"True body Su Heng!"

A low cry sounded in the crowd, and a series of sharp eyes fell on the white-clothed figure.

The lord of the three forbidden lands, the woman surnamed Qiao of the Spirit Clan, Peng Bird, the Sleeping Coffin Warrior, His Royal Highness the Golden Crow, and the Son of Killing Huangfu Fei...... Their eyes were shining, like two flaming torches, releasing an unbelievable glow.

The elf queen, Qing'er, the little beast, and the spirit illusion and others who came to help all breathed a sigh of relief, and their hearts fell. For some reason, they had a feeling in their hearts that as long as Su Heng appeared, all the problems could be solved.

And all the monks exclaimed, not only because of Su Heng's strong appearance, but also because of his goal.

That blow is bound to kill!

The little sword saint who pointed directly at the free sky.

The little sword saint cast a shocking sword, although he severely injured Qing'er who was holding the Pointing Heaven Sword, but he himself was not much better, and after a blow, he lost the ability to fight again.

While everyone's attention was on Qing'er, the disciples of Xiaoyao Heaven stepped forward and escorted him away, watching the situation change from afar. At this moment, Su Heng suddenly killed, and the disciples of the Joyful Heaven were shocked, but after all, they were geniuses carefully cultivated by the Great Immortal Sect, and they almost instinctively formed a sword formation to resist the great enemy.

"Kill in all directions!"

With a clear roar, the ten disciples of Xiaoyaotian led by Lonely Night were divided into ten directions, pinching the sword trick in their hands, pinching or holding, or standing their palms or ringing, each with their own postures. They all looked solemn, their treasures were solemn, the heavenly spirits were rushing into the sky, and there was a faint sword shadow rising and falling in them.

And these swords are their primordial gods, and the overwhelming gods are the light of the primordial gods.

At this moment, the light of the ten people's primordial gods was connected, and the breath was like an abyss like a prison, and the horror was boundless. Among them, the ten sword shadows that were up and down flickered, turning into hundreds, and a full twelve thousand nine hundred and sixty divine swords revealed their blades from the ocean of primordial divine light.

In an instant, a majestic killing aura erupted violently, almost tearing the heavens and the earth, and the breath was so cold that even the air formed ice crystals. A killing field descended in an instant, full of iron-blooded killing, turning heaven and earth into a killing field, and heaven into hell.

That killing aura is never under the son of killing who erupts with all his might!

"One of the ten great immortal arrays, the Great Guardian Formation of the Heavens?"

"It is rumored that this array is composed of 129,600 divine swords, and it has obtained a wisp of heaven and earth killing machine when the innate Hongmeng was first opened into the formation eye, transformed into a formation god, and derived the formation qi, and the large array is completed, it is the first killing field of the universe flood wilderness, the gods and demons of the heavens, the immortals and Buddhas of the ten directions, and they can not cross the thunder pool by half a step. Even if it is an immortal golden immortal, it will become ashes when touched, there is no reason to be lucky, the absolute immortal enters, and the immortal has to peel off the skin, only the top powerhouse at the peak of the immortal path can shake the killing array!"

The monks whispered, it was really surprising that these ten Xiaoyao Heaven disciples were able to form this famous peerless killing array. Even if the sword array they formed was far less than the real Ten Directions Killing Array, and there was no wisp of heaven and earth killing power, it was not trivial.

The terrifying murderous aura was overflowing everywhere, and many masters asked themselves, if they were themselves, they would probably be helpless in front of this sword array.

However, Su Heng turned a blind eye to this, and the dense sword tip that flashed with cold light didn't seem to be in his eyes at all.

"Su Heng, you want to rush into battle?!"

Lonely night drank urgently, although against their own sword

The array was confident, but seeing Su Heng's indomitable fierce momentum, he couldn't help but beat a little drum in his heart, trying to persuade Su Heng to retreat with words.

Now that the Little Sword Saint is seriously injured, it is really not appropriate to fight with such a powerful enemy, everything should be done after the Little Sword Saint recovers.

Su Heng snorted coldly, without saying a word, the silver gun in his hand came like electricity, and the head of the gun swayed like a pear blossom, and immediately a "rainstorm pear flower" poured down violently.

The matter has come to this point, it is useless to say anything, the eyes of the lonely night are cold, and the mouth is full of murder.

"Kill!"?

Cold syllables spat out of his mouth, and the killing arrays of the ten directions rumbled. A thick and sharp cold sword light illuminated the Nine Folds, and the 12,960 divine swords turned into a sword waterfall, wrapping themselves in the void with a bang, and swept forward like a dragon pouring into the sea.

The terrifying killing aura spread, as if the end was coming, and the whole world fell into a dead silence. The blazing white sword waterfall rushed down, even if it was thousands of feet apart, everyone could feel the cold in their bodies, and there was a faint sense of tearing, as if someone was holding a sharp blade on their body and would cut it down at any time.

In this regard, Su Heng ignored it, and still stepped forward with a gun.

The chaos of Daping unfolded, and the sword waterfall was hedged together, and the collision sound of "jingle bell" was endless, like rain hitting the plantains. Su Heng danced the heavenly spear like a windmill, blocking all directions, swinging all the attacking swords.

When most people thought that he was going to fall into a bitter battle, the blue and yellow divine light behind Su Heng rushed up, and with a single brush, all the divine swords fell one after another. Then, a devouring force surged out from his body, enveloping the ten directions in an uproar, and in countless shocking eyes, he took all twelve thousand nine hundred and sixty divine swords into his body.

Heaven and earth were pacified, and all ten sides were killed!

Then, Su Heng's body was like a ghost, and the heavenly spear swept, directly splitting the three disciples who were blocking the way in half, all the way unimpeded, and the last hand reached out, grabbed the throat of the little sword saint, imprisoned his body with mana, and lifted it up!

The whole process, flowing smoothly, like a white horse passing through a gap, extremely fast, when Su Heng mentioned the little sword saint, all the cultivators gave birth to a sense of unreality.

The invincible Tianjiao, who is so powerful that he can hardly shake the Heavenly Sword, is he in charge of life and death like this?

"Is this the true body Su Heng? The veil moved lightly, and the woman surnamed Qiao of the Spirit Clan whispered, her eyes flowed, she glanced at Iris Ling, and said with a smile: "Even if there is no order from Elder Cangyan, if you want to kill him with one palm, I'm afraid it will be impossible." ”

Iris looked embarrassed, then snorted and turned her head away.

Mo Xuan on the side said, "He is stronger than when he was in the Immortal Dao Conference." ”

The woman surnamed Qiao said "um", and then stopped talking, but looked ahead.

Like all the monks present, she wanted to see what Su Heng was going to do next.

Is the little Sword Saint of Xiaoyaotian going to die in his hands like this?

Although the little sword saint was seriously injured, he did not pass out like Qing'er at the beginning, and at this moment he had already regained his clarity, a pair of tired eyes looked at Su Heng, even if he was at the juncture of life and death, his eyes were still as calm as water.

Su Heng looked at him, and the murderous aura on his body became more and more intense.

The lonely night on the side was shocked, but because of the special status of the little sword saint in the sect, he had to bite the bullet and say, "Brother Su."

Brother, you can't kill him, please keep ...... of your subordinates"?

The words stopped suddenly, and Su Heng looked at him, and the lonely night was silent in an instant.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, Su Heng hit the little sword saint in the face with a heavy punch, causing the little sword saint to fly out sideways, his face was blue and red, his nose bleeded for a long time, and several teeth were broken, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Before he could stand firmly, Su Heng lifted him up again, "Do you still have the strength to hold a sword?"

The little sword saint looked at Su Heng and didn't speak, but there was a trace of unwillingness in his calm eyes.

Su Heng looked at it in his eyes, but he didn't want to give the other party any chance, since he had lost the strength of the first battle, it would be over.

As soon as he thought of this, Su Heng pinched hard in his hand, directly crushing the neck bone of the little sword saint. The little sword saint's eyes darkened, and the vitality in his body quickly faded.

The hearts of the cultivators jumped suddenly, and the faces of the seven Xiaoyao Heaven disciples such as Lonely Night turned even pale, as if the death of the Little Sword Saint was something extremely terrifying to them. All the cultivators felt strange, and just when they thought they were going to step forward and fight hard, the seven disciples left the little sword saint and fled in all directions.

Su Heng didn't pay attention to this, raised his hand and slapped his palm on the little sword saint heavenly spirit cover, and the terrifying power rushed into his Mud Pill Palace, wanting to wipe him out of this world.

In the Mud Pill Palace, he saw the sword-shaped primordial god of the little sword saint, and that appearance was the same as the Falling Kun Sword of the Loose Heaven.

Su Heng was a little surprised, but he didn't bother much, as soon as his mana turned, he was about to shatter the sword-shaped primordial god.

But then, he realized that he couldn't shake it!

Although the primordial spirit of the Little Sword Saint was extremely dim at this moment, it was like a hundred-legged insect that was dead but not stiff, and it seemed that there was another power guarding it inside...... In short, with Su Heng's current mana, he couldn't destroy it.

At this moment, Su Heng himself was shocked, because he suddenly remembered something.

At the Immortal Dao Conference, the Little Sword Saint suddenly went crazy and took the initiative to play against the Spirit Clan's domain, and after defeating the opponent, Cang Yan suspected that it was not the Little Sword Saint's own strength, but in the end, the Little Sword Saint did not admit it, and the Immortal Dao masters sarcastically said that the Spirit Clan could not afford to lose, so the matter was over.

At that time, Su Heng didn't pay much attention to it, but now that he saw the strange Yuan Shen of the Little Sword Saint, he also had a trace of suspicion.

Compared to the physical body, the primordial gods of the little sword saint are simply too tough, and that feeling is like the difference between the ghosts and the jet-black primordial gods in their bodies when they were in the graveyard of doom.

Spirit and flesh are not on the same level at all!

Don't...... Could it be that the little sword saint was already dead, and there was some powerful being who took possession of his physical body?

Su Heng thought so, but quickly rejected this guess, at least this guess was not completely correct. Because if this was the case, so many masters should have seen it at the Immortal Dao Conference that day, and it was impossible for the high-level of Xiaoyaotian to tolerate someone acting so recklessly.

While he was thinking about it, the sword-shaped primordial god suddenly broke through Su Heng's mana shackles, escaped from the little sword saint's gradually dead body, split the void, and fled away.

"What is that? Little Sword Saint's primordial god?"

Someone exclaimed, just when they thought Su Heng was going to catch up, Su Heng let it go.

After a moment of silence, he glanced at the many masters around him, and then raised his steps and walked towards Qing'er and the little beast as if no one was around.