"The ninth knife!"

Xue Tianyang's expression was slightly solemn, and he looked at Xiao Shan, "Worthy of the name of the mandrill, I have only seen one in my life with such a knife momentum!"

He has only seen one person in a hundred years, and that person is Xiao Shan, and such an evaluation is already commendable.

"After all, there are more good swordsmen in Huaxia than there are swordsmen, but if it is in the same realm, even if this sword path is those sword leaders, I am afraid it will be a headache. Pure Jun Sword General Nie Yun also slowly expressed his position.

"Do you think Master Mu will be defeated?" Mo Xie asked, turning his head.

Nie Yun didn't say anything, he didn't know much about Mu Yang.

"Not necessarily!" Xue Tianyang smiled lightly and slowly spit out two words.

Rumble!

The tattered, cracked stage had already flashed a ninth sword.

The entire ring has now been reduced to a basin, with Muyang as the center, the seven-foot radius under his feet has been reduced to the bottom of the pit, and the surrounding area of dozens of zhang even slowly increases with the seven-foot land, as if it has been smashed by a hundred-ton ball.

Mu Yang's palm trembled slightly, his right arm had already merged into five blood-colored ancestral dragons, and his face was red as if he had been beaten with chicken blood and had no way to vent it, only those eyes were always as light as water.

Xiao Shan is the older he gets, the more shrewd he becomes, his nine swords are enough to sweep all the powerhouses in Huaxia who have entered the realm of great grandmasters for twenty years.

Even if he is not defeated by the peak powerhouse of the Great Grandmaster, he is completely proud of his peers.

But now, he slashed nine times in a row, and the nine swords were one, and he hadn't even repelled this master herd?

"True to its name!"

Xiao Shan's heart sank slightly, but the killing intent became more and more intense.

Such a strong man has now formed a mortal enemy, and the other party is still so young, if he does not die in this battle, he will never have a peaceful life in the future.

"Slash!"

Suddenly, Xiao Shan burst into tears, his eyes were even filled with bloodshots, and the pure power of his body flowed into his arms like a heavenly river falling into water.

Tenth Knife!

The momentum of the full ten heavy swords was fused together, and the power of the first sword was only ten times more than ten times higher.

Rumble!

At this moment, the entire special martial arts arena was completely destroyed, and countless metal fragments exploded in all directions like bullets.

Mu Yang's eyes finally moved slightly at this moment, but with a smile.

I saw that his right hand, which had always been immovable, finally fell down, like a broken branch willow, trembling gently beside him.

"This Mu Master's right hand can't be broken by the tenfold sword momentum, right?"

"So what, it's enough! Even if you lose, you will still be glorious!" There was an innate grandmaster with a hint of envy.

The power of one knife overlapping ten knives is enough to open the mountains and break the sea, this Mu Master is still not defeated, only one arm is abolished, isn't this enough to show the strength of this Mu Master?

Only Xue Tianyang and the others, who had reached the peak of the Great Grandmaster, were even more shocked in their hearts, because they found that although Mu Yang's arm fell, his momentum was still vast and bottomless, and he did not look like he had lost half a point.

"How is it possible!" Xiao Shan's eyes stared at Mu Yang, this knife, the other party still blocked it?

The corners of Mu Yang's mouth were slightly raised, and with a slight shake, the hanging arm was slightly raised.

"How is that possible!!" many exclamations rang out.

Mu Yang smiled indifferently, the five blood-colored ancestral dragons that seemed to be integrated into his arms were scattered in the void, and the flushing on his face had completely subsided, replaced by bursts of sound like fried soybeans in his body.

Since the Yin Evil Spiritual Vein, he has used the Chaos and Desolation Sutra to refine the insignificant spiritual energy to quench his body, and he has never stopped, but the time is longer or shorter, day after day, plus some time ago he bathed in the spiritual liquid in the country of He, and he used the power of the spiritual vein in the Tianshan Spiritual Vein, but the sea of blood in his body has been hovering around six zhang.

In fact, such majestic medicinal power and spiritual power had already allowed a normal Immortal Cultivator in the Foundation Building Stage Fusion Realm to break through the Heartbeat Realm several times, but he was still crawling around in the Fusion Realm.

The cultivation of the Chaos Desolation Sutra is harsh on the one hand, and more on the other, there are many medicinal powers and spiritual powers that have been hidden in the body, wrapped in the unusable desolate power, so this is the case.

And now, under Xiao Shan's ten swords, every meridian in his body, and even the entire body, almost every inch is bearing Xiao Shan's incomparably terrifying power, and the ten swords are superimposed one after another, forcing his physical body to the limit, and all the medicinal power and spiritual power are independently breaking through the power of desolation to protect the lord, and finally turning into a vast river of blood and rushing into the sea of blood.

Mu Yang smiled lightly, "Fighting by standing, maybe it should have been like this a long time ago!"

At this moment, his six-zhang blood sea finally opened up a piece of land again under the impact of the vast blood qi, although there was only a piece of blood, but it was also above the six-zhang, which was the realm of heartbeat.

As long as his spiritual sea also breaks through the shackles of the six zhangs, he can be regarded as truly stepping into the heartbeat realm.

"Fighting for the sake of fighting?" Xiao Shan heard Mu Yang's whisper, and his original surprise completely turned into offensive anger.

"But it's a false appearance, I'll see how long you can hold on!" Xiao Shan shouted angrily, and the figure disappeared again.

"What's that?" Many people couldn't help but be shocked, looking at the place where Xiao Shan had disappeared.

At this moment, Xiao Shan's figure disappeared, but in its place was a majestic mountain, and on the top of the mountain was an ape with long hair, holding a blunt firewood knife and jumping down.

His body flipped, and the firewood knife in his hand swung twice in a row!

"Eleventh Knife!"

"The twelfth knife!"

Even Xue Tianyang couldn't help but have a flash of shock in his eyes, and exclaimed, "Breaking ten thousand jun, the twelfth ten thousand jun is Dacheng, Xiao Shan actually cultivated this sword technique to Dacheng?"

"This sword, if it is not the peak of the great grandmaster, it cannot be shaken!" Nie Yun's face was also full of solemnity, and he slowly spoke.

The ape descended from the sky, but Muyang didn't seem to see it.

He looked at the sword momentum in the sky, a pair of pupils reflected the real image, and the blunt wood knife fell from the sky, as if there was a potential to crack the towering mountain.

"Twelve slashes in a row, you should also be restrained. Mu Yang smiled indifferently, and in an instant, a vast sea of blood rose behind him, an illusory sea of blood that was only twenty meters long, but it was lifelike, under this sea of blood, Mu Yang only threw a punch.

He never used the Eight Heaven-Shattering Forms, just the simplest and most brutal punch.

Rumble!

The fist collided with the blunt hatchet, and in an instant, time seemed to stand still.

This time, there was no thunderbolt like the previous thunderbolt.

Only a trace of air was pressed into a wave and spread around, this wave was like a knife, and where it passed, many of the Innate Grandmaster's body protection qi were almost scattered by this wave, and even the surrounding metal walls were left with deep and shallow dents.

Click!

As if breaking the darkness, a crisp sound broke the dead silence at this moment.

The blunt firewood knife in Xiao Shan's hand showed a trace of cracks, and the cracks spread, and then the entire firewood knife turned into countless fragments, falling like raindrops, and falling on the ground with a crackling sound.

Uh-huh!

A muffled snort sounded, and on the corner of Xiao Shan's mouth, a dazzling blood bloomed.

"What the hell is this?" all the Innate Grandmasters' eyes widened, and they were all dumbfounded.

Before, Xiao Shan slashed ten times in a row, and each knife was extremely terrifying, so that Master Mu had no power to fight back.

Later, he slashed out two knives in a row, and the twelve knives were superimposed, why did he suddenly collapse and hurt people?

The huge contrast made everyone stunned and their minds went blank.

Xiao Shan is even more unbelievable, he has learned all his life in this 12 knife techniques, he has not known how many strong enemies he has defeated, and now, his firewood knife that is regarded as a treasure has been broken!

Moreover, it was the breaking ten thousand jun that he used with all his might, but he was also defeated, and he was defeated without any warning.

It was as if the twelve knives he had slashed with all his might before were like a joke in front of this young man.

"Sure enough, as I thought!" Xue Tianyang took a deep breath, shocked, but also as if he was expecting.