On the edge of the sword pool, Wang Shen succumbed to the sword of Tang Lian, the bamboo sword monarch, and everyone could see that Wang Shen had been restrained by Tang Lian's style of Yang Chun and snow, but when Wang Shen closed his eyes again, everyone's curiosity was raised to their throats again.

Could it be that this kid has any other means?

Outsiders speculated wildly, but Tang Lian's heart was like water, and he was accidentally attacked by Wang Shen's spirit suppression technique completely because he was defenseless against such a mental attack method, now that he knew, he naturally would not let Wang Shen take advantage of it.

However, Tang Lian's gaze gradually moved to the peach stick in Wang Shen's hand, and he felt that if Wang Shen still had a chance to struggle, it was the strange aura hidden in the wooden stick that even he couldn't fathom. This aura was very peculiar, if it weren't for the fact that he had touched a little innate realm, and when Fang Cai's own sword stabbed the top of the peach stick, that aura suddenly appeared, otherwise he wouldn't have noticed the strangeness in it.

But now, the aura in the stick has disappeared again, or it can no longer be detected by his cultivation, which makes him faintly feel a little surprised.

There are many dreams at night, and the time is almost up.

Tang Lian exhaled lightly, and saw that the long sword in his hand vibrate, and the momentum on the sword suddenly increased, and Wang Shen, who was covered by white light, also trembled violently.

But he still closed his eyes, clenched his teeth and continued to insist.

Wen Jiu, who was not far away, saw this scene, a sense of loss flashed in his eyes, he sighed slightly in his heart, and was about to open his mouth to let Wang Shen admit defeat, but suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.

Not only him, but several people in the audience all raised their heads together and looked in the same direction, including Na Ju Jianjun and the gray-haired old man who followed Zhu Qiaoqiao.

"What's wrong?"

Gan Xin found that Zhou Wei, who was beside him, looked up at the direction of the peak of the goddess with a solemn expression, and couldn't help asking.

Zhou Wei had a strange look on his face, and said hesitantly: "Miss, look at the ten thousand swords on the peak, it seems that there are some changes. ”

"Change?"

Gan was surprised, and then raised his head again to look in the same direction.

At the moment when he was willing to raise his head, dozens or hundreds of remnant swords suddenly flew out of the thousands of remnant swords that had been hovering at the top of the Goddess Peak, breaking away from the mighty flying sword team and shooting towards the bottom of the mountain.

"It's ......"

When Wen Jiuhui found that these strange flying remnant swords were somewhat familiar, he couldn't help but exclaim.

At this time, Wang Shen under Tang Lian's sword slowly opened his eyes, and then stood up straight with unbearable pain, his eyes staring at each other tightly.

When Tang Lian noticed it, he found that hundreds of remnant swords overflowing with sword qi had been densely hung above his head at some point, and before the shock on his face could dissipate, these remnant swords roared down and surrounded Wang Shen, dispersing all the white light shrouded in his body.

Then, Wang Shen took a deep breath and took half a step forward, while Tang Lian, who was the Sword Monarch of Wushan, took half a step back in the stunned eyes of everyone.

So, Wang Shen took another half step, Tang Lian's face turned pale for a while, and he was forced to take another half step.

He was very helpless now, because not only was he lacking vitality in the sea of qi, but Wang Shen was also hovering and dancing hundreds of imposing broken swords. Even as a Wushan Sword Monarch, he had never seen such a situation, he had seen the Ten Thousand Swords Open Lake several times in Wushan for so many years, but there had never been a time like this, someone could actually take a sword from the Ten Thousand Swords for his own use.

As a sword monarch, he still has some understanding of the situation on the goddess peak, although it is not much, but it is more true than the rumors that are circulating indiscriminately from outsiders. But before that, he never felt that anyone could control this sword pool ten thousand swords.

However, this scene really appeared in front of him now, although Wang Shen only controlled the hundred swords, such an unbelievable thing made him difficult to accept for a while.

Could it be that this kid has something to do with the Goddess Peak? Did he take these swords by himself, or did he deliberately do it on the Goddess Peak......

Tang Lian didn't have the heart to resist anymore now, and when he was forced to take three steps back by Wang Shen, he suddenly had a flush on his face, and then opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The injury that forcibly broke through the level finally broke out when he was uncertain and weak, and this breath was not suppressed so that all the injuries in Tang Lian's body broke out, and his whole person completely lost his spirit, and after spitting out several mouthfuls of blood in a row, he put down the hand holding the sword tremblingly and crookedly.

"I'm defeated. ”

A sudden sigh clearly fell on everyone's ears, and after saying these three short words, Zhu Jianjun Tang Lian's whole person aged a little in an instant.

"Master!"

Sikong Shun behind him rushed to Tang Lian's side as soon as possible, and supported the Wushan Sword Monarch who had cultivated himself for more than ten years, but at this moment he was as weak as a candle in the wind.

Tang Lian gasped heavily, he knew that this time his injury had affected the foundation of cultivation, not only that, even if he had a chance to heal this injury in this life, he would never have a chance to recover his previous strength, let alone look for the mysterious innate realm.

Seeing this scene, Wen Jiuhui also exhaled heavily, but his eyes when he looked at Tang Lian were filled with a strong sense of pleasure after revenge and a little untraceable remembrance.

Seeing Sikong Shun holding Tang Lian and sitting on the spot to breathe, the audience was almost silent, and everyone looked at Wang Shen like a monster, as well as the hundreds of crippled swords that were densely packed around him.

"It's so handsome......"

If it weren't for the gray-haired old man on the side, Zhu Qiaoqiao was afraid that he would rush directly to Wang Shen.

Even Ganxin, who had always been calm and calm, was full of shock, and his mouth was wide open and he couldn't speak.

Wang Shen in the field shook his body for no reason after Tang Lian said the word defeat, not only was there not much of the Qi and Sea Vitality in his body now consumed by Tang Lian, but even his Divine Consciousness and Mental Power were consumed by summoning these few remnant swords that were attached to him with a trace of mental power.

If he hadn't used the peach stick in his hand to support himself, he was afraid that he would fall to the ground as soft as Tang Lian now.

However, not long after Wang Shen's mind was relaxed, the ten thousand swords hovering on the top of the goddess peak suddenly shook violently, and then in the horrified eyes of everyone, the ten thousand swords turned into an angry dragon, roaring and flying in the direction of Wang Shen.

"Run!"

I don't know who reacted first and shouted, and everyone in the audience retreated frantically, for fear of being affected by the ten thousand swords that came in anger.

Even Tang Lian was taken away by Sikong Shun, and only Wang Shen was left alone in the field, standing motionless, not because he didn't want to run, but because he really didn't have the strength to run anymore.

Looking at the ten thousand swords covering his head like a dark cloud, Wang Shen shook his head with a wry smile, and then stretched out his left hand to take out a simple bronze mirror from his arms, and after he probed the last trace of vitality in his body into the bronze mirror, the whole person fell to the ground with a puff.

As Wang Shen's vitality penetrated, a misty white mist floated in the bronze mirror, covering the top of Wang Shen's head.

Ten thousand swords were volleyed in the air, and in an instant, the momentum was like a big river rising from the ground, and it rushed towards Wang Shen angrily.

However, when this dragon-like sword touched the white mist above Wang Shen's head, they seemed to have lost their target one by one and hung blankly in the white mist.

Countless remnant swords were still falling one after another, but none of them could penetrate this white mist and fall on Wang Shen's body.