The dense sound of swords, like countless ghosts whispering, made people upset.

Smack.

A drop of rain fell on the eyebrows of a Li Ziwang, with a hint of coolness, the Gu Sect disciple who jumped into the dragon gate was stunned for a moment, and his eyes moved away from the huge sword ball that occupied almost half of the field of vision, looking at the sky.

The autumn rain fell one after another, as if there were heavenly immortals generously sprinkling countless crystal pearls.

The reappearance of the autumn rain did not attract too much attention from everyone, because the huge sword ball had been shrunk to the extreme.

The sound of the sword has turned into a squeezing sound that makes people's scalp tingle.

People's hearts are raised to their throats.

The five elders of the Confucianism and Taoism Palace are undoubtedly powerful, and now in this situation, his strength is not inferior even to Bai Xiaobai, if the elders of the Confucianism and Taoism Palace are all ranked by strength, then how terrifying will the four elders in front of them be?

Thinking of this, many Gu Sect cultivators were terrified.

When he looked at the middle-aged monk floating in the air, he felt an indispellable fear in his heart.

The diameter of the sword ball has changed from seven or eight hundred zhang at the beginning to more than thirty zhang now.

With so many swords as hard as a hundred refining black iron, compressed to such an extent, it was enough to imagine the terrifying pressure that Yun Mo in the center was subjected to.

A drop of red liquid, oozing from the center of the giant sword ball, flowed at the bottom, mixed with rainwater dripping.

The fishy smell came out.

It was a drop of blood.

It's a blood stain.

Soon it became a column of blood.

The hearts of everyone in the Gu Gate were cold.

"Under the dense and powerful pressure of these tens of thousands of swords, let alone a person, even if it is a piece of Nine Heavens Dark Iron, it will be crushed into powder, right?"

I don't know who said it, and everyone fell silent.

There is a sense of oppression in the silence that comes with death.

"Yun Mo!" Bai Xiaobai shouted wildly, like madness, and crashed into the sword ball like lightning.

The Fifth Elder snorted coldly, "It's your turn soon!" ”

With a wave of his right hand, the blade of the sword cut through more than a dozen drops of autumn rain and slashed towards Bai Xiaobai.

At the same time, hundreds of swords appeared out of thin air and stabbed at Bai Xiaobai.

Seeing that Yun Mo's life and death were unpredictable, Bai Xiaobai had lost his composure, and he was in a hurry to deal with those flying swords, and in just a few breaths, there were seven or eight more wounds on his body.

In the rain curtain, a middle-aged man looked at this scene and sighed softly, with a look of disappointment in his eyes that could not be concealed, "You already have the Three Absolute Swords, but you still can't be ruthless after all!" ”

It was Bai Xiaobai's father's man who slowly raised his head, his gaze fell somewhere, and said softly, "Do you really want to take back the Taishang Forgetful Hairpin?" But the Crane Demon is now rescuing the Dream Crystal Demon Venerable in the Sea of Innocence......" He paused, not knowing what he thought, but shook his head again.

After stopping Bai Xiaobai, the Fifth Elder turned to look at the huge sword ball.

On the surface of the sword ball suspended in mid-air, there is an abrupt sword, like a spike, which looks very clear, and at the bottom, blood oozes out, mixed with cold rain, and flows down continuously, converging into a red pit, like some kind of totem, which looks very weird.

This scene is like some kind of sacrificial ritual.

Feeling the faint aura coming from the sword body, the fifth elder was a little stunned, and then Sen smiled coldly and said, "It's really fateful, you won't die like this, but that's the end of it, I'll send you one last ride!" ”

As he spoke, he let go of his right hand, and the sword in his hand flew out with a thud, piercing into the sword ball.

The fifth elder opened his right hand, palm upward, and suddenly shook it.

Click......

A creepy grinding and squeezing sound came from the sword ball.

The sword ball, which was almost compressed to the extreme, shrunk again.

Everyone's hearts are tight.

When the blood flowed out of the sword ball, the Gu Sect cultivators had no hope for Yun Mo, at this moment, Bai Xiaobai was blocked, and the five elders put the last straw that crushed the camel, in the hearts of everyone, Yun Mo had no chance of surviving.

However, at this moment, the Fifth Elder frowned, his eyes were full of doubts, and then his face became ugly.

His half-clenched right hand seemed to be under great resistance, and it was difficult to clench it anymore.

A snapping sound rang out from the sword ball.

A roar followed.

Because of the countless dense swords, the sound was a little distorted, making people feel frightened.

And these swords also vibrated with the frequency of the roar, like a horn, amplifying the roar several times.

Then the whole heaven and earth were filled with angry roars.

Some cultivators who were close to each other were directly bled by the shock, and their internal organs were ruptured.

People retreated in pain.

Instead of continuing to compress, the ball swelled and grew larger.

The right hand of the five elders also slowly opened.

The eyebrows and eyes, which were wider than ordinary people, were also gathered together because of frowning

Beads of sweat gradually oozed from his face.

And the chill in the body quickly froze these sweats into ice crystals.

The chill dissipated, and the surrounding autumn rain also turned into ice crystals, crackling and falling to the ground.

There was another roar, accompanied by a dull crashing sound, as if a powerful demon beast was about to burst out.

It was only then that people vaguely realized that this was not the roar of a demon beast, but the roar of a dragon.

Enraged dragon groan.

Only then did the five elders remember that when they were fighting with Yun Mo before, the Yin Yang Fighting Dragon didn't know where it had gone.

Look at the blood that flowed from the sword ball, falling to the ground, and everywhere it passed, it was all corroded as if it had withstood tens of thousands of years of wind and rain.

Only dragon's blood has such terrifying destructive power!

The five elders' hearts sank!

In a hurry, he opened his mouth violently, and a drop of Xuanming true water the size of a red date appeared in his mouth, flying towards the sword ball and submerging into it.

However, the next moment, an extremely uneasy premonition arose in his heart.

Another dragon groan.

Unlike the previous dragon moans, this time there was no anger, but emotions of excitement and surprise.

Immediately afterward, the sword ball trembled again.

A sword flew out upside down.

The fifth elder held his right hand weakly, and a slight wound appeared on his index finger.

Two more swords were knocked flying.

Two small crossed scars appeared on the palms of the five elders' hands.

Bang bang bang......

A continuous crash sounded.

One after another, the swords were blown away.

A series of wounds appeared on the right hand of the five elders.

The sword ball was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wound on the right hand of the five elders was increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a naughty boy scribbling on a blank piece of paper.

Although the wounds are small, they cannot withstand such a large number.

More and more wounds tore the skin on his hands, then the muscles tore into pieces, then the meridians broke and severed.

The Fifth Elder watched as his right hand became a blur of flesh and blood, and howled loudly in pain, but that didn't stop those wounds from increasing.

Soon, on his right hand, only Sen Ran's white bones remained.

With a cheerful dragon roar, the sword ball, which had already been overwhelmed, exploded.

Tens of thousands of swords suddenly flew in all directions.

The bones of the Fifth Elder's right hand instantly turned into countless powders.

The Yin Yang Doulong churned its huge body, looked at the five elders, and let out a majestic and unfamiliar human voice, "Is there still Xuanming True Water?" Give me some more! ”

Yun Mo stood at the head of the dragon, holding the black giant, and looked at the five elders with an expressionless face.

The Fifth Elder's face was as pale as paper.