The word "chop" is exported.

The four flying swords turned into four streamers in an instant.

The sword momentum of these four flying swords was much stronger than every small flying sword in the sword array.

It can even be said that ...... The sword momentum in the entire sword array was not comparable to any of the four swords.

Dong Huang, who was trapped in the center of the sword formation, had an ugly face, and he could feel the blood constantly spilling from his body, and a chill faintly spread among his spine.

His body and body are not unblemished.

Unless you practice to the point of immortality.

Otherwise, no one can be "perfect".

He is also like this, with a physique, there is the strongest place, the most fearless place to attack, and naturally there is also the weakest place...... And this cultivator named Luo Changsheng suppressed an entire sword formation, and all the flying swords, attacks regardless of the purpose, covered his entire body.

Every sword can inflict damage on itself...... This is already a very horrible thing.

It was on the Daisetsuzan Mountains.

The moment he fell to the ground, Jiang Lin slashed with all his might, but it was just a bloody cut.

And what made Donghuang vaguely feel "uneasy" was that at the very beginning, he felt the "sword momentum" that seemed to be nothing, and the human being dressed in white was hiding a sword somewhere.

Where is that sword?

Where is that sword power?

Is it some flying sword in this sword array?

The Eastern Emperor could not be sure...... Because "capturing" this thing is really not his strong point, among such a large number of flying swords, he can't accurately sense the sword momentum carried by each flying sword.

Until, Luo Chang vividly used the "Four Swords of Qiang Mountain".

The Eastern Emperor found himself vastly underestimating this human being.

His perception of "Luo Changsheng" is only higher than that of Jiang Lin and Bai Rulai, a little higher, but not too much.

But now it seems.

It is "a little higher", and the "little bit" of this is probably difficult to estimate.

Looking at the mountains and running dead horses, over the years, Cao Ran and Ye Hongfu have done such things...... They kept chasing Luo Changsheng, and always found that there was a slight gap, which could never be filled, and later they found out that the person who could always be only "a little bit taller" than you was actually much higher.

Luo Changsheng hid too deeply.

Even the Eastern Emperor looked away.

Four ancient swords broke through the air in an instant.

"Haoran" nailed into the left shoulder of the Eastern Emperor, and "Changqi" nailed into the right shoulder, these two flying swords pierced into the flesh and blood without any resistance, rotating and breaking through the air, one left and one right, with majestic energy, shooting the Eastern Emperor on a cliff that came out of the top of the Baozhu Mountain.

"Jingguan" hit the lower abdomen of the Eastern Emperor, making a clattering sound of shattering, the Eastern Emperor's face was pale, and it was still the posture of protecting his cheeks with both hands, but the body in the lower abdomen only lasted two breaths, and then it clicked and shattered, and the inscription on the "Jingguan" flying sword flowed like hot magma, and the entire ancient sword glowed with a fiery red color, igniting a hot mist, and with Luo Changsheng's forward step, he forced forward for three points, and the tip of the sword pierced into the blood.

Luo Changsheng's expression was calm.

There is the "dantian" of human beings, and many demon cultivators will also practice here, so they often condense a demon bead, which is called "Sui Demon Bead" by the Great Sui side, and is divided into two factions of yin and yang according to the practice of the demon cultivator itself.

However, in the lower abdomen of the Eastern Emperor, he did not feel the existence of the "demon bead".

is an alternative practitioner.

Luo Changsheng was not surprised by this, because the dantian was really weak, and no matter how strong the demon cultivator's physique was, it was difficult to directly shake the flying sword of the sword cultivator, so some powerful demon clans, in the evolutionary bloodline, gradually moved the position of the demon bead...... Although there are very few demon clans who do this, there are very few.

But it is a reasonable thing for Donghuang to be able to do it.

The fourth flying sword.

"Wordless".

This sword went straight to the center of the Eastern Emperor's eyebrows.

The four flying swords swept at the same time, but the fourth sword arrived the slowest.

It is because the power of "no word" is the greatest and the heaviest, and the place where "no word" wants to pierce is the most important place.

Whether it is a human or a demon, after the enlightenment, the divine thoughts are accumulated in the sea of gods, and the center of the eyebrows is connected to the skull, and the sea of gods is in this position, if the sea of gods is damaged...... Then it is equivalent to "death".

One, two, two swords, stabbed to the left and right shoulders respectively, these two swords into the bone and flesh, both extremely smooth.

The third sword is already a bit tough.

As Luo Changsheng expected.

The fourth sword, three feet away from the air, can no longer be entered, and the forehead of the Eastern Emperor is the most important place.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued to move forward, the previous flying sword sword formation, the speed was slower than the four long swords, and it was also "moved" at this moment In front of the Eastern Emperor, the flying sword light in the sky was like a locust, chiseling the cliff of Baozhu Mountain, the tall black-robed man who was nailed to the mountain wall made a dull roar in his throat, and blood was constantly splashing everywhere in his body, these flying swords chiseled against the stone wall, constantly hitting the Eastern Emperor's physique, constantly being bounced off, and constantly hitting again, this process has been carried out seventeen or eighteen times in just a few breaths, and the speed is getting faster and faster.

The Eastern Emperor's expression was extremely gloomy.

He closed his eyes and didn't look at what was in front of him, because he knew that when he opened his eyes, what he saw was nothing more than an endless tide of flying swords, and he couldn't see anything else.

No matter how noisy and noisy the outside world is.

No matter how much pain comes from your body.

His mind is always calm, like a sea, without waves...... The piece of "sword momentum" he was looking for still had no result, and countless tide-like small sword momentums, among the four large sword momentums, drowned out all his perception.

Moreover, the fourth sword hangs just in front of his eyebrows.

Three feet.

Now it's two feet.

He maintained this "near-perfect" defensive stance, but it wasn't long before the third sword reached the center of his brow...... This posture will no longer be maintained.

Is the man known as the "Immortal" waiting for the moment when he reveals his flaws?

Donghuang pursed his lips and looked solemn.

......

......

The head of the northern city and Fengming Mountain are all solemn.

At this point, the battle began, and the pictures of each scene were clearly transmitted to the spectators of the two worlds.

Luo Changsheng showed an extremely strong suppressive force.

When the small sword array appeared, Cao Ran and Ye Hongfu's expressions were a little dazed...... They swapped themselves with the Eastern Emperor, and then discovered a cruel reality.

If that little sword array falls on you.

So can they withstand this dense and powerful sword momentum?

Maybe you can resist it...... So what about the next Qiangshan Four Swords?

Four swords are not needed.

Haoran's two long breaths should be enough to lay the odds of victory.

Cao Ran was even more amazed at the physique of the "Eastern Emperor", he couldn't imagine how strong the bloodline of this demon genius was, so that he could still not be hit hard under such a crazy offensive, and the spilling of this blood did not have the slightest sense of essence...... For these physical cultivators, as long as they are not beaten out of their hearts and blood, or their natal essence blood, then it is nothing more than physical suffering.

Cutaneous trauma.

Not fatal.

The Great Wall in the north was solemn, and Fengming Mountain was even more so, the expressions of the demon cultivators were quite solemn, their eyes were a little desperate, the Eastern Emperor had fought all the enemies in the demon clan's world, and now he couldn't even touch a corner of Luo Changsheng's clothes?

......

......

The cliffs of Baozhu Mountain are like a chopping board.

Luo Changsheng is a sword warrior.

Donghuang is fish.

Countless flying swords, taking and demanding, shuttling back and forth, this cliff rises with blazing smoke, at this moment it is more like a small copper furnace, and the Eastern Emperor is like a certain uncivilized sword strip, which is being beaten by Luo Changsheng countless times, until it is finally refined into steel, condensed out of the furnace, and the hot blood spreads, and the flying sword comes and goes again and again, and these blood are beaten into red "water vapor".

Warm and terrifying picture.

And the Eastern Emperor, who closed his eyes tightly, looked pale, and what really frightened him was the fourth sword, which had already reached the center of his eyebrows, only a millimeter, and was still advancing slowly.

Only when you really face sword cultivation can you know how powerful and terrifying the word "sword cultivation" means.

In the Tiandu Imperial City, Emperor Taizong, who had the iron law and the throne, was almost killed by Xu Zang at a very close distance.

And today's Baozhu Mountain...... It's almost the same drama that was staged at the beginning.

The sword qi severed all connections.

The "old dragon clock" is like an ornament at the moment.

Cultivators with strong physiques always seem to make such mistakes...... They tried to use their own flesh and blood to measure whether the sword of sword cultivation was sharp enough.

......

......

Luo Changsheng has been walking.

He kept walking towards the cliff and kept approaching the Eastern Emperor.

The closer he walked.

The closer the "wordless" is.

And the majestic, nowathic "sword momentum" is getting closer.

On the blade of the "wordless" sword, it gradually shone brightly, and then the first word appeared, followed by the second and third ...... I don't know when these words came from, I don't know where they came from, but I saw them one by one delicate as seals, and large pieces appeared on the body of the sword, like half of the sea, continuously filling the entire three-foot area in front of the Eastern Emperor.

It's like ...... A dense sea.

Or a dense sword.

Luo Changsheng's cuffs, the wisps of ink that slowly emerged, had gradually spread from the cuffs, to the forearms, and continued to spread, and a small part of the white sleeve robe had been soaked and then carried out like an ink pool, like a long dark night.

On his body, the original "warm as jade" gas state has disappeared most of it at this moment.

The eyes are indifferent and emotionless.

He stopped abruptly, stopped advancing, and stood in front of the sword formation.

The distance from the cliff is no longer indented.

The distance from the Eastern Emperor is no longer indented.

His sleeves were down, and his current posture was like watching, watching, waiting.

The "wordless" had already pierced into the flesh and blood of the Eastern Emperor's eyebrows, and an extremely narrow blood mouth overflowed with blood.

The distance was so close that it seemed as if you could hear the shattering sound of the sea of gods.

Luo Changsheng was indeed waiting.

He was waiting for the decision of the Eastern Emperor...... Is it to be smashed by "no word" Shenhai, or choose to expose that flaw.