"It's useless, you ancient ape true body, you can't resist the sword of space at all!" Ye Wufeng chuckled lightly and looked at the Demon Sword King.

Hearing this, the Demon Sword King's face instantly became hideous, and it could be seen from his face that he was trying his best to break free from the shackles of emptiness, but no matter how hard he tried, his body couldn't move at all.

During the period of dialogue between the Demon Sword King and Ye Wufeng, the void continued to expand, and the shattered space continued to extend out, and as more and more space was shattered, the spatial sword with a seven-colored light also continued to take shape, and thousands of spatial swords slowly floated in the void, motionless.

"A thousand swords are no longer enough, ten thousand swords can destroy ten directions!" Turning his eyes to the thousands of seven-colored space swords that were densely packed around him, Ye Wufeng nodded with satisfaction, although he couldn't learn the dry sword style, but he was able to cultivate the Kun sword style to this level, in the history of the sword clan, he Ye Wufeng was still the first person, but it was a pity that the appearance of this first person was accompanied by the fall of the entire sword clan.

As Ye Wufeng's words fell, the Demon Sword King continued to burst out of his eyes under the strength of the demon sword king for a long time, and at a glance, it seemed as if his eyes were about to burst open.

Of course, the Demon Sword King's efforts were not without effect, I saw that his whole body was red, and it was obviously at the limit, but it was still impossible to move his body, so he had to open his mouth and yell out of the sky, pinning all his hopes on this cry for help.

"Emperor Tianxing...... Help me!"

The sound of the roar came from the mouth of the Demon Sword King, turning into layers of sound waves, constantly spreading out in all directions. Ye Wufeng also knew that this Emperor Tianxing was the mysterious patriarch of the imperial family, and I heard that this person's cultivation had reached the peak of the sect rank, but in Ye Wufeng's opinion, even if it was the peak of the sect rank, he could only barely protect himself in the ninth form of the Kun Sword, and if he wanted to protect others, he was afraid that he would have to be crippled if he didn't die.

"Demon Sword King...... Your mission has been completed, the fate of the Sword Clan being destroyed cannot be changed, and you can also go... Hey, hey!"

In the endless sky, an indifferent voice suddenly came out, although the voice was small, but everyone in the battlefield could hear it clearly, and of course it was possible to guess the identity of the person who spoke, this person was the patriarch of the imperial family, Huang Tianxing.

"Haha...... It seems that I have to thank the Imperial Patriarch, Demon Sword King, this is our fate, even if you don't want to, you can only accept it!" Ye Wufeng laughed and shook his head, this Emperor Tianxing was obviously afraid that he would be involved, so he replied to the Demon Sword King in such an indifferent tone.

"What is fate? Destiny is in the hands of man himself...... The fate of my Ye clan is not yet the turn of others to take care of it!"

At the same time, a chuckle that seemed to be breezy came out, and three figures flashed out in an instant, standing in the void, forming a triangle with Ye Wufeng and the Demon Sword King.

"Ye Gu Duo ......" There was an incomparable hatred in Huang Tianxing's voice.

"Southern Regions, Imperial Patriarch, Emperor Tianxing?"

With a chuckle, Ye Guduo turned his head to look at Ye Wufeng, and then at the Demon Sword King, and then said, "Patriarch Ye, if you don't mind, I will use your combat skills to destroy the Monkey Clan, how about it?"

Hearing this, Ye Wufeng was stunned, and looked at Ye Guduo together, and when his eyes fell on Ye Guduo, he found that there was a faint layer of white mist-like energy around the bodies of Ye Guduo and the three of them.

"The battle technique is about to break out, you have nothing to do with our clan, why do you suffer from this?" Although Ye Guduo did not show any abnormality, Ye Wufeng was quite confident in the Kun Jin Ninth Form that was about to erupt, although he could not see through Ye Guduo's cultivation, but he firmly believed that the power of the Kun Sword Ninth Style, Ye Guduo could not resist at all.

"No, we see a lot of stakes...... You're right, Imperial Patriarch!" Ye Guduo smiled softly and said, "I'm a child of the Ye Clan, but it's not the turn of the Imperial Clan to teach you a lesson, Imperial Patriarch, you better leave early and find him to conspire with him!"

With the continuous change of his handprints, layers of white mist suddenly spread from his body, slowly converging into rivers, enveloping all the sword clan disciples on the ground, and immediately under Ye Guduo's movements, another white mist surged towards Ye Wufeng, enveloping him.

The strange thing is that in the series of actions of Ye Guduo, Huang Tianxing's voice disappeared completely, as if he had really left.

"The Qiankun Sword Style is my Ye Clan's combat skill, without the assistance of the Qianjian Style, how can the Kun Sword Style exert the most powerful power?" Huang Tianxing did not answer, making Ye Guduo slightly stunned, and then the corners of his mouth were coldly hooked: "Since the Imperial Patriarch also wants to participate, then I can only join forces with the Ye Patriarch......"

Ye Guduo's words had just fallen, Ye Wufeng was suddenly shocked, Huang Tianxing really wanted to participate in it, then the next battle would be difficult to fight, with the strength of Emperor Tianxing's alone, of course, it was impossible to rescue the Demon Sword King, but among the royal family, there were several powerhouses who cultivated to the sect level second only to Huang Tianxing.

Among these several strong men, as long as any one of them participates in the recent past, then the life of the Demon Sword King will be guaranteed, and as soon as this move is over, the monkey people will definitely continue to entangle the sword clan, plus the people of the royal family, the sword clan will really not try.

Thinking of this, Ye Wufeng gritted his teeth tightly, looking very depressed.

"Patriarch Ye doesn't have to worry, wait for Ye Guduo to help you!" Seeing Ye Wufeng's appearance, Ye Guduo turned his head and let the bluestone and Liuyun beside him leave, looking for Hunter San, but she herself took out the bone sword, pinched her fingers with one hand, and constantly drew mysterious patterns on the sword body of the bone sword, and then the bone sword was still high.

"Dry Sword Technique Eighth Style!"

As soon as his hands were closed, the space beside Ye Guduo suddenly exploded, but just as his voice fell, the white mist that had originally surrounded all the Sword Clan disciples and Ye Guduo suddenly squirmed violently, transforming into a transparent long sword, an incomprehensible energy aura that felt like a silk scarf, and slowly diffused from the more than a thousand transparent long swords that appeared at the same time.

As Ye Guduo's soft shout fell, the children of the Ye Clan, who had been suppressed on the ground by a powerful coercion, actually became relaxed, and they all stood up from the ground one by one, looking down indifferently at the monkey people who were still suppressed on the ground......

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