The heavy pressure was like a giant peak pressing on the top, oppressing Xiao Yang to the point that he was almost out of breath, and when the last drop of sword power completely burst out, the power blocked Zhuge Xingyi's attack, Xiao Yang gradually relieved his breath, and the golden sword in his hand swung out, striving to break the enemy.

Heaven and earth are full of Zhuge Xingyi's fast sword, and the endless sword momentum is overwhelming in all directions, outlining the sword marks of various mysterious traces, like countless lightning bolts woven in the sky, like a giant spider web that wants to devour Xiao Yang-

Sword for sword!

Although Jin Jian is the king of the sword, Xiao Yang's strength is inferior to Zhuge Xingyi after all, and he is even more suppressed by Zhuge Xingyi at this moment, if it weren't for the last drop of sword power to support, Xiao Yang may have already been wiped out under Zhuge Xingyi's strong attack.

The battle around the entire peak of Mount Tai seemed to have stopped at this moment, and the two camps faced each other, looking up at the top of their heads. When Xiao Yang killed Yuwen Cang with one force, the impact on the Demon Gate was too great, so that it was defeated in one fell swoop, and their hope naturally fell on Zhuge Xingyi's body, eager to see that Sword Sect guy who meant evil being killed by Zhuge Xingyi.

They have indeed seen hope.

In the current situation, Xiao Yang is firmly suppressed and difficult to fight back, time is passing bit by bit, everyone knows in their hearts, Xiao Yang's sword power can last for a limited time, at this moment, everyone can only look forward to it, Xiao Yang's sword power still has more accumulation, in this way, there is room for counterattack.

No one knew that this was Xiao Yang's last drop of sword power.

Only the little divine dragon faintly noticed it, his expression was solemn and grim at the moment, and he muttered in his mouth, "Why don't you make a move, why don't you make a move-"

Shout! Shout! Shout!

The sword intent was all over the sky, Xiao Yang gritted his teeth and insisted, his expression became more and more severe, the light of the golden sword had exploded to the extreme, but at this moment, Xiao Yang clearly felt the gap between him and Zhuge Xingyi, it was not a drop of sword power that did not belong to his true strength that could make up for it.

Xiao Yang has fought to the extreme.

The sword power in the body gradually dried up—

"Final blow!"

Xiao Yang's eyes suddenly burst out with a burst of ruthlessness, and his figure swept back for a distance, and the golden sword was raised high, causing ripples.

The graceful fairy sound above the sky played.

A song of killing immortals, a wave of mountains and flowing water!

Zhuge Xingyi raised his eyes, his eyes gushed out with a burst of blood-colored demonic energy, and the divine sword in his hand wiped a burst of blood-red edge, and it swooped up, bursting out with even more powerful power - he had already realized that this was Xiao Yang's last fight.

"You don't stand any chance." Zhuge Xingyi's face showed a cold smile, the sword qi was like electricity, and the impact swept out, and the powerful demonic qi spread out the impact of the song [Alpine Flowing Water], and the rumbling sound exploded one after another——

Bang!

Xiao Yang's sword disappeared.

The divine sword in Zhuge Xingyi's hand was raised sharply and pressed down.

Bang!

Xiao Yang's figure shook back some distance.

Swish!

Zhuge Xingyi's sword rises again——

At this moment, a large number of exclamations subconsciously resounded, and their complexions changed sharply.

"No more sword power?" Ji Li Immortals and the others lost their temper one after another, and their faces turned pale, Xiao Yang, who had no sword power to rely on, had no chance of winning against Zhuge Xingyi, and even said that there was no room for counterattack.

However, at this moment, even if the Sword Sect camp was on the line, it would not be able to stop Zhuge Xingyi's pace at all.

Rumble!

Xiao Yang was shocked back again, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"Don't you have any sword power?" Zhuge Xingyi sneered fiercely, like a divine sword with lightning flashes, and in an instant, it was filled with incomparably cold killing intent.

Excalibur raised.

In mid-air, Xiao Yang held the sword horizontally, his eyes glanced at Zhuge Xingyi, his face was cold, and his eyes were as clear as a god without any hint of submission.

A dangerous aura spreads across the sky.

At the last moment.

A long howl came from far and near.

The divine light in the sky folded up, and the light of colorful auspicious clouds appeared on the edge of the sky, and a black-robed masked body appeared, striding in the air, and one step seemed to be worth several miles, and a breath had come to the top of Mount Tai from a very far distance, the burly body exuded a powerful aura, and his eyes flashed away like lightning, but at this moment, Zhuge Xingyi's lightning-fast sword light was extremely close to Xiao Yang-

Suddenly, the space around Xiao Yang was violently distorted, and when Zhuge Xingyi's sword light covered it, Xiao Yang's figure disappeared out of thin air. In the next second, not far from the black-robed figure, the space suddenly folded and twisted, and Xiao Yang's body appeared, and beside him, it was the little divine dragon!

Use that unparalleled spatial attribute power to rescue Xiao Yang from Zhuge Xingyi's sword.

Zhuge Xingyi's sword is fast, but the spatial attribute of the little divine dragon directly crosses the attribute of time, which is faster!

"Minister Gao, I knew you wouldn't sit idly by." After Xiao Yang's figure stabilized, he looked sideways at the black-robed masked man, and smiled heavily, the appearance of the ancestral god Gao Wanteng, Xiao Yang's hanging heart finally slowly let go, the enemy in front of him was too strong, in Xiao Yang's heart, in the earth's own camp in the cultivation world, except for the ancestral god, only Xiao Xianren could fight against it.

"Wow master!" Although the ancestral god Gao Wanteng didn't say a word, the black robe was masked, but the little divine dragon also recognized him for the first time, "Master, you are finally willing to make a move!" ”

"Is that him?" In the distance, the mortal immortal, who was seriously injured, also instantly sensed the breath of the ancestral god.

It was the mysterious person who rescued Xiao Yang, the sect leader of the Sword Sect, from Tianmen Mountain under the noses of himself and Yu Wencang, and he was the strong man who shook himself back with unfathomable momentum at the gate of Mingzhu Fu University a few days ago.

The eyes of the Peerless Great Immortal showed a hint of reverence.

The strong are worthy of being feared.

"Who are you?" Zhuge Xingyi sensed a mysterious aura from the body of the ancestral god Gao Wanteng.

Sou!

Gao Wanteng's body was condescending, and he arrived a hundred meters in front of Zhuge Xingyi, and his clear voice resounded throughout the world.

"Kunlun Mountain, Ancestral God!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhuge Xingyi and the pupils of the Peerless Great Immortal in the distance shook almost at the same time.

"The heir of the ancestral lineage of Kunlun Mountain?" The Absolute Dust Immortal blurted out, and his eyes were even hotter.

Kunlun Mountain, ancestral vein!

At this moment, Xiao Yang's eyes also widened, and the words of the little princess Xiao Jingyi naturally appeared in his mind, when he was looking for the Kunlun Heavenly Machine Mirror in Kunlun Mountain, Xiao Yang had wondered that there was no stop of any cultivation sect in such a blessed land, and only from Xiao Jingyi's mouth did he know that Kunlun Mountain was a holy place in the hearts of all Yanhuang cultivators.

Because of the ancestral line!

A mysterious sect that existed before the appearance of Lord Ryujin.

Many people even regard it as the origin of Yanhuang practice.

Therefore, although the mysterious ancestral lineage has disappeared for many years, many people still remember it in their hearts and regard it as a spiritual totem. Especially some strong people who have survived for an incomparably long time, the word [ancestral vein] has a pivotal position in their hearts.

Today, [Ancestral Vein] reappears!

This also means that the entire Yanhuang cultivation world is officially united to fight against the Demon Gate.

Shout!

Zhuge Xingyi swiped the lightning sword in his hand, and his eyes burst out with a cold glow, "What about the ancestral vein?" Today, I will let the people of the world see clearly that the strongest vein of Yanhuang is my Zhuge Sword Sect! ”

The Ancestral God glanced at him, "What qualifications do you have to call yourself the 'Sword Sect'?" ”

Xiao Yang on the side nodded seriously, "The Sword Sect does not have such unscrupulous descendants. ”

The singing and harmony of the two suddenly made Zhuge Xingyi's eyes rise with a fierce killing machine, and no longer spoke, the lightning sword broke through the air, directly taking the ancestral god Gao Wanteng!

The appearance of the ancestral god gave him an invisible pressure, and he wanted to verify with his own hands how strong the ancestral god in front of him was.

Shout! Shout! Shout!

Beyond the boundaries of lightning, incredibly fast.

Everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and the heavens and the earth were covered with sword marks.

An ancient and strange divine weapon appeared in the hand of the ancestral god, like a knife not a knife, like a sword not a sword, containing an incomparably powerful aura, and with a shake of his arm, he turned into a heavy illusory shadow in an instant.

Zhuge Xingyi's pupils shook slightly.

It's the real thing! Far from being a phantom.

Because the speed of the ancestral god is so fast, so fast that it feels like it's just a heavily folded shadow.

"In terms of speed, it is also what Minister Gao is good at." Xiao Yang muttered to himself, sat cross-legged on the spot, and adjusted his injuries after taking a elixir. "It's a battle of speed!" Xiao Yang remembered that in Tianmen Mountain, the ancestral god Gao Wanteng took himself with one hand, and he could easily shake off the joint pursuit of Yuwen Cang and the Peerless Great Immortal, and his speed was also beyond the ordinary peerless powerhouses of the same level.

Speed Showdown!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sky seemed to be an innumerable phantom, the sound of violent collision shook like firecrackers, and in just one breath, the two sides fought each other for many rounds, and the entire sky above the top of Mount Tai was horizontal, and the gods were shining-

At this moment, everyone below was stunned.

It's faster than they ever imagined.

At this moment, even the Ji Li Immortal and even the Peerless Immortal who had been injured were extremely difficult to clearly capture the specific traces of the two of them. Not to mention the rest of the factions or the powerhouses of the Demon Gate, they could only see a large area of various lights shining, and the sound of the collision of divine weapons in their ears became more and more crisp.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The sound shook the sky.

Everyone couldn't tell which one had the upper hand, they just stared up, waiting for the final outcome -

The battle between Zhuge Xingyi and the ancestral gods will determine the final outcome of this decisive battle on Mount Tai today.

Everyone is hungry for victory!

Everyone longs to live and stand on the top of Mount Tai!

"Zhuge God King will definitely win!" The Demon Gate prayed secretly.

"How can a master not be victorious?" The little divine dragon had extremely strong confidence in the ancestral god, and his eyes glanced at the battle above, his eyes constantly flashing with bursts of divine light. Suddenly, the little divine dragon seemed to sense a strange aura descending from the depths of the sky-

"Huh?" As soon as Xiao Shenlong raised his head, his brows furrowed, revealing confusion and doubt.