In the smoky square, the monster's huge body sank into the shattered masonry, and the tingling pain from its brain made its struggle more and more messy and weak.

The monster tilted its head, blood and tears flowed in its eyes, and the white hair of Ye Changsheng fluttering in the air was like a waterfall that flew out.

He transformed, becoming an ugly monster, and Ye Changsheng also transformed, but he was still white-haired and immortal.

Why is this world so unfair?

In the monster's tearful eyes, tiny points of light flashed in the sky, and nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine long swords, like falling stars, shrouded its body.

A flash of brilliance flashed in the monster's eyes, and it was not in vain to be able to die under ten thousand swords.

Filled with relief, it gave up the struggle and looked up at the twinkling stars in the sky.

The Xuanlong Sword lying on the ground felt that something was wrong and jumped violently on the ground.

However, before it could bounce up, it was trampled under Ye Changsheng's giant feet.

The swords fell like rain, and they fell one after another, and they were densely nailed to the monster's body.

The monster craned its neck and let out a terrible roar, black blood flew out one after another, and two sword lights flashed, piercing its eyes.

Ye Changsheng looked at the struggling Xuanlong Sword under his feet with cold eyes, and said coldly: "Ten thousand swords, there is still the last sword left!"

Call!

The immortal sword in his hand shrank in an instant, returned to its original form, and slashed between Ye Changsheng's fingers.

Bite!

The white body of the Immortal Sword instantly pierced the Xuanlong Sword and nailed the Xuanlong Sword to the ground.

The 10,000th sword is like piercing the heart of the opponent.

Kill with a sword!

Ten thousand swords in unison!

Airplanes!

With the slight trembling of the Immortal Sword, the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine long swords inserted in the monster's body also trembled at the same time, rippling with a divine light.

"Roar!"

The monster let out a long roar, blood and tears streaming from its piercing eyes, and it desperately raised its head before falling safely.

Click!

The Xuanlong Sword, which was pierced by the Immortal Sword, was steaming with black mist, and blood-colored cracks bloomed on the sword body, and the blood light was like blood, seeping out.

Bang!

The sword shattered.

A black mist swirled and swept under the giant's feet.

Ye Changsheng stood up to the sky, his silver hair was like a waterfall, looking down at the shattered Xuanlong Sword and the monsters that had fallen silent, a trace of exhaustion flashed in his eyes.

If it weren't for the sake of killing this monster as soon as possible, he wouldn't have used the mysteries of the Nine Heavens Refining Technique in public.

It's just that at the moment of transformation, the mustard seeds in the five-layer floating slaughter space have extinguished twenty fluffs.

With a snort, Ye Changsheng shrank rapidly, changed back to his original appearance, and casually picked up the immortal sword and hung it on his waist.

Changdong, brothers, you can look at it!

The sledgehammer watching the battle opened his mouth wide and his eyes widened, and it wasn't until Ye Changsheng looked at him that he reacted, hurriedly took out a wheelchair from the storage space, and pushed it over.

Ye Changsheng just left, didn't say anything, didn't explain anything, sat in a wheelchair silently, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

On the square, there was silence, and the people watching the battle were still immersed in the previous shock.

The art of transformation is not unusual, the madness of the orcs, and the Sumeru supernatural powers of the Buddhism can all be transformed.

Moreover, once a cultivator transforms, the increase in strength is not great, but the physical attack becomes stronger.

If in the realm of the strong, transformation often means greater consumption, means exposing a larger target of attack, and means amplifying shortcomings, so only in certain specific situations will transformation exert good power.

However, I have to admit that the visual shock and spiritual shock brought by the transformation are too strong.

Especially the moment when the monster stood up its chest, especially the moment when Ye Changsheng pulled out the sword tower with one hand, the power of transforming into a supernatural power seemed to be infinitely magnified.

What was even more puzzled by the masters was that the aura that Ye Changsheng exuded after his transformation was a bit like the Great Sumeru Power cultivated by the Huixin Sect, but it also carried a dark aura.

These two were originally contradictory, but they appeared in one person at the same time, and they blended without hindrance, which is a bit unbelievable.

Probably only Wu Zhen knows the inside story, the power of Buddhism blessed by Ye Changsheng comes from the Great Sage Zen Master of the Five Ancestors of Huixin.

And the five ancestors of Huixin are worshiped by Buddhism as the ancestors of the Demon Gate!

Xiao Baiyi's face turned pale, he clenched the hilt of his sword, gritted his teeth and said, "Ye Changsheng, within ten years, I must defeat you!"

Everyone couldn't help but smile when they heard this, and the world became lively and interesting because of these geniuses chasing each other.

Ye Changsheng slapped his ass and left, leaving them with a mess.

After all, the person who died was Gongsun Kang, a prince of the Gongsun Imperial Family, and the form he transformed into a monster was fixed by Ye Changsheng with ten thousand swords.

And the sword tower with a height of nine feet, nine feet and nine inches, is already the fourth landmark in the Eastern Capital, but the work of the morning has disappeared, how to explain it to the world?

Mu Qingke, the leader of the Sword Forger Guild, had a flash of brilliance in his eyes, and said solemnly: "These nine hundred and ninety-nine long swords are of great significance, and the guild will once again erect the sword tower in the original order." ”

Everyone nodded, Ten Thousand Swords had suppressed an evil monster, which had given them greater significance, and the Sword Tower should stand again.

The problem of the sword is solved, how can the matter of Gongsun Kang be solved?

The abbot of Fuyun Temple, Master Huiming, who has always been solemn, said slowly: "The poor monk came this time to accept the entrustment of the Gongsun family to collect the body of Gongsun Kang. ”

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned, and then nodded suddenly.

In this way, even if the Gongsun family will not have a good reputation for killing relatives in righteousness, the world will not be able to accuse the Gongsun family of conniving against evil.

The disciples of the Xingyue Sect were in mixed moods and had mixed tastes.

Including Xiao Baiyi, many of them know Gongsun Kang, how can Gongsun Kang not be emotionally touched when he is at such a point today?

Although Gongsun Kang brought a lot of negative things to the sect and ruined the reputation of the sect, he was already dead, and he died in a way that the world could not imagine, so all grievances and grievances could also be dissipated because of this.

A swordsman regards his death under the opponent's sword as a kind of destiny, and dying under the opponent's ten thousand swords is a great comfort and even glory.

Ye Changsheng is cruel, but he is also merciful.

At least he didn't watch Gongsun Kang die under his own sword.

There are no giants in the square, but there is still silver hair in everyone's eyes, there is no longer Ye Changsheng in the square, but everyone's eyes are still staring at the direction where the wheelchair is leaving.

Perhaps the reason why a genius is a genius is because he has left the world with only his back.