The Holy Emperor didn't know what He Zichuan was going through, but the experience of fighting the enemy accumulated over countless years had made him develop the habit of never taking the enemy lightly. Seeing that Yizhi did not completely suppress He Zichuan, the regret in his eyes was completely removed, the pupils of his eyes gradually disappeared, and the whites of his eyes became pitch black, like two points of deep starry sky. The power of heaven and earth around him suddenly magnified, like a herd of bison being driven, and it rumbled towards He Zichuan.

He Zichuan suddenly felt that the pressure doubled, and his whole body "snapped" and was directly pressed into the sand. The mana in his body was like a condensation, and he couldn't mobilize it at all, and the Dao body and the primordial spirit were crushed at the same time, the origin was rapidly lost, and blood slowly oozed out of the seven orifices.

It seemed that He Zichuan was about to die in the next moment, and the look of victory in his hand returned to the face of the Holy Emperor again, even he himself did not expect to win so easily.

Just when everything seemed to be decided, the Qingfeng Sword inserted in the yellow sand seemed to be held by an invisible swordsman, and it jumped up on its own, stabbing towards the Holy Emperor as fast as lightning.

The Holy Emperor was taken aback, and said in his heart, "He Zichuan's divine thoughts and mana have been completely suppressed by me, how can he still use the Void Imperial Sword?" There are countless methods of the Void Imperial Sword in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and for the Holy Emperor or a high-level monk like He Zichuan, it is not a profound method. And almost all of the sword methods are completed by the combination of divine thoughts and exercises, although there is no direct contact between the sword and the person, there is mana or divine thought as a link. Now that He Zichuan's divine mana has been suppressed, it is impossible to pass the sword in the air, if it weren't for the Holy Emperor's 100% certainty that there was no third person nearby, he couldn't even believe that it was He Zichuan controlling the Qingfeng Sword.

However, after all, the Holy Emperor was very experienced in fighting, and after a brief moment of consternation, he immediately calmed down, and bent his right palm towards the blade of the sword. In his opinion, this bullet contains a thousand powers, even if it can't break the Qingfeng Sword directly, he should also bounce this broken sword out of the clouds. But what he didn't expect was that the powerful bullet actually missed, and the Holy Emperor had obviously hit the Qingfeng Sword, but it didn't have any effect on it.

In his perception, the golden Qingfeng Sword was clearly in front of him, and it was still stabbing at him, and his fingers were indeed flicking on it without a single bit, how could it be empty? The Holy Emperor was suddenly startled, and then there was a terrifying sense of crisis behind him.

The Holy Emperor turned around abruptly and grabbed at the source of the sense of crisis, but what surprised him even more was that this grasp had failed again. Before he could come back to his senses, the Qingfeng Sword, which was already approaching, suddenly flourished, and its speed more than doubled, easily piercing his protective aura and stabbing straight into his chest.

"How is this possible?" The Holy Emperor's scalp was numb for a while, and he immediately shot a few spells at the wound, but what made him even more puzzled was that the place where he was pierced by the Qingfeng Sword was not painful or itchy, not only was there no bleeding, but there was not even a wound at all, and there was not even a trace of oily skin.

"Could it be an illusion?" the Holy Emperor was shocked, but if it was an illusion, it had long been invisible under his powerful perception, how could it be so weird, especially the pain in the heart when the long sword pierced into his chest, he was sure that it was definitely what had happened.

Just when the Holy Emperor was puzzled, the Clear Wind Sword shot out from his chest. At the same time, long lines of blood erupted from his waist and eyes, and a hideous wound was bottomless, slowly healing under the powerful restorative power of the immortal body.

The Holy Emperor let out a painful cry and covered his waist in shock, and the power of heaven and earth that he forcibly mobilized suddenly disappeared into chaos and disappeared between heaven and earth.

The pressure on He Zichuan's body suddenly lightened, and the pressure that disappeared in an instant made the energy in his body resist that pressure nowhere to vent, and the feeling of swelling and pain swept through his body from the inside out, as if he might explode at any time. He Zichuan hurriedly mobilized his mana, straightened out the qi of his whole body, and took out a golden pill that was still in his mouth, stabilizing the damaged meridians and origin, as for the damage of the Yuan Shen, he did not have the right pill or secret method, and only took a little more time for him to recover on his own, fortunately, his Yuan Shen power was close to the late stage of the Holy Realm, otherwise the suppression just now would have caused him to suffer a heavy blow.

The wound on the Holy Empress's waist was deep, but it only took a dozen breaths to fully recover as before. There was just an invisible sword intent that quickly corroded his meridians as the wound entered his body. Although that sword intent was very weak, mixed and impure, and the damage was not very great, it really took him a lot of effort to completely refine these sword intents, coupled with the strange swordsmanship just now, which made the Holy Emperor unconsciously feel a little jealous of He Zichuan.

The blackness in the Holy Emperor's eyes gradually faded, and his pupils resurfaced, shrinking into a thin line, staring at He Zichuan, who was healing with his eyes closed, and asked solemnly, "You didn't use Jin Chuan's swordsmanship, where did you learn it?"

He Zichuan sneered: "The Jinchuan Exercises are broad and profound, even if the Holy Emperor cultivates to the heavens, how can he understand them all?"

The Holy Emperor snorted coldly and reprimanded: "Whether it is Jin Chuan's swordsmanship or not, I know at a glance, if you don't want to say it, I have another way to know, you don't have to treat everyone else as a fool." ”

He Zichuan opened his eyes, looked at the Holy Emperor, and lowered his eyes again, as if acquiescing.

The Holy Emperor nodded slightly and said, "I didn't expect you to have another adventure, if you hadn't met me today, maybe one day you would have been able to go to the level of Jinzun." ”

After that, he shook his sleeves, threw out a handful of green beans, and the green beans fell to the ground and grew wildly, and more than ten golden armor guards appeared in front of He Zichuan in two or three breaths, compared with those previous golden armor guards, although there were not many golden armor guards this time, but their temperament was more heroic, and their armor was more gorgeous and exquisite, their strength was close to the holy realm, their expressions were different, very vivid, almost no different from real monks, and they knew at a glance that they must be more difficult than those before.

As soon as the golden armor guards grew up, they automatically gathered into a magic circle and surrounded He Zichuan in it.

He Zichuan's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression was solemn, he waved lightly into the air, and the Qingfeng Sword immediately flew above his head like a hound.

"Go!" With his soft shout, the Qingfeng Sword hummed, and dispersed into countless golden air currents, which intertwined and rotated, turning into a violent whirlwind with a diameter of dozens of zhang, and the whirlwind blew bigger and bigger, with the power of destroying the world and the earth, and involved the magic circle composed of the golden armor guards.

"Is it the Imperial Sword Technique?" The Holy Emperor looked at him coldly, guessing in his heart He Zichuan's strange sword technique, he had just come to a conclusion, and then shook his head again, and said in his heart: "There is no connection between mana and divine thoughts at all, that sword is like another person, completely contrary to the principle of the imperial sword technique." ”

The raging whirlwind was huge, but this time the golden armor guards were obviously not comparable to the previous waves, they were very intelligent, and they cooperated exquisitely, and the combined formation defense was super strong, and the whirlwind turned the desert within a radius of dozens of miles, and they just didn't move.

Half a moment later, when the last few waves of hundreds of zhang sirloin returned in vain again, the violent whirlwind finally gradually weakened, and countless tiny golden air currents converged into the Qingfeng Sword entity again. As soon as the Qingfeng Sword Fang took shape, the sword was immediately flourishing, as if it was held by a sword master, and it once again entered the Golden Armor Guardian Array.

The sound of gold and iron strikes is endless, the Qingfeng Sword opens and closes, three in and three out, and there are constantly weapons cut off by its sharp blades, but often in the critical period when the golden armor guards are about to be killed, the protective role of the formation will suddenly appear, and the Qingfeng Sword will return again and again. After another half of a battle, the Qingfeng Sword still failed to cause any substantial damage to the Golden Armor Guard. And the Qingfeng Sword, which had always maintained a high-intensity attack state, was full of strength, then weakened, and then exhausted, gradually revealing fatigue, as if the sword-wielding master's mana was gradually exhausted, the speed was getting slower and slower, the sword qi was getting weaker and weaker, and the strength was getting smaller and smaller.

"Using the Origin Heart Sutra to inspire the Nameless Sword Technique is still too reluctant, not only is it not powerful enough, but it is also too unlasting. He Zichuan sighed in his heart, he waved his hand and said, "Come back!"

The Qingfeng Sword in the fierce battle was like a hunting dog that had been ordered, and it shot back without pause, and landed firmly in He Zichuan's hands. With the long sword in his hand, He Zichuan and Qingfeng Sword both shook, and their momentum suddenly changed, the wind surging on the golden long sword, and the half-zhang long sword light was like a divine dragon's breath expanding and contracting, and his figure moved, and the whole person turned into a sword light like a sharp sword, cutting into the formation of the golden guard.

"It's ...... The human sword is one!" The Holy Emperor, who was watching the battle, narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself, "He Zichuan, how many more surprises will you bring me?" ”

In He Zichuan's hands, the Qingfeng Sword changed its spirit of opening and closing, but instead did its best to do its most exquisite things, as if it was dancing on the tip of the knife and embroidering flowers in the palm. The long sword flies like a spiritual snake, pervasive, the weapon of the golden armor guard is blocked, and the formation support seems to have completely lost its effectiveness, even if it can occasionally intercept the trajectory of the long sword, it is completely like hitting the moon in the water, the flower in the mirror, and it can't stop it at all.

He Zichuan's sword path is very weird, the speed of the sword seems not to be fast, but the angle is very tricky, and he often chooses the special period when the opponent's old moves have been exhausted and the new moves have not been released, and he quickly drills into the unexpected gap, and leaves with one blow.

What's even more unguardable is that the long sword clearly slashed the opponent's right leg, but the right leg was unharmed, and at the same time, the left hand, which was not injured at all, was inexplicably cut off and flew out far away. His strange tactics of cutting off legs and hands, cutting necks and waists, if he hadn't encountered the gold-armored guards who scattered beans into soldiers, he would have made his opponent fearful and had no fighting spirit.

But even the golden-armored guards who had no real feelings only lasted for a moment under He Zichuan's violent and delicate sword moves, and a great battle gradually turned into a one-sided massacre.

When the Breeze Sword was drawn from the left side of the last Golden Guardian, only to cut the Golden Guardian in half from his right shoulder, the battle was finally over.

He Zichuan was covered in blood, standing murderously in the yellow sand, and a lonely applause sounded in his ears. He raised his eyelids and glanced at the Southern Frontier Holy Emperor outside the battle group, an incarnation of one of the five great masters in the world, who was applauding sincerely and looking at him with a smile.

The Holy Emperor seemed to be a spectator watching a good show in the pear garden, and he high-fived and marveled at the wonderful performance on the stage. He said excitedly: "You are the first monk to break this Golden Armor True Martial Array with the early stage cultivation of the Holy Realm, it is really an unheard of exquisite sword technique, but it is a pity that it seems that the sword technique itself is still flawed, and you are not very skilled, otherwise maybe you can really fight back and forth with this incarnation of mine." ”

The Holy Emperor of Southern Xinjiang was able to judge the problem of the sword technique based on He Zichuan's battle alone, although it was not accurate, but this eyesight alone was enough for He Zichuan to be convinced, and he really deserved to be one of the strongest people in the world.

He Zichuan looked at the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, and smiled bitterly in his heart, not only was it very reluctant to use the Nameless Sword Technique with Jin Chuan's Origin Heart Sutra, and the consumption was more than ten times more than the original, but his own sword intent was incompatible with the Nameless Sword Technique, and it was difficult to exert the true power of the Sword Technique, and what was even more frustrating was that the sword itself was far from the requirements of the Sword Technique, that is, it was as strong as the Qingfeng Sword, after using the Nameless Sword Technique for a very short time, the spirituality had been lost seven or eight out of ten, and it would never be able to restore its former vigor without a hundred years of warmth, if it continued to be forcibly used, within half a pillar of incense, the Qingfeng Sword would be completely reduced to a waste sword。 Although this nameless sword technique is strong, it is really demanding, and it is really a tempting chicken rib.

Just as He Zichuan was in his trance, the Holy Emperor of Southern Xinjiang suddenly chuckled and said lightly: "Okay, since I have seen what I want to see, then I will send you on my way." After that, he didn't wait for He Zichuan to make any reaction, and quickly made a legal decision, and said softly: "The dust belongs to my law!"

The sand under He Zichuan's feet immediately squirmed, turning into a pool of quicksand that sucked his legs, and the mana in his body was like a flood that opened the floodgates, flowing down his legs into the quicksand, and it disappeared as much as half a moment, while the quicksand under his feet became a little more active.

He Zichuan was startled, jumped up, and just got out of the control of the quicksand, he heard the Holy Emperor read again: "I accept my order!" As soon as he finished speaking, He Zichuan felt that the temperature in the air had plummeted, and a thin layer of ice had condensed on his wrists, ankles, neck, and even the Qingfeng Sword.

This layer of thin ice seems to shatter at the slightest touch, but in fact, it is not only extremely hard, but also has a stagnant effect, making He Zichuan's body unable to move, and even his mana is difficult to run. He Zichuan, who had just flown half a foot high, fell straight into the quicksand like a wild goose in the middle of an arrow.

He Zichuan's heart tightened, and he was surprised: "Oops, the power of the Southern Xinjiang Five Elements Dao Technique is so powerful!" Dao Technique is one of the secret techniques, and the Five Elements Dao Technique in Southern Xinjiang contains hundreds of secret techniques, large and small, both attacking and supporting, which is very complicated. Originally, this Five Elements Dao Technique was not necessarily that difficult, but when it was performed by the Holy Emperor, even if it was just an incarnation, the power still gave He Zichuan a headache.

He Zichuan, who was locked by thin ice, plunged headlong into the quicksand, like a flying insect tied up by a spider, and could only do a futile dying struggle.

Seeing that the victory was decided, the Holy Emperor sneered, played a legal decision again, and said aloud: "Destroy the flame and obey my order!"

A ball of flame appeared out of thin air above He Zichuan's head, turning into a giant blade several zhang long, exuding a scorching aura and slashing towards He Zichuan, and before he could get close, his hair was scorched, and his sleeves spontaneously combusted.

A huge shadow of the fall instantly enveloped He Zichuan, making his face immediately change drastically, and his heart was pounding wildly.