to lose, you're just the end of the crossbow, you're just scaring me, it's impossible to scare me!"

"Die, die!"

After a while, Xuanyuan Po recovered from that state of distraction, and after the blows of this period of time, his heart was already as solid as a rock.

"The sword in your hand, no matter how powerful it is, can't compare to the demigod sword in my hand!"

Xuanyuan Po roared angrily, and the demigod sword in his hand directly met the Shura sword in Liu Yu's hand.

The two long swords collided together, making a sword roar like thunder, and the heavens and the earth lost their color in this huge vibration, and on the golden top of Shu Mountain, the fierce peaks also seemed to stop, as if they stopped in mid-air to watch the battle that shocked the heavens and the earth, at that moment it seemed that time stood still, as if only these two swords were left between the entire heaven and earth.

"Clank!"

A crisp sound sounded, and the demigod sword in Xuanyuan Po's hand was directly shattered into two pieces.

The Shura sword slashed across Xuanyuan's robe, leaving a two-inch-deep cut in his chest.

Blood stained the black robe on Xuanyuan's broken body, and the blood fell to the ground little by little along the robe.

"How is this possible, this is impossible!"

Xuanyuan's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

The most painful thing is not the wound on his body, the pain is his heart, he has great expectations for the demigod sword in his hand made of the seven swords of the Tianshan Mountains, he thinks that as long as he has this magic weapon, he will definitely be able to defeat Liu Yu, and he will definitely be able to get ahead, but he didn't expect that the demigod sword he was proud of was actually directly cut into two pieces by the seemingly strange but plain sword in Liu Yu's hand.

"The sword in my hand is a demigod sword, it was forged by a master, and it has absorbed the blood of so many people, it should be the strongest, how can this be, how can this be?"

Xuanyuan Po looked at the remnant sword in his hand and lost his mind for a while, and finally couldn't help but mutter.

His sword was much stronger than Liu Yu's, but why, it was his sword that was broken in half.

"Why, why is this happening? Tell me why, thief!"

Xuanyuan Po racked his brains, but still didn't come up with a reason, and finally couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar.

"What is the use of a sword without a sword spirit, even if the material is special?"

According to this scene, Xuanyuan Jue shook his head, and then walked towards the main hall without looking back, and now the battle has come to an end.

"The sword has no soul, what is the use of coming?

"Sword Spirit?"

Xuanyuan's words seemed to be a thunderbolt, exploding in Xuanyuanpo's mind.

At this moment, he understood, he understood why he worked so hard, and he was not Liu Yu's opponent.

The sword in his hand is a sword without a soul, and he is a person without a heart.

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