The Haotian Holy Sword is about to be born!

People only felt an irrepressible chill suddenly rise in their hearts, like a sharp sword piercing through their chests, and more than half of the sword cultivators fell from mid-air on the spot, and the sword qi in one body was actually unable to withstand the wave of sword path aura of the Haotian Holy Sword.

Yin Wanwan, but he stood proudly above the nine heavens, his arms were raised, like a god descending into the world, the laughter was terrible, like the rebirth of the demon king, and the colorful spiritual light poured out from the sacrificial sword pool, as if a child surrounded him, such a scene made the audience frightened, and even panicked and desperate.

Yin Wanque felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life, and the new sword energy surrounded him, and with every move, he had the power to cut the sky and the earth.

"Fools who don't think about themselves, get out of here!!"

With a wave of his hand, the overwhelming black sword qi surged out, causing a wave of colorful sword light to surge, instantly repelling all the remaining sword cultivators in mid-air, and even a few Law Realm Supremes from the Seven Peerless Sword Sect and the Heart Sword Zen Sect were not opponents.

This moment.

The dragons are trapped, and the demon town is all over the field.

The Lord of the Ghost Sword Valley is far from the invincible world, as if there is really only one step left left.

"Come on! Haotian Holy Sword!" Heaven and earth only Yin Wanqian rampant voice echoed: "The lord of this valley knows that you like the taste of blood, come on, only the ghost sword valley can satisfy your desires and become my spiritual weapon, I will feed you with the blood of the people of the world every day, hahaha, come on!!"

The scene was chaotic under the agitation of this magic sound, and the people who wanted to run had already rushed to the bottom of the mountain like a frying pot, and there were less than 10,000 people who dared to watch left, mainly by the disciples and elders of the four major sword sects, they saw that they could not stop the behavior of the old demon for a while, and they turned their targets to the sword qi array on the high platform of the sword sect, and thousands of people began to attack the big array to release the masters inside, and some of the remaining people turned to the direction of the high platform of the ghost sword valley, and confronted a group of ghost sword powerhouses led by Yin Zhao, and when they were about to make a move, they heard a sword sound。

Boom!

The sword roared to the sky, and the colorful sword light became more and more surging.

A crystal long sword made of seven-colored spars was really a slender sword body that poked out from the sacrificial sword pool under the call of Yin Wanqian.

It's out!

The Haotian Holy Sword has really come out!

Everyone was shocked by this vision again, and they didn't want to believe that the Haotian Holy Sword would really be moved by an evil demon and fall into the bloodthirsty demon path.

But the truth seems to be so cruel, the colorful holy sword sword body jumped lightly under everyone's attention, and completely flew out of the sacrificial sword pool and jumped into the air, the dignified colorful sword qi was extremely friendly to Yin Wanque, and it was wrapped around him so lightly, like the coronation ceremony of the emperor, setting off the supreme honor.

"Haha, that's it!" Yin Wanque smiled so much that his cheekbones were about to ascend to heaven: "Haotian Holy Sword, no, the Lord of this valley is going to change your name today, called Ten Thousand Ghosts Demon Sword! This is in line with your identity and domineering, come on, Demon Sword, let's send all the disobedient people to hell today!!"

Phew.

The holy sword really heard Yin Wanque's call, happily rolled around in the air a few times, and flew towards Yin Wanque.

The audience fell into a double world of despair and madness.

"Don't!"

Tianyun Changkong Mausoleum, Seven Peerless Heavenly Spirits, Heart Sword Zhixin Zen Master and other Sword Sect leaders shouted unwillingly within the Xuanqi Great Array at this moment.

They didn't dare to imagine what kind of catastrophe would be caused to the entire Haotian Continent once they really let the Ghost Sword Valley get the Haotian Holy Sword, and then join forces with Zhou Foyun and other Haotian traitors.

Changkong Ling slashed out a sword, and the entire sword qi array had been slashed to the ground, but he still couldn't get out of trouble after all, he was anxious, and turned to the mainstay Zhuang Yuxin next to him:

"Old Sect Master Zhuang...... You ......"

He wanted to roar angrily, but he was stunned when the words came to his lips.

Zhuang Yuxin, and Li Weitian...... You two are so calm.

Faced with the rampant predicament of the ferocious demons, their own divine sword is about to become someone else's magic sword, how can these two people still hold their breath so calmly, and there are even a few beads of sweat on their heads?

Even, looking at the expressions of these two people, why do you still have a faint taste of expectation?

Wouldn't it be that even they joined forces with Ghost Sword Valley?

"Brother Changkong, don't panic!" Perhaps feeling the strange gaze of Changkong Ling, Zhuang Yuxin turned his head and nodded at Changkong Ling and said in relief: "Demon chaos is inevitable, but things may not be so bad." ”

What's that?

Isn't it bad to be like this?

Not only Changkong Mausoleum, but also Bu Tianling and Zhixin Zen Master next to him were a little confused, it was just such a stunned kung fu, there was an uproar around again, and the exclamations of the people of the Ghost Sword Valley exploded into the sky.

"The Holy Sword has finally been surrendered by the Valley Lord!"

"Long live the valley master!"

"Long live the Valley of Ghost Blades!"

What the??

Everyone looked up at the sky again, only to see that under the shroud of colorful light, Yin Wanque had really held the hilt of the Haotian Holy Sword in his hand with one hand, and the white teeth of the smile were flashing: "Hahaha! This kind of power, this kind of edge, is worthy of being the first holy sword in the world! I feel your thirst for blood, come on, magic sword, get ready for a blood feast!!"

No......

At this moment, the audience was filled with despair.

But just when everyone was ready to fight to the death against Yin Wanque, who held the holy sword in his hand, he suddenly heard a sudden voice.

Syllable.

Yin Wanque's whole face was twisted to the side, and his neck was almost broken.

What, what's the situation?

The noisy and tense mountain top suddenly fell silent.

Everyone was stunned, and looked stupidly at Yin Wanque in mid-air, holding up the Haotian Holy Sword in his right hand, and slamming his left face with the sword body.

What does this mean?

Just before everyone could react, Yin Wanque's right hand waved again, this time he used the sword body to draw straight to his nose, that guy's strength was so great, it was as if he had a grudge against himself, and he heard a snap again, Yin Wanque's nosebleed for a long time, and the whole person fell backwards, almost falling from the air.

"Magic Sword, what are you doing!!"

Yin Wanque, who was roaring, raised his head, the bridge of his nose had been broken, his nose was bleeding, and he was smoking.

Sou.

As a result, the holy sword didn't pay attention to him at all, and directly pulled his right hand and slashed at his head.

it!

Yin Wan is out of prescription.

He hurriedly let go and wanted to throw out the holy sword, but tragically, after shaking it twice, he found that he couldn't shake it off.

The sword qi of the Haotian Holy Sword wrapped around his palm, and slashed his head angrily with his arm, which made Yin Wanque feel cold all over, and quickly spewed out a powerful ghost sword qi from his mouth, and barely shifted the angle of the sword body at the last moment, and slashed flat against his scalp.

Swish.

With a sweep of the sword, Yin Wanque's sparse white hair, which was not much in the first place, was completely reimbursed, and even a large piece of his scalp was scraped off, as if a watermelon had been stripped of the skin of the top, revealing a touch of bright red, dripping and oozing blood.

"You...... Break the sword!!dare you trick me!!"

At this point, Yin Wanqi found that something was wrong.

He instantly mobilized the ghost dao sword qi of his whole body and rushed to his right hand, using all his strength to dispel the colorful sword light of the holy sword, and finally shook off this terrifying sword before the opponent's next attack.

But that's not all.

I saw that after the holy sword was forcibly thrown away, it actually spun around in the air, and it didn't mean to continue to entangle with Yin Wanque, but flew directly towards the high platform of the Ghost Sword Valley on the ground.

What is this for?

At this moment, the audience, including Yin Wanque, was already a little confused.

Haotian Holy Sword, the power of a sword rewrote the script, no one knew what would be the next direction, only after a breath to see that the holy sword that did not follow the routine had been suspended in front of a person who no one expected.

Yin Zhao??

The holy sword obediently stopped in front of Yin Zhao!!

Yin Wanwan was missing, and he suppressed a look of resentment and jealousy.

Magic sword, are you stupid?

If you don't choose the lord of this valley, you will run to choose the first elder of my family, how will I mix it up in the future?

And you can choose it, but I am still from my Ghost Sword Valley, but you beat me into a yin and yang face, a leprosy head, is it interesting? Is it necessary?

The masters of the other four sects, including the bold casual cultivation on the spot, had just taken a breath, and now they held their breath again.

This holy sword is really on par with the people of Ghost Sword Valley!

Why did he run to Yin Zhao again?

And among all of them, the most confused is, of course, Yin Zhao.

This murderous and shameless ghost sword leader was a little overwhelmed at this moment.

This...... Do you take it or not......

Of course he wanted to take it, but the boss on his head Yin Wanqi was just looking at it there, once he got the holy sword, wouldn't he sweep the face of the valley master, and he knew better than anyone what urine sex was in the Ghost Sword Valley.

But don't take it...... Yin Zhao only felt sorry for himself.

God put such a good opportunity in front of him, the world's number one holy sword, once held in his hand, it is likely to be able to compete with Yin Wanque, what are you afraid of!!

To be honest, if this were someone else, I was afraid that there would be some scruples and hesitation, but where would Yin Zhao, a ruthless fierce wolf, think about it so much, and after a little hesitation, he stretched out his hand and held the Haotian Holy Sword in his hand.

In an instant, the sword qi swept the audience.

The Haotian Holy Sword erupted with an unprecedented amount of divine light, which was not at all an order of magnitude compared to the amount that Fang had just held in Yin Wanque's hand, as if it had really found the true God, and it bloomed with all its potential and coercion.

The holy sword has recognized the Lord!

I really confessed the Lord!!

No one doubted that Yin Zhao had become the true master of the Holy Sword, under the tumbling of sword qi, the colorful aura had completely wrapped Yin Zhao, and lifted him up and slowly rose into the air, at this moment, not only everyone felt the unappeasing of the Holy Sword Sword Qi in their hearts, but even the long swords in the hands of all the sword cultivators present began to tremble slightly.

As Yin Zhao came to the center of the Nine Heavens, the holy sword sword light was like the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords, and he gave an order.

Boom.

All the Xuanqi long swords held in the hands of the sword cultivators in the field flew out of their hands, and flew towards Yin Zhao like a milk swallow returning to the nest, falling sideways on the sword body and hanging in the air.

This moment.

Ten thousand swords surrendered, and the sword demon was born!