Rumble......

A majestic momentum erupted from Fang Yun Sword's body, and when those blades flew to the three meters of Fang Yun Sword's body, they could no longer gain strength, but were forced to stop, as if they were imprisoned by space.

Immediately after, the blades of the sword turned invisible.

Fang Yun's sword body was a hundred meters in circumference, and the air suddenly became solemn, and faint light flashed away.

Fang Yunjian flew into the air at a height of 100 meters and looked at Yan Beifeng condescendingly.

Seeing this scene, Yan Beifeng was already frowning slightly, there must be something around Fang Yunjian's body, but it would not be easily noticed.

Yan Beifeng secretly said in his heart: If you guess correctly, Fang Yunjian should have expanded the realm, and the realm of a mid-level powerhouse of the Red Yuan level is definitely a terrifying existence.

"But the more terrible it is, the more it should be revealed." Yan Beifeng muttered to himself, he had already jumped up and rushed into Fang Yunjian's realm.

Suddenly, a sharp light flashed, and the sleeve of Yan Beifeng's right arm was cut, and a very smooth and slender blood wound appeared on his arm.

Despite this, Yan Beifeng still didn't see what it was.

Immediately afterward, another cold light flashed.

Yan Beifeng's eyes were fast, and the long sword swirled, only to see him holding the sword in his backhand, and swinging it violently, only to hear the sound of the bell, accompanied by a burst of sparks flashing from the collision of metals, the hidden dragon sword in Yan Beifeng's hand felt a momentary resistance.

It's as if he's cut off something that can't be seen with the naked eye.

Sou......

Another flash of light.

Yan Beifeng hurriedly leaned back, and then, he felt a burst of coldness in his throat, only to see that the skin of his throat was actually cut, fortunately he hid in time, otherwise the moment just now would have made him head different.

The people below could only see Yan Beifeng waving his long sword in mid-air, and his body sometimes took a dodge posture, despite this, Yan Beifeng's clothes were still slowly cracking, and blood flowers bloomed from his body, blood fell drop by drop, and Yan Beifeng's clothes were soon stained red with blood.

Finally, Yan Beifeng fell, but he was already covered in bruises.

"Lord Yan." One of the Stormtroopers shouted worriedly.

"It doesn't matter." Yan Beifeng said, slowly looking up at Fang Yun Sword in the sky, "It seems to be invisible, but in fact, the entire domain is filled with thousands of long swords condensed with internal force, because they are moving at high speed, so the naked eye can't clearly see their essence...... Is the field of Jianshan ......"

Yan Beifeng's slightly trembling right arm suddenly exerted force, and he held the long sword in his hand tightly, and the blood flowed down Yan Beifeng's arm, onto the Hidden Dragon Sword, and then along the blade, dripping on the ground.

If you lift Yan Beifeng's clothes at this time, you will find that his whole body is already covered with dense bloody mouths, which looks absolutely thrilling.

But Yan Beifeng still stood upright, and his body did not waver in the slightest.

In the sky, Fang Yunjian looked at Yan Beifeng condescendingly, then his eyes lit up, and his right hand moved slightly.

Immediately, dozens of invisible blades flew towards Yan Beifeng.

"Now that you have seen the true face of your realm, this realm is no longer terrifying." Yan Beifeng finished speaking, raised his left hand and waved it.

The storm warriors immediately surrounded Yan Beifeng in the center.

Only a three-meter radius was left for Yan Beifeng to do.

And around Yan Beifeng's body, it was the pure internal force of the eight hundred warriors that was continuously transported into Yan Beifeng's body.

Whoosh ......

One after another, the blades slashed towards the sky, shattering all the dozens of blades released by Fang Yunjian.

Fang Yunjian frowned slightly, his hands kept changing gestures, and then twisted hard.

The realm of the Sword Mountain suddenly shrank, and thousands of long swords stopped moving, and at the same time, they were also exposed to people's sight, and the forest of swords, all kinds of strange-shaped blades, refracted with colorful light.

Immediately after, they flew together and spun rapidly, like a storm of sword blades, all of which were pointing at Yan Beifeng, whistling and sweeping towards them.

The power in Yan Beifeng's body surged, and the Hidden Dragon Sword trembled suddenly, emitting bursts of joyful sword roars.

The internal forces from the eight hundred warriors swarmed in, and this time, they did not flow into Yan Beifeng's body, but converged on the Hidden Dragon Sword.

Accompanied by a high-pitched dragon groan, Yan Beifeng jumped up and swung out the huge energy storm that was lingering on the sword's body.

A vast blade thirty meters long was generated in mid-air, crashing into Fang Yun Sword's blade storm.

Immediately after, the blade split through the storm, carrying the power of tearing the heavens and the earth, and then slashed through Fang Yun Sword's domain, flying past Fang Yun Sword's side, and disappeared into the distant sky.

The strong wind blew Fang Yunjian's clothes, he lowered his head slightly, looking at the majestic Yanbei wind below, Fang Yunjian knew that this time he had lost.

With the blessing of the internal force of eight hundred Blue Yuan-level warriors, Yan Beifeng already possessed the power to surpass Fang Yunjian.

It's just that Yan Beifeng wants to kill Fang Yunjian, which is still a bit unrealistic, after all, he can't leave the battle formation of eight hundred people, and the range of action and attack are extremely limited.

In the same way, as long as Yan Beifeng did not leave the battle array, it was almost impossible for Fang Yunjian to kill Yan Beifeng.

And in the process of this battle, all the warriors of the Storm Legion have already gathered, and ten thousand Storm Warriors are standing not far away, now, with only Yan Beifeng's order, they can destroy Fang Yunjian's armored division within a minute, and drive straight into the attack on Long Xiang's headquarters.

Of course, if the warriors of Long Xiang are all there, in terms of average combat effectiveness, they are even stronger than the storm warriors.

It's a pity that Long Xiang only has a thousand members, and in terms of numbers, it is far from the Storm Legion.

And near the encirclement in the northwest of the capital, Feng Qingshi received news from Ding Lei.

"At this time, how could Long Xiang suddenly intervene in the war? Fang Yunjian, what kind of fame is he doing? Didn't he understand how big a gap there was between Long Xiang under his leadership and the Storm Legion under Beifeng? Feng Qingshi frowned and muttered to himself.

"The message says it's a temptation." Lan Lingyue emphasized the wording.

"No, Fang Yunjian is a guy who can't afford to be profitable early, and he is not sure that he will never move a single soldier, and besides, in the past two months, he didn't take any action at all, but not long after the Storm Legion arrived in the capital, he immediately took action, this matter, there must be a cat." Feng Qingshi said in a deep voice.

Feng Qingshi vaguely realized that this might be the reason why he couldn't see the battle situation clearly, or maybe it was the expected and unexpected beginning.

(End of chapter)