The floating and scattered long sword was like a dense rain of swords, emitting dazzling sword light.

The sword was fierce and majestic, flying in the air for a moment, and then swept towards Wang Yang with the momentum of the rain and wind.

Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!

Drive the world's spirit sword with ten thousand sword intent!

The power is not vulgar, and the momentum is amazing.

"What a joke!?

The development of things completely exceeded Wang Yang's expectations.

The sword rain used by Bai Shan was not inferior to his own sword group at all.

Feeling the sharp aura in the rain of swords, his face gradually distorted.

"I'm the only one who can control the sword shrine!"

His chest continued to rise and fall, and the aura of the peak of the god burst out with all his might.

"Zheng!!"

A violent trembling sound rang out.

The other third of the long swords in the sword mound suddenly rose from the ground, and a sharp sword dragon gathered around Wang Yang.

Wang Yang's face was distorted, obviously it took a lot of effort.

Although he has the spiritual energy cultivation of the peak of the gods, the ten thousand dao sword intent on his body is slightly inferior to Bai Shan.

The owner of the long sword in the sword mound was also at least the realm of transforming into a god during his lifetime.

Some of the sword owners even reached the realm of refining void.

Whether the sword intent can convince these long swords is the key!

"Humph!"

Seeing Wang Yang raise the other long swords, Bai Shan snorted coldly, and all his spiritual power exploded.

"Whoosh!"

The sword intent spread, and the long sword that Wang Yang had just gathered around him was suddenly plundered by Bai Mountain.

In the blink of an eye, there were only a few powerless swords left by his side.

On Bai Shan's side, there was an extra one-third of the sword mound's sword.

"Go!"

Bai Shan snorted.

The sharp long sword chased after Wang Yang like a rainstorm.

"Ding, ding~"

The sound of the sword roaring through the clouds and cracking stones resounded in the empty sword mound.

Just two breaths in time.

On the sword platform on the west side.

The long sword suspended around Wang Yang's body was shattered by the fierce sword rain in an instant.

Wang Yang was in disarray, and several sword wounds were cut out from top to bottom.

The originally elegant face had become extremely pale at this time.

On the other side, Bai Shan, who was dressed in white and purple, was carrying his hands behind his back, independent of the sword platform, with an indifferent expression, quite the demeanor of a swordsman from outside the world.

"Can you tell me about the origin of this sword mound?"

Bai Shan asked, his tone very calm.

Wang Yang in front of him was already at the end of the crossbow.

With one more blow, he can make his soul scatter.

Don't kill him now, it's just that Bai Shan still wants to know the secret of this sword mound.

"Huh...... Hehehehehe. ”

After listening to Bai Shan's words, Wang Yang suddenly laughed coldly.

Some silly expressions were incompatible with his elegant appearance.

"What happened ????"

Bai Shan was puzzled, shouldn't the opponent be ruthless at this time?

Why did Wang Yang suddenly start giggling?

That's what I thought.

"Boom!"

The aura that was several times stronger than before suddenly exploded from Wang Yang's body.

"This ......"

The Wang Yang in front of him looked stupid and stupid, but the aura on his body was several times stronger than before.

Intuitively, the aura on Wang Yang's body has faintly surpassed the peak of the transformation of gods!

Baishan has not yet come to his senses.

"Whoosh!"

A gust of cold wind blew behind itself.

"Huh!"

A recognizable giggle was heard.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Yang actually moved behind Bai Shan.

Bai Shan couldn't react in time, and was punched by the stupid Wang Yang, and the whole person was knocked to the sword platform behind him.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spit out, and Bai Shan was shocked.

"This Wang Yang will also be open!"

Wang Yang's strength has changed too much, and it is definitely open!

Hakuyama spat out the blood from his mouth and summoned the sword of the sword mound again.

You can hang up, but I can keep hanging up!

What are you afraid of?

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"

The rain of swords in the sky stabbed at Wang Yang again.

Contrary to Bai Shan's expectations.

Wang Yang, who was chasing after him, did not dodge or dodge, and faced the sword rain.

"Crackle!!"

A crisp snapping sound sounded.

The long sword that kept rushing towards Wang Yang was actually broken by him!

The sword intent that erupted from the long sword couldn't hurt him in the slightest!

"So just?"

"I'm afraid he's about to reach the realm of refining the void, and I'm afraid that the low-end sword intent is no longer useful to him. ”

Bai Shan groaned.

"Since the low-level ones are useless, the high-level ones are the general line!"

With a thought, the modifier interface reappeared in front of Bai Shan's eyes.

He's going to level up!

If you want to deal with Wang Yang in an open state, you must have a stronger sword intent.

For example: Refining the sword intent of a void cultivator!

There must be a sword of a cultivator in this sword mound.

Baishan only has the early stage of transforming into a god, and it is still very difficult to drive the refining of the void sword.

Upgrades are inevitable.

"Ding, upgrade the cultivation to the fifth level of the gods, consume twenty years of life, do you want to upgrade?"

"Twenty years!"

Previously, it only took twenty years to be promoted from Yuan Ying to Huashen.

Now it only takes a few small realms to take another twenty years.

Bai Shan couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

Previously, he was promoted to the god in the well and added a hundred years of life to Baishan.

Exchanged for the two years of life consumed by the return of ten thousand swords.

If you ascend to the fifth level of the god now.

He only had 228 years left to live.

This is only equivalent to the longevity of an ordinary infant monk.

"If you keep relying on modifiers to improve your cultivation, I'm afraid that if you really reach the point of refining the void, you will be gone. ”

Bai Shan gritted his teeth, but still selected the option to upgrade.

The Wang Yang in front of him is too weird, if he doesn't open it, he will really die!

Rolling aura poured out from Bai Shan's body.

The fivefold aura of the god is undoubtedly revealed.

On the other side, the stupid Wang Yang is still fighting the sword network alone.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"

The spirit is decided, and the sword intent surges.

Bai Shan stood on the sword platform, and his body exuded a suction force that was several times stronger than before.

“！！”

The thick sword platform suddenly began to shake.

Cracks spread from the foot of White Mountain.

The white mountain separates the aura and stands in the air.

With the continuous strengthening of the ten thousand sword intent and aura, the towering sword platform continued to disintegrate.

The platform crumbled, and a biting chill poured out from underground.

"Boom!!"

The long sword with a frosty white body and an icy aura shot out from under the sword platform and hovered beside Bai Shan.

Refining the Void Sabre!

Inside this sword mound was indeed the sword of the cultivator.

It seems that there is a good sword hidden under each sword platform!

Feel the icy aura emanating from the long sword.

Bai Shan smiled lightly, and the aura on his body surged violently.

"Death!"

The Frost Sword seemed to have understood Bai Shan's instructions, and rushed towards Wang Yang, who was fighting against the Sword Rain, with lightning speed.

"Huh?"

As if sensing the aura of danger, the silly Wang Yang turned around and fled violently, no longer fighting against Jian Yu.

He had just flashed to the exit of the sword shrine.

"Whoosh!"

The body of the Frost Sword flashed and suddenly disappeared in place.

The next moment, a little cold light appeared on Wang Yang's chest.

The cold light continued to spread, and in the blink of an eye, large expanses of ice covered Wang Yang's body.

"Heh, hehe!"

Before being completely covered by the ice cube, Wang Yang let out a weak murmur and fell straight to the ground behind him.

Bai Shan's mind moved, and the Frost Sword returned to Bai Shan's side again.

He flew to Wang Yang's side, and when he looked into it, Wang Yang on the ground had no breath, and the primordial god at the peak of the god was also frozen by the sword intent.

"Whew!"

Bai Shan unleashed his divine sense and sword.

The small sword stabbed the frozen Genshin.

The elegant Wang Yang was completely out of breath.

The power of the gods, Wang Yang, the sect leader of the Xuanyang Sword Sect, is dead!