Endless spirit swords crowded this space, surging towards Zhang Heng with a fierce sword dao momentum, an indescribable sense of depression enveloped Zhang Heng, and this space had a feeling that it was about to be crushed. In the face of this force, Zhang Heng's body seemed to be imprisoned, and he couldn't even make the simplest dodge move.

Before the giant sword was close, Zhang Heng could feel the extreme power, the power that was so strong that it was irresistible.

However, at this moment, Zhang Heng was unusually calm.

Even he knew that as long as those spirit swords were close, they didn't need to touch him, relying on their powerful momentum, they could crush his body into powder.

Even if the aura in his body was all suppressed, his body was like a candle in the cold wind in the face of this power, which could be extinguished at any time.

But he was unusually calm.

The light of the eyes is always as plain as water;

The breath is still as gentle as the wind.

Joke, he Zhang Heng has experienced many winds and waves, he has never seen any scenes, he didn't even blink an eye when he was struck by thunder, and even, he had already died once, his heart was already indestructible, how could he be flustered?

The previous performances were just to make these women happy.

Moreover, he believed that those old monsters on the Immortal Cultivation Continent would not let him die.

Mu Lao would never let him die.

The most important thing is that he is the protagonist, he has a system, even if the whole world throws him away, even if all the powerhouses and Mu Lao's heads in the Xiuxian Continent are caught by the door and fail to help in time, the system will definitely save him.

Sure enough, in the next moment, a powerful force that was both familiar and unfamiliar appeared from within his body.

The corner of Zhang Heng's mouth smiled slightly, Mu Lao was quite refreshing this time!

(Mu Lao: "Can you not be happy?, if your kid dies, where can the old man find another hope?")

On the other side, Miao Suyi and Mu Wanqing looked at Zhang Heng nervously, although Zhang Heng said that he was very powerful, although Zhang Heng was very calm from beginning to end, although the eldest sister Wuya on the other side also showed an indifferent look, but this spirit sword in the sky, just a glance can make people feel desperate, can Zhang Heng really stop it?

All over the Immortal Cultivation Continent, many high-level cultivators were staring at Zhang Heng with solemn expressions, they had already secretly mentioned their aura, no matter what, they couldn't let Zhang Heng die here, they finally waited for a hope, how could they watch this hope be shattered?

The giant sword was getting closer and closer to Zhang Heng's body.

That huge extreme sword intent had already wrapped Zhang Heng.

But the young man in white always had a calm face, his expression was indifferent, he stood still with a gun, and he didn't say anything, and he didn't make any moves.

If you look closely, it's quite handsome.

In the face of danger, he looks down on everything, and has the capital of the emperor.

But the problem is, now is not the time to be handsome.

This is a critical moment of life and death, if life is gone, everything will no longer exist, no matter how handsome it is, it is useless.

At this moment, the hearts of countless people were hanging, and many old guys were about to lose control of their breath.

Above the height of the imperial city of Yan Kingdom hundreds of miles above the ground, Wu Ya has always been very calm, he is the least worried about Zhang Heng's safety, not because she is hard-hearted, but because she has the ultimate confidence in Zhang Heng.

On the other side, Miao Suyi and Mu Wanqing's two daughters were becoming more and more worried, their breath became heavier and heavier, and their bodies couldn't stop trembling, if it weren't for the fear of affecting Zhang Heng, they were afraid that they would not be able to control and fly over.

They are not strong enough, so they can only watch from afar.

Even, they didn't dare to remind Zhang Heng loudly, for fear that Zhang Heng would be distracted.

The whistling wind blew Zhang Heng's white shirt, Zhang Heng's body looked weak in front of the giant sword, and it seemed that he might fall down at any time, and the spear in his hand seemed to have become his only reliance.

The next moment, everyone saw a scene that made them stunned and unbelievable.

Everyone saw that when the thousands of spirit swords were about to touch Zhang Heng, Zhang Heng not only did not resist, but instead included the holy weapon soul breaking spear into the space ring.

Seeing Zhang Heng's movements, everyone was not calm.

"What? The Son of Heaven is crazy!"

"Stupid, really stupid, do you really think that he is immortal and immortal?"

"This is too big, Zhang Heng shouldn't be such a character. ”

"How can he stop without a holy weapon. ”

Mu Wanqing and Miao Suyi couldn't help but call out at the same time: "Zhang Heng."

No matter how powerful Zhang Heng, the son of Heavenly Dao, is, he is only a younger generation after all, his strength, as everyone saw clearly just now, is only around the eighth order of the Tianyuan Realm, and this kind of strength is undoubtedly the strongest among the younger generation.

The strongest that no one can match.

But now, what Zhang Heng has to face is the Ten Thousand Swords Gui Sect that the Sword Saint disciples have used all their strength to exert, and it is the Ten Thousand Swords Gui Sect composed of three thousand spirit swords, this blow represents the supreme opinion of the Sword Saint Dugu Bai in the way of the sword, and its power is terrifying.

Even many of the famous older generation of high-level Tianyuan cultivators could only die with hatred in the face of this blow, without the strength of the Transformation God Realm, it was absolutely impossible to survive under this blow, if they wanted to retreat with their whole body, everyone estimated that they had to have the strength of the middle-level Transformation God.

Originally, Zhang Heng, the son of Heavenly Dao, was extremely strong, and he had the holy weapon of Yunluo Holy Land in his hand, so it was possible for him to block this blow.

But now, Zhang Heng actually accepted the holy weapon, which is not showing that he is weakening his strength? In other words, he is looking for death.

At this moment, many people were not calm, and some of the older generation of monks who didn't have much time invariably made a move, and bursts of powerful aura broke out across the mainland.

Even the Four Great Holy Masters were subconsciously preparing to make a move.

No matter what, you have to save Zhang Heng.

Even if Zhang Heng doesn't seem to be very smart, but if he saves it first, he should still have a future if he cultivates it well.

In the entire Immortal Cultivation Continent, the only ones who can maintain their composure are the strong men of the Wu clan who have seen Zhang Heng's "true strength", at this moment, they did not set their eyes on Zhang Heng, but instead observed some strong people who are usually as stable as an old dog but are anxious at the moment, such a powerful contrast makes them want to laugh very much.

In the next breath, Zhang Heng moved.

In the center of everyone's gaze, Zhang Heng slowly stretched out his hands, and then, his body squatted slightly, and his hands danced up and down unhurriedly.

Everyone felt that their IQ was insufficient.

What was he doing?

Do you feel like you're dead, and you want to do a dance before you make a splash?

The realm of the Son of Heavenly Dao is really not comparable to ordinary people like them, even if they die, they have to die with a sense of ritual.

The spirit sword approached with a world-destroying coercion, a supreme aura that was enough to devour everything, but Zhang Heng had no breath on his body at all, and he had an image of giving up resistance.

When the giant sword is near, he will die, and there is no scum left.

At this moment, Zhang Heng was still continuing his movements without hurrying, only to see that his gas was calm, his body was shaking regularly from side to side, and the cooperation on his hands seemed to be a bit of a doorway, looking brisk and elegant.

However, he doesn't have any aura on his body!

Everyone understood that Zhang Heng, a stupid child, was really scared stupid.

But just when the huge sword array formed by the gathering of three thousand spirit swords was about to touch Zhang Heng, Zhang Heng's body unexpectedly burst out with a shocking aura of aura.

After feeling this aura, many of the Tribulation Realm Cultivators who were originally going to rescue Zhang Heng stopped their movements, and then looked at Zhang Heng in the sky with a shocked expression.

Zhang Heng circled his body with both hands, and then, an invisible avenue aura appeared in vain, surrounding Zhang Heng's side, and the spirit sword with a monstrous momentum came to Zhang Heng's body before and after, and it stopped without warning, unable to take another half an inch, without causing any waves, and even the supreme momentum gradually calmed down.

It's fake!

Many people stared straight with wide eyes. At this moment, they were already too shocked to think anymore.

It's incredible.

The momentum of the three thousand spirit swords is overwhelming, and there is a supreme momentum that cuts through everything.

And the momentum on Zhang Heng, the son of Heavenly Dao, is not strong, it is not weak, but he really defused the offensive of the three thousand spirit swords?