The storm of sword qi raged in the dragon gate, and the increasingly fierce posture made the surrounding battle gradually stop.

No one wanted to fight, and suddenly they were swept into that storm of sword qi, and then they were strangled to death.

The subordinates of the major forces dragged their scarred bodies, away from the storm of sword qi, and the corpses all over the ground made them subconsciously stunned for a long time, and it was hard to imagine that they were fighting in such a hell just now.

Soon, their attention was again attracted by the powerful storm of sword qi.

Inside, Wang Zhentong, Qiu Zhenyi and Yang Qianliu fought fiercely.

With a long roar, rush away the storm of sword qi!

Once the sword qi storm dissipated, everyone was able to see the state of the three of them at the moment.

Surprisingly, at this time, Qiu Zhenyi and Yang Qianliu were extremely embarrassed, and their sword robes were almost broken.

Qiu Zhenyi had a striking sword wound on his left arm, and the purple-red flames burned at the wound, which made his face pale and sweat profusely.

Yang Qianliu was also uncomfortable, with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, his face was colorless, and his eyes were full of exhaustion.

And when everyone saw Wang Zhentong, they couldn't help but let out bursts of exclamations.

They didn't seem to be able to see Wang Zhentong's figure anymore, and in their eyes, there was only a strange blood mist, exuding a ferocious aura that made the hair stand on end.

"Wang Zhentong, what's wrong?"

"Isn't this some kind of kendo supernatural ability?!"

"That blood mist looks terrifying!" the person who spoke couldn't help but shudder.

"I've seen that blood mist, it was when Guo Ling led his men to encircle and suppress the people of Bee Valley on a water island!"

"That's right, I also remembered that a big bald head in the Bee Valley was like him at that time, but in comparison, the blood mist in front of him was not only larger, but also more terrifying!"

"In this way, the rumors that have been circulating in Barren Mountain Town recently are true, this Wang Zhentong has indeed obtained a technique from Bee Gu Jiang Li, and he is relying on this technique at the moment to resist the joint attack of Qiu Zhenyi and Yang Qianliu!"

"Isn't this kendo technique really as powerful as rumored?"

"Maybe it's a bit exaggerated, but being able to make Wang Zhentong one against two must have something outstanding!"

Qiu Yizhen gasped like a cow, looking at the strange blood mist churning not far away, and some kind of indescribable light flashed in his eyes.

Wang Zhentong's strength is somewhat beyond his expectations.

Earlier, I watched the battle between him and Bee Gu Jiang Li, and for the first time I knew that his body was so strong, and this time when he and Yang Qianliu led people to surround Longmen, the two guessed that fighting alone was definitely not his opponent, but they never expected that even if the two joined forces, they couldn't suppress this guy.

At this moment, he was in a difficult situation, the sword wound on his left arm, the purple demon fire from Wang Zhentong's sword was trying to invade his body, if he hadn't resisted with the sword yuan force, this would be a big trouble.

When Wang Zhentong first arrived, he used this purple demon fire to shock the party, and finally established the famous Dragon Gate.

He must end this fight as soon as possible, win or lose, but find a quiet place to settle this problem.

Roar!

The roar came from the blood mist, which made Qiu Yizhen's body tense subconsciously, and it was conceivable how much pressure Wang Zhentong put on him.

The blood mist suddenly reversed, and a monster with blood-red eyes rushed towards Yang Qianliu at an extremely fast speed with a gust of bloody wind.

That's right, the thing with a hideous face and bloodshot eyes seemed to the two of them to be a monster at all, not a person.

Yang Qianliu secretly scolded damned, just because Wang Zhentong actually rushed towards him!

scolded and scolded, but the movements of his hands were not slow.

Buzzing!

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and a long blue river emerged in the amazed eyes of everyone, and the long river wandered around Yang Qianliu's body, and then followed the sword edge he raised, rushing towards the oncoming Wang Zhentong.

Rumble!

The long river condensed with sword qi, like a real river, crashed down on Wang Zhentong's body, the sword qi was like a wave, and it was full of stamina, wave after wave, endlessly.

In the face of this great wave of sword qi, Wang Zhentong, who had lost his mind, turned into a violent water beast, and let the great wave of sword qi wash over his body, pushing all the way!

Crash!

The wave of sword qi couldn't stop the other party's footsteps at all, and when it was close, the tiger sword in Wang Zhentong's hand bloomed with a fierce light, and with a slash in the air, the half-moon-like purple-red sword light came out of the sword, slashing through the sword river, and pointed directly at the pale Yang Qianliu!

At the critical moment, Yang Qianliu raised the Thousand Water Spirit Sword in his hand, and the sword light on the sword body suddenly spread, turning into a flowing water cover, blocking in front of him.

At that time, on the left and right sides, two sword lights rushed through the void like tree roots, revealing their edges, wanting to cut off Wang Zhentong's legs.

Wang Zhentong's body suddenly stopped, and when he looked down, his legs were entangled by two green sword lights, and the sword light exploded, but it was difficult to invade his body.

After a while, he roared suddenly, and his majestic qi exploded, thumping twice, and directly broke away these two sword lights as tough as old roots with brute force.

Qiu Zhenyi, who was not far away, trembled and felt a little uncomfortable.

Rumble!

At this time, the beast-like Wang Zhentong had already slashed on the water cover with a sword, and a piece of ripples spread out from the place where the sword was slashed, and the ingenious method of unloading the force made Yang Qianliu barely block the impact of the former.

Roar!

Brute force is difficult to break through the water cover, Wang Zhentong roared again and again, irritable he raised his left hand, and the purple-red sword force surged violently in mid-air, and after an instant, hundreds of sword shadows burning with purple-red cold flames were generated out of thin air, and in Wang Zhentong's roar, they shot down in the air.

Yang Qianliu's eyes reflected the sword shadow above, slightly flustered.

"Big brother, I'm here to help you!"

With a bang, Yang Baishan, the deputy gang leader of the Hundred Refining Hall, flashed over, and standing side by side with his brother Yang Qianliu, he raised the yellow-brown spirit sword in his hand.

The earth trembled, and the sword force gushed out from under his feet, the floor tiles scattered, the earth splashed everywhere, and in the roar, an earthen wall rose from the ground, covering behind the water cover.

Boom Boom!

There was a violent roar from the water cover and the earthen wall, and Wang Zhen slashed like crazy, each blow was like a heavy hammer attacking the city, and the earth trembled with it.

But just when everyone thought that the Yang brothers had joined forces to finally block Wang Zhentong, the violent sword force rose into the sky, and the momentum was so great that it caused a surge and was terrifying!

The Purple Demon Fire was traversing the air, and the temperature of the entire Barren Mountain Town plummeted!

"It's terrifying! It's also the Condensation Realm, Guo Ling, Liu Xiangtian and these people really can't compare with Wang Zhentong!"

"There are three, six, nine and so on in any realm, and the difference is so big that it is indescribable!"

"The way of the sword, for my generation, is still a long, long ......"

Recite!

With a sword roar, in the purple demon fire that crossed the air, a fierce tiger surrounded by evil qi roared in the sky, boundless might, showing the posture of the beast king!

"Tiger Spirit Sword Intent!"

The hearts of the two brothers Qiu Yizhen and the Yang family instantly cooled in half, their sword intent had already been used, but they still couldn't help each other, and now the other party's sword intent had just been exerted, and the power was several times stronger than a few years ago!

In the blood mist, Wang Zhentong's consciousness had been eroded by the killing, his eyes were blood-red, and vaguely, a figure that he could not forget until he died stood not far away, laughing at him wildly.

"Nangong Zhuofan...... Nangong Zhuofan ......"

Apparently, he was hallucinating.

"Nangong Zhuofan ——!"

The roar shook all directions, and the strong killing intent contained in it made everyone realize Wang Zhentong's hatred for Nangong Zhuofan.

As for who Nangong Zhuofan is, no one seems to know.

"Die!"

A sword was pressed, and the fierce tiger in mid-air flew down, the purple demon fire surrounded its side, the wind howled, and the terrifying aura swept in all directions, so that the onlookers couldn't help but retreat again and again!

"It's terrifying! Wang Zhentong is terrifying!"

"This is the pinnacle of the Truth Realm!"

Under the sword intent of the tiger, Qiu Yizhen and the Yang brothers were like great enemies, and the three of them were all going all out, and the surging sword power made their figures a little distorted and a little unreal.

After a moment, two Hongdae sword lights rose up against the sky and slashed towards the tiger sword intent!

At this moment, time seemed to have slowed down countless times, and thousands of sword cultivators widened their eyes, looking at the big moves that were about to collide.

Each other, heaven and earth suddenly resounded with a contemptuous laughter.

"Mole ants also deserve to call me the word 'Nangong'? ”

"In the name of the Extreme Thunder Sword Sect, ruling!"

A thick thunderbolt fell from the sky extremely suddenly, and in the twisted thunder, a domineering sword shadow loomed.

The thunder light flew by, and the sword intent of the tiger spirit suddenly collapsed, and even the sword light with Qiu Yizhen and the three of them could not be matched.

The thunder light continued unabated, and went straight to Wang Zhentong in the blood mist.

Rumble!

As if there was a loud bang, the ground of the entire dragon gate collapsed, the water of the inland river gushed out, the attic was crooked, and the red wall was cracked......

After a long time, the smoke and dust fell, and the dragon gate in the eye was in a mess, and the place where Wang Zhentong was standing, everything was gone, and it was scorched black.

Powerful Wang Zhentong...... Gone?

Everyone subconsciously looked at a figure standing on a tall building in the distance, the Adam's apple squirmed, and they swallowed their saliva.

The majesty is rumbling, like being in the god's mansion!