Zihara's voice was no longer just a roar, but a roar.

As soon as his words fell, all the ten thousand swords in the Demon Slaying Sword Array shot towards Yan Fei, as well as those Gangfeng, everything, there was only one goal, Yan Fei.

Countless flying swords struck Yan Fei at a thunderous speed.

However, when they approached Yan Fei at a certain distance, their speed immediately slowed down, and in the end, none of the flying swords could enter within a zhang of Yan Fei's surroundings.

The blade of Wan Jian's sword pointed at Yan Fei, and time seemed to stand still.

Ten thousand swords, it is difficult to advance an inch.

Buzz, buzz!

Ziyuan Zhenren controlled the Demon Slaying Sword Formation, and he was doing his best to control these flying swords to kill Yan Fei.

But no matter how hard he tried, these flying swords just couldn't advance half an inch.

The strong urging prompted Wan Jian to let out a burst of mournful sounds.

After about a cup of tea, Yan Fei moved his muscles and bones slightly, and then, the fierce tiger body shook.

Look at the flying swords again.

Boom, boom, boom!

Countless flying swords burst out with a deafening sound, and they all burst in the void, turning into clusters of light and shadow, and finally disappeared without a trace.

The five old men sat on the ground, looking at the scene in the air in a daze, all five people opened their mouths wide, because they were too shocked, their eyes looked at it without blinking, at this moment, they even forgot that they were in the demon gate, that was the existence of ten thousand people under one person.

They are like five old men who are dying, they feel so small, they are so fragile.

Ziyuan Zhenren has already exerted the demon slaying sword array to the extreme, and he still can't help Yan Fei.

The current Ziyuan real person is already poor in donkey skills.

But he was by no means reconciled, since the Demon Slaying Sword Formation had lost its effect, Ziyuan Zhenren's brain was hot, and he grabbed the Demon Slaying Sword at the eye of the Demon Slaying Sword Formation, his body flickered, and he was ready to rely on his own strength to fight Yan Fei alone.

As the Demon Slaying Sword left the Array, the Demon Slaying Sword Formation began to become unstable.

However, no one cares.

The five old men sat on the ground, and they clearly saw that about three zhang away in front of Yan Fei, the figure of an old man gradually became solidified.

The old man had a childish face, was wearing a Tai Chi gossip sword robe, and was holding a simple long sword in his hand.

The long sword was covered with ancient runes, rippling with Haoran righteousness.

"Demon Slaying Sword, look, that's the Demon Slaying Sword. ”

"That's right, the old man has seen this old way, he is the fourth elder of the Shushan Sword Sect, Ziyuan Zhenren. ”

"This old way, it seems that he is going to fight hard with Yan Fei, the demon slaying sword has left the eye of the formation, and we should be able to break this formation. ”

"Hey, what's the break? Don't move, if I were you, watch honestly, don't move. ”

At this moment, the five old men became very well-behaved and even very cute.

The five of them sat honestly on the ground motionless, just like the audience waiting for the movie to be released.

Ziyuan Zhenren deity grabbed the demon slashing sword and levitated three zhang away in front of Yan Fei, his face was full of solemnity, and a pair of silver eyebrows were windless.

"Yan Fei, you have fallen into the demon path, and if you don't look back, it's too late. ”

After a few breaths, Ziyuan Zhenren slowly spoke, his voice full of majesty. Yan Fei's pair of bloody eyes stared at Ziyuan Zhenren, and after a few breaths, he laughed: "Haha, hahahaha, fall into the demon road?" I Yan Fei, I will not fall into any of them, Ziyuan Zhenren, today, I don't want to kill you, the demon sword is left, you quickly go back to Shushan Sword."

Zong, you can save a life. ”

The four elders of the Shushan Sword Sect, Ziyuan Zhenren, where can he listen to this, Yan Fei's words are simply a great insult to him.

Airplanes!

A sword roar sounded, and Ziyuan Zhenren raised the demon slaying sword, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at Yan Fei. "You, madman...... The surname Yan, look at yourself, now you are a human and not a ghost, a demon is not a demon, you are simply a monster, a person like you is still in this heaven and earth, where is the way of heaven?

。 ”

Right here and now.

The Demon Slaying Sword Formation had begun to collapse, and people from the outside could already vaguely feel the abnormalities in the Sword Formation.

Shushan, Sword Sect.

The head Ziling Zhenren pinched his fingers, and the other elders were all in the main hall.

Suddenly, Ziling Zhenren's face changed, he opened his eyes, and exclaimed: "It's not good, the fourth junior brother is in trouble." ”

Hearing this, all the elders showed anxious expressions.

"Senior Brother in charge, could it be that there is something wrong with the Demon Slaying Sword Formation?"

"Impossible, how is this possible, the demon slaying sword is the treasure of this sect, specializing in overcoming the demons and evil things in the world, the demon cultivators of the five major demon gates, when they enter the array, they must be in a different place, can they still break the demon slaying sword formation?"

"It's him...... He's coming. The face of the head Ziling Zhenren was extremely solemn, and he was still pinching his fingers, as if everything was under his control.

"He, who is he?"

"Who's here, senior brother in charge, what do you mean?"

Ziling Zhenren didn't have time to explain more, he waved his hands quickly, and everyone could clearly see that on Ziling Zhenren's body, a phantom rose into the air, turned into an afterimage and rushed out of the hall, and galloped straight in the direction of the Demon Slaying Sword Array.

In the Demon Slaying Sword Formation that was about to break, the green tendons on Ziyuan Zhenren's forehead burst out, and the Demon Slaying Sword in his hand pointed directly at Yan Fei.

Looking at Yan Fei again, the palm of his right hand slowly stretched, and then made a movement of holding the sword, in the palm of his hand, revealing a solid blood light, the blood light quickly condensed, and finally condensed into a blood sword, which was the Evil Sword.

The Evil Sword that has been merged with Yan Feiren's sword does not need to be put into any Qiankun bag at all.

A thought can be condensed, and a thought can be released.

Moreover, this Evil Sword has been perfectly fused with Yan Fei's Immortal Sword Body.

Buzz, buzz!

The powerful demonic breath revealed from the Evil Sword made the body of the Demon Slashing Sword tremble violently.

Even Ziyuan Zhenren couldn't tell whether the Demon Slashing Sword was excited or afraid.

Right now.

Thousands of miles of sound, an old voice came slowly: "Fourth senior brother, return to the Sword Sect quickly." ”

Ziyuan Zhenren's face changed.

He could hear that this was the voice of Ziling Zhenren, the head of the Sword Sect, and he didn't dare to disobey the orders of the head of the sect.

But he was unwilling and seemed a little hesitant.

"Ziyuan, the order of the master, do you dare to disobey?"

This time, Ziyuan Zhenren didn't dare to disobey, he glared at Yan Fei angrily, and said angrily: "The surname Yan, today is your fate, but the poor Dao tells you that one day you will ......"

Many people died of talking too much.

Especially in front of Yan Fei, who has always been uneasy and unreasonable, has always been ruthless and decisive. Nonsense, it's just looking for death.