There are more than 36,000 swords buried in the Sword Mausoleum.

A sword is a person, and a person is a sword.

The 36,000 sword intent inspired by the sword spirit was so vast that it was enough to compete with those 80,000 monsters.

Rao is black-clothed monk couldn't help but change his face slightly when he saw this situation, he looked at Wang Yangming who was hanging in the sky, as if he had suddenly figured out something, and said: "Your Excellency can do this step, which is really admirable." ”

Speaking of this, the look of admiration on the face of the black-clothed monk seemed to be sincere, not fake.

Then, he sighed inexplicably: "The word Sword Immortal, Your Excellency can really be up." ”

"What do you mean?" Meng Liang blinked.

But Wang Yangming didn't have the slightest intention of solving his doubts, the sword intent around him was agitated, and he said in a deep voice: "You'll know if you fight!"

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The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.

With Wang Yangming's order, his tens of thousands of sword spirits suddenly roared out with the divine sword, the dense sword blade, the mighty sword intent, the sword light covering the sky and the moon, no matter which one was enough to stir people's hearts.

The thin monk beside the black-clothed monk also jumped up high at that time, standing out of thin air. His fingers were beating constantly. There seemed to be a dark but real power pouring out of his fingertips. Under the shroud of this power, those purple monsters raised their heads to the sky and roared, and then their eyes were blood-red to meet the flying swords that burst into the sky.

The sword spirit wrapped in sword intent is certainly extremely powerful, but the cultivation of these purple monsters after sanctification is also amazing, and even the weakest holy soldiers are far stronger than the monks in the earthly realm after sanctification. And their physical bodies are extremely strong, and if they are not injured to the core, they can automatically repair their injuries in a short time.

At the moment when the two sides met each other, although the sword spirits who came with power killed nearly three thousand purple monsters in the first round of confrontation, and the number of serious injuries was even tens of thousands, but after that, the two sides fell into a fierce battle, and the opponent was numerous, plus there were many holy sons who had cultivated beyond the half-step immortal realm, and soon the casualties on the sword spirit side began to rise.

The sword spirit was destroyed, and the Excalibur turned into powder.

Blood and mourning resounded in this southern wilderness.

Xu Han and Meng Liang also rushed into the formation, although Meng Liang's cultivation was not as good as Xu Han's, but his talent in kendo and rich combat experience made him enough to avoid most of the damage in this chaotic formation. But Xu Han is much more unreasonable, the strength of the immortal realm's body was fully revealed at that time, every move was open and closed, he almost used to rush into the enemy formation, those seemingly tall monsters, almost none of them could resist Xu Han's punch, and everywhere he passed, there was flesh and blood.

Woo also turned into a real body, although it has not yet reached the realm of the demon king, but the flesh and blood are extremely strong, constantly relying on the body to resist the attacks of those monsters, with the almost indestructible Xuan'er, quickly harvesting the lives of those monsters.

But although Xu Han was able to kill, he could also feel that as nearly two thousand sanctified holy sons joined the battlefield, those ordinary sword spirits also began to be harvested continuously, and almost every breath there were several sounds of long sword cracking on the battlefield. If this continues, it is clear that the scales of victory will not be tilted in their favor.

Xu Han thought of this, he flew and jumped, and with a big cold cry, the ice crystals in the sky shot out backwards.

And his body went straight to the place where the raging Son was.

The heads of the three holy sons were smashed by Xu Han in one look, but Xu Han was not satisfied, he shouted again: "Rise up the dragon snake!" The stegosaurus and the sword python roared out, shattering the hearts of the two holy sons. After losing five Holy Sons one after another, the army of the Holy Sons suddenly fell into a rage, and they were about to kill Xu Han.

Xu Han's face was happy, it was tantamount to a fantasy for him to defeat these nearly a thousand holy sons with his own strength, just now he killed the five holy sons seemed to be devastating, but in fact it had consumed nearly half of the strength in his body, although the physical recovery power of the immortal realm was terrifying, but it was only a matter of time before he lost in a fierce battle. He did not do this to kill the enemy, but to draw the army of the Holy Son away.

Based on his understanding of these Holy Sons and Holy Soldiers, it seemed that once they were sanctified, although their cultivation increased greatly, except for the powerhouses of the Holy Candidate level, the rest of their intelligence declined seriously, almost no different from that of a fierce beast.

And just as he was about to lead nearly half of the Holy Sons away from the main battlefield, a dark force suddenly descended from the sky, and those Holy Sons who were about to kill suddenly turned their horses' heads and entered the battlefield again, while a large group of holy soldiers flocked to Xu Han at that time.

Xu Han's brows furrowed, and he shouted Ten Directions Tribulation!

The sword dragon and sword python that rose into the sky turned into ten huge sword shadows, enveloping the thunder of the sky and falling with a bang, and the violent sword intent and the surging thunder turned the holy soldiers who rushed up around Xu Han into ashes in an instant.

Xu Han took advantage of this gap and looked up in the direction where Fang Cai's dark power came from, but it was the thin monk who had followed King Jizo before. He quickly figured out the crux of the matter.

Don't say that the 80,000 monsters are insane, that is, the ordinary 80,000 soldiers are placed on the battlefield and let them play on their own, and it is estimated that it is also a plate of scattered sand. And these 80,000 monsters, if there is really no way to drive them, then it is difficult for these 80,000 monsters to make reasonable movements in the chaotic battle.

Thinking of all this, Xu Han's gaze towards the sky was condensed.

Shoot the man first and shoot the horse, and capture the thief first and capture the king.

Almost at the same time, he put his feet on the ground, and his body burst out, straight to the thin monk in the sky, who was manipulating the eighty thousand monsters.

As a powerhouse in the Earth Immortal Realm, Xu Han's speed was naturally extremely fast, his fists were clenched at that time, and all the strength of his body was gathered on the fist wind.

In the face of such a punch, don't say that ordinary monks, even ordinary immortals, I am afraid that they will have to die.

But the thin monk seemed to have never heard of this, and still stood silently in mid-air, constantly moving towards those monsters reaping the lives of the sword spirits.

Xu Han's heart sank, of course he could see that this monk's cultivation was by no means ordinary, and the more powerful the monk, the stronger his perception became, his fist was huge, it was impossible for the other party not to be unaware, he was so calm so the only thing that could be explained was that he was not afraid of Xu Han.

Thinking of this, Xu Han's heart was a little depressed, but at this moment, the two armies are facing each other, and the fight is a brave man to win, Xu Han naturally cannot retreat, so the fist style is even worse, and the killing intention between the eyebrows is even worse.

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Seeing that Xu Han's fist was about to fall on the door of the thin monk's face, suddenly a huge figure jumped out from behind the monk, and the fist raised by the body nine feet away was several times larger than Xu Han, and that punch also roared Xu Han with great might.

Rumble!

A bang exploded over the battlefield.

A violent gust of wind erupted in all directions at the same time.

It's hard to imagine that two people can set off such a great power just by shaking their bodies.

Rao is Xu Han, after retreating and standing still, he was also shocked, after the physical body realm arrived at the fairyland, he had almost never met a person who could carry his full strength with a punch, and the man in front of him, who was nine feet tall and had a body like a bronze cast, was obviously an unusual person.

Xu Han clenched his right arm, which was a little numb, and secretly thought, could it be that this guy is also a powerhouse in the Immortal Land of the Holy Land in the flesh?

"You're Xu Han, right? I've heard of you, yes, the person who can take my punch has never been in the Senluo Palace. Xu Han thought about this, but the nine-foot man didn't have as much thought as him, but looked at Xu Han grinning, his eyes were full of fighting intent, as if it was a very happy thing for him to meet an opponent of equal strength.

But where did Xu Han get the interest to fight with him bravely? Every time he passed, dozens of sword spirits were killed in battle, although they were not real people, but they had already opened their minds. In Xu Han's opinion, since they were guarding the Sword Tomb with him, they were comrades.

And since they are comrades, they should protect each other with their lives!

Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate for a moment, the black divine sword was summoned by him again, held it in his hand, and his body shook and killed the strong man who was nine feet away again.

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