No one spoke, and seeing Jian Yuan above the sky, everyone understood how important what was happening in front of them was.

In this silent change, seventy-three sword qi soared into the air, jointly resisting the boundless thousands of sword yuan.

Zhuo Zangfeng's eyes were even more angry, and he wanted to kill everyone.

All his consciousness was immersed in revenge, and he even wanted to destroy the World Sword Shrine again like the last time he destroyed the World Sword Alliance.

His anger turned into hatred, and his body was like the wind in the night, constantly waving his hands and feet to knock away the flying swords sent by those cultivators in the sword shrine.

The aura was at its peak under the power of rage, and the thousands of sword intents could emit a sword aura that captured people's hearts almost without having to control it themselves.

Xue Xuanliu already felt a little impetuous in dealing with those sword elements that were constantly flying in, and the shock in his heart couldn't allow him to think, so he could only keep urging the qi machine, intending to control these ownerless sword yuan.

At a loss, the sword yuan is chaotic like a chaotic arrow piercing through the clouds, and with an extremely grand sword intent, if you are not careful, you will be injured by the sword qi, this sword marquis of the peak realm of the great grandmaster will never dare to be careless.

He only relied on his mysterious swordsmanship and extraordinary cultivation to repel the sword yuan that flew to his side several times, and the speed of the sword became faster and faster, and the degree of vitality loss became greater and greater.

Jian Yuan seemed to be a mass of poisonous bees that could not be dispersed, buzzing the camp and pestering him, constantly attacking from all directions.

In order to let Jian Yuan play a greater role, Zhuo Zangfeng stood sideways and fought with seventy-three flying swords with a pair of fleshy palms.

Mu Jueyou still nourished Meng Taixu's magic sword with his vitality, and he didn't dare to distract himself from helping him.

Those seventy-three flying swords were issued by the seventy-three cultivators of the Great Sword Master Realm, the sword momentum was connected, the vitality was through, and the sword qi was even more unstoppable, but the rapid retreat under Zhuo Zangfeng's violent aura could not stop the opponent's attack.

They didn't think about hurting Zhuo Zangfeng, in fact, after they sent out the flying sword, they were seeking self-preservation, if they could shake the aura of this formidable enemy, or make him unable to move under the sword qi, it would be considered an unexpected gain.

The vibration of the Yuan Qi transmitted from the flying sword, they could tell the strength of the other party's Yuan Qi.

Moreover, this young man also controlled countless sword elements at the same time, and this cultivation made those cultivators feel awe.

Zhuo Zangfeng was completely a deadly fight, the sword qi did not dodge or dodge when it was close, but just sent out a palm force to knock it away, and then looked for another flying sword again, and concocted it in the same way.

The sword qi pierced his body, cutting his clothes and fluttering in the night, while the sword qi pierced his skin and was dispersed by the protective vitality on his body, unscathed.

His situation has similarities and differences with Jianhou.

He is also like a man besieged by poisonous bees, but the difference is that he blindly takes the offensive and does not flinch at all.

If Xue Xuanliu was defending against poisonous bees, he was more like provoking poisonous bees.

Fortunately, after the sword yuan was not controlled, the power was greatly reduced, and Mu Jueyou was also summoning Meng Taixu Sword Yuan, which contained the strongest of the sword yuan to a certain extent, otherwise the situation of the sword marquis would be much more difficult than now.

Today, in terms of vitality, no one can compare to Zhuo Zangfeng, but in terms of swordsmanship, Jianhou is slightly better.

Even if Zhuo Zangfeng learned the Heavenly Sword Sect's strongest swordsmanship, he still hadn't fully comprehended it, and compared with Xue Xuanliu, who had been cultivating the sword for decades, he always owed some heat.

Xue Duanliu used a thousand means, and finally restrained the sword yuan slightly, and those sword yuan attacks became farther and farther away from him.

Hold on for a moment, those sword elements formed a whirlpool, but they did not retreat, and Xue Xuanliu was still resisting with his strength.

And at this moment, Zhuo Zangfeng's body was cut by the sword qi countless times, and the clothes on his body were all torn, almost naked, and his body was fruitful.

Under the light of the sword, there was a star-shaped pattern behind him, shining brightly, like a star inlaid in the sky.

At that time, the old Taoist priest said that this star was pierced by Duan Qianhua in his back with a golden needle, in order to attract the starlight, wash the marrow and cut the bones, and prolong his life.

Mu Jueyou, who was concentrating on the Dao Sword with all his might, suddenly moved, and this was indeed one of the signs of the Sword Dao Immortal.

And those kenzaka cultivators who were urging the Yuan Qi Imperial Sword to meet the attack with all their might also felt incredible, and faintly felt that this pattern was very magical, and it seemed to be related to some kind of cultivation talent.

Xue Xuanliu was reflected by the light on this pattern, and there was a golden light in the sea of consciousness, and his breath stagnated slightly, and those sword elements immediately dispersed again, and they quickly flew in.

Hurriedly concentrating and calming, let his sword yuan occupy the best attack position, and at the same time, his body retreated, emitting a powerful sword qi to stop the chaos of the sword piercing his heart.

The Sword Marquis, who had always been calm and composed, broke out in a cold sweat this time, and he could even feel his heart trembling in a panic.

However, the breath is controlled as you like, although the panicked breath is as steady as a mountain, the sword qi is continuous, and the momentum is wide open and closed, which does not show the color of decadence, but gives people a sense of encouragement.

"I'm coming!"

A loud voice in the deep space remembered, and at the same time, a long sword shining with golden light flew in the sky, and Chen Wangbo's momentum sank like the sea, blocking thousands of sword yuan in an instant.

Xue Xuanliu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Trouble Master!"

The master didn't speak, and quickly glanced at Zhuo Zangfeng, thinking that he was fortunate that he had already noticed that something was wrong with him, and occasionally made a hexagram, even if he came to the Sword Shrine in the world, otherwise he didn't know how it would end today.

The sword yuan that the master had not been refining for a long time was already like an iron spoon stirring in boiling water, and those sword yuan were like rising hot air, instantly condensed under the guidance of his sword momentum, and flew in clusters.

Then the master's face sank, his fingers and sword tricks seemed to pinch the mountains, and his right hand was clear, as if writing a large character in the air.

Thousands of sword yuan moved closer to the sword yuan that he had just issued under his sword momentum, and then gradually condensed into a straight line.

The dazzling straight line of golden light, like the lightning connecting heaven and earth, was waved by the master's big hand, and gradually became docile.

Xue Xuanliu didn't know if he was afraid that the seventy-two cultivators would hurt Zhuo Zangfeng, or if he was worried that Zhuo Zangfeng would hurt these people, so his mind penetrated the night and recalled Jian Yuan to join the battle group.

At this time, the ten top cultivators ran out of vitality, and each spurted a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground to breathe, their expressions extremely painful.

The Sword Marquis came at the right time, just in time to save them from danger, otherwise Zhuo Zangfeng's palm was like a sword, and it would be difficult for other cultivators to avoid the consequences of being seriously injured.

Two blue lights shot out of his eyes, and Zhuo Zangfeng's palm condensed like a knife-like palm wind, and suddenly flew towards the Sword Marquis.

A sword swept through the air, Xue Xuanliu intertwined with his figure, dodging his palm power, seeing that he was delirious, he didn't know how to block, and he didn't even know how to retreat from his powerful sword intent, and sighed secretly in his heart.

According to his cultivation, if he returned a sword when he staggered at this time, Zhuo Zangfeng would definitely not be able to dodge it, and no matter which part of his body was pierced with this sword, he would never have a chance to live.

At this time, the star pattern behind Zhuo Zangfeng once again caused the Sword Marquis Zhihai to produce golden light, interfering with his qi under unpredictable circumstances.

I don't understand why she always troubles herself, but the patience of the sword marquis is exchanged for the other party's aggressiveness, Xue Xuanliu's sword is not released, and he quickly lifts his breath, and his body rises several feet in the air.

Zhuo Zangfeng followed him like a shadow, and shouted: "Traitor!

He didn't have the sword yuan to call, and he didn't have any idea of dodging against a cultivator in the realm of a great grandmaster, and he was a bit of an egg hitting a stone.

Xue Duanliu was called a traitor for the first time in his life, and his heart was also angry.