It turned out that the old sword ghost didn't dare to cause a plane storm, so when his sword spirit was about to break through the barrier of the pillar of light, he suddenly turned around and flew back.

He just wanted to distract the boy in white and rescue Wei Nanxi's sword spirit<="..

The old sword ghost's purpose was achieved, but it also exposed his own weakness.

The hand that the white-clothed boy reached out was slightly sluggish, and Wei Nanxi's sword spirit slipped out of the gap again, only under the invasion of powerful divine power, a few cracks were left on the black sword body!

"Hahahaha, you don't dare," the boy in white looked up to the sky and smiled, "The human race who is cocooned and self-bound, this time, you dug a big hole for yourself, and it is you who are buried in the end!"

If he had only suspected that the old sword ghost would not dare to cause a plane storm before, but now, he could be sure.

Once the plane storm comes, it will deal a devastating blow to the Tianyin Continent, although he, as a plane god, will be greatly affected, but there is no doubt that the impact and damage to Xiao Qiang will be the greatest.

What's more, he can clean up the mess, but Xiao Qiang can't.

The old swordsman said before that this is not a game that is more shameless than anyone else, and it is true, this is a game that is more ruthless and open-minded than anyone else.

He, the Celestial Vein Watcher, the descending plane god, can be open-minded!

Seeing through the old sword ghost's external strength and middle strength, the white-clothed boy let out a long roar, his hands stretched out again, the sky was full of stars, and countless four-color law crosses once again enveloped the entire space.

At this moment, he didn't have to worry about whether the pillar of light would collapse or whether the plane storm would trigger, so he didn't have any reservations.

In fact, the person who should be worried is not him, but the old sword ghost.

Sure enough, the old sword ghost looked at the space that was about to collapse, and his main sword spirit trembled violently, and said angrily: "Ximen Bo, are you crazy?!"

The white-clothed boy sneered and said nothing, his palm frantically urging energy, and countless flickering law crosses spread out in all directions, seeing that they had already flown towards the inner wall of the rotating pillar of light.

The old sword ghost was in a hurry, and the sword spirit suddenly turned around and flew towards the periphery like lightning.

The sound of explosions sounded again, and the sword spirit of the old sword ghost shuttled through the crosses in the sky, approaching the crosses of the pillar of light, stabbing them one by one.

Wei Nanxi's sword spirit also let out a trembling sound, and flew outward like lightning, helping the old sword ghost block those powerful law crosses.

Two long swords, one black and one white, shuttled at high speed in the twisted and flickering space, and every collision with the Cross of the Law would leave a crack on their bodies.

When the last law cross was intercepted, the old sword ghost and Wei Nanxi's sword spirit were already broken and badly damaged.

The boy in white looked at this scene coldly and muttered, "It turns out that it is not difficult to let them die at all. ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his two hands again, palms upward, and the tyrannical divine power erupted, turning into a cross in the sky, dancing in the space of the holy ruins.

"Boom, boom!"

The sky-high pillar of light that shrouded the holy ruins twisted and trembled frantically, and powerful energy waves spread endlessly towards the periphery, setting off huge waves a hundred meters high on the surface of the sea.

On a black huge wave, Xiao Qiang stood on the crest of the wave, holding his sword in one hand, looking coldly at the four gray-clothed old men in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "I repeat, four seniors, get out of the way!"

Xiao Qiang has been here for a while, but he was blocked by these four old men.

Although the four old men did not identify themselves, Xiao Qiang knew that they were all elders of the Sword Pavilion, and although they were unknown, each of them had a cultivation above the Great Sword Master.

The Sword Ghost Master has led the Sword Pavilion for many years, and there are many invisible forces under his hands, and these four masters are from here.

Because of this, despite his impatience, Xiao Qiang still hopes to convince them to get out of the way.

Thunder and lightning were blowing, the wind was high and the waves were fierce, and the five of them stood on the crest of the towering waves, quickly propelled by the undulating tide.

Among the four people, the old man led by him said solemnly: "Xiao Qiang, the sword ghost master has an order, you have a more important mission, so you can't go in!"

"Could it be that you just watched Shizun die in battle and watched the plane storm break out?!" Xiao Qiang's eyes were red, and he roared angrily.

A hint of gloom flashed in the eyes of the four Sword Pavilion elders, but it was quickly overshadowed by a firmness.

The old man lowered his eyes and said, "If you trespass in, you will only destroy his old man's plan and live up to his hard work, Xiao Qiang, you will understand soon!"

"I don't understand, I just know, I have to be there, I have to stop the Celestial Vein Watchers!"

Xiao Qiang's expression was furious, he puffed out his cheeks, and pressed his big hand on the black hilt of the Heaven Destroying Demon Sword, because he clenched it too tightly, his bones turned white.

"Xiao Qiang, the old man also thinks that you shouldn't break in at this time. In the distance, a fluctuating voice came, old and distant, but in Xiao Qiang's ears, it was so familiar.

A figure flew by like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it was suspended under the gloomy sky.

"Xuanyuan Yannian?!" Xiao Qiang's eyes couldn't help but widen, revealing a deep look of vigilance.

The four Sword Pavilion elders were also shocked when they saw such a strange figure of the person who came, and at the same time pressed their hands on the hilt of the sword.

In the past, the leader of the seven veins of Yuanwu, the ancestor of the Xuanyuan family, Xuanyuan Yannian, wore a gorgeous and simple purple robe, wore an ancient crown on his head, two streamers hung down under his chin, and his waist was also wrapped around a belt of bronze beast head, full of antiquity.

He looked more like a noble to be canonized, rather than a false god who had refined his godhead and possessed the body of a demigod.

"Old man, why are you here?!" Xiao Qiang said coldly.

Xuanyuan Yannian answered the question, and sighed lightly: "Xiao Qiang, haven't you seen it yet, everything that is happening now is actually under the control of the old sword ghost, and he is paving the way for you." ”

"Pave the way for me?!" Xiao Qiang couldn't help but smile absurdly, with the bones of his master, with the bones of hundreds of millions of living beings in the Tianyin Continent, the road paved, do I dare to go, can I go?!

Xuanyuan Yannian's eyes flashed with a shimmer of wisdom, and he continued: "The dimensional storm will inevitably break out, but the damage it will bring is far less than you imagined. If the old man is an old sword ghost, he must have made various deployments a long time ago to set up this game. When the plane storm breaks out, the only person who can clean up the mess and turn the tide is you, Xiao Qiang!"

Xiao Qiang was shocked, and the four Sword Pavilion elders who stopped him looked at Xuanyuan Yannian with a shocked expression, they couldn't imagine how this funny and eccentric old man in front of them had seen through their plan?