There are three Sword Strength Mahayana on the other side, and there are even sixteen Sword Saint Realm powerhouses, and the lineup is almost twice as strong as the Li family.

Of course, this is without including the royal court.

Even if Wang Ting is calculated as a sword power Mahayana, three against three, the other party still has an absolute advantage.

"Dare to break through, against the sky, I don't believe that you, a small Li family, in the range of our Nanta River Basin, can still toss what tricks, Zhuang Poxie, you deal with several other sword power Mahayana people, I will first clean up this star list ghost who claims to be able to fight against sword power Mahayana. ”

Zhuang Bufan shouted loudly, and actually gave up dealing with Li Yuan and Li Huazhang, the two sword powerhouses of the Mahayana realm, and made a special trip to deal with Wang Ting.

Obviously, this was not because he felt that the royal court already had the strength to truly resist the sword power Mahayana, but because he was afraid of the potential of the royal court.

Zhuang Bufan and the others are not fools, they can be on the star list, which one is not a stunning existence, as long as they do not die on the road of growth, more than half of them can grow into peerless powerhouses of sword artistic conception, such a strong man with unlimited potential, he is afraid of offending, once he is allowed to escape, it will definitely be an endless trouble, maybe in the minds of Zhuang and other strong people, the priority serial number of killing Wang Ting is even higher than Li Yuan and Li Huazhang, the two sword power Mahayana.

"Wang Ting, be careful!"

Seeing that Zhuang Bufan was actually aiming at Wang Court to kill, Li Yuan let out a shout from his mouth, but soon, a sword power Mahayana and three Sword Saint Realm powerhouses surrounded and killed at the same time, and he didn't have time to take care of Wang Ting. Concentrate your mind against the sword Mahayana in front of you.

"Junior, die!"

Without the interference of others, Zhuang Bufan, a sword power mahayana, had already fully exploded his own powerful strength, and the terrifying sword momentum crushed down, like a fierce beast, coming fiercely, crushing all the forces that intercepted him in front of him along the way.

Even though Wang Ting displayed the swordsmanship of the Heavenly Sword and the Hundred Tribulations, and stimulated his own first-stage sword momentum, he was still in the confrontation with Zhuang Bufan. was still suppressed in one fell swoop, and the fragile sword momentum was crushed again and again in the continuous collision.

"Aside from the sword momentum, my cultivation is not inferior to Zhuang Bufan, a sword power Mahayana, or even above this sword power Mahayana, the only thing that is bad is the sword power. In the clash of sword momentum, the loss is too great. The only way to reverse this situation is to make the momentum stronger!"

Under the oppression of a sword power Mahayana, Wang Ting's brain still remained clear, and he instantly calculated the difference in strength between the two.

As soon as his mind moved, his surging true qi had decreased slightly, and at the same time, the sword power that was constantly dispersing suddenly burst out from his body. Colliding with Zhuang Bufan's sword momentum, the sword momentum is constantly condensed in the process of continuous collision, collapse, and destruction, and there is a faint tendency to enter the second stage, condensing but not dispersing.

Seeing this scene, Zhuang Bufan's face was full of anger.

He is a dignified sword mahayana and deals with a small sword master. However, the other party not only resisted his attack, but also used his sword momentum to vainly try to transform his sword momentum and enter the second stage of the ranks. This kind of behavior is simply a contempt for him, a sword-powerful Mahayana, and a deepest provocation to him, a sword-powerful Mahayana.

"You're looking for death!"

With a roar, the infinite killing machine surged out from the body of this sword power Mahayana, and the momentum was mixed with this violent and angry killing machine, which made his sword momentum actually stronger and suppressed, if it was some ordinary legendary swordsman, in the face of this terrifying sword momentum, I am afraid that Zhuang Bufan would not need to make a move, and he would be shocked by the endless killing machine and anger filled with the opponent's momentum, and he would not dare to move.

"Bang!"

Bombarded by this violent sword momentum, Wang Ting's resisted sword momentum was all shattered, even if it was the domain defense formed by the Great Perfection, it was torn apart in one fell swoop, and the thunderous sword momentum hit his body, shaking his talisman Gang Qi in one fell swoop, losing the last defense of the talisman Gang Qi, the sword momentum was officially coming, for a while, he only felt that the internal organs were overturned for a while, the blood gushed up, and almost spit out, and the whole person was even under this blow, and was shocked to retreat more than a dozen.

"Kill!"

A sword saint on the side saw that Wang Ting was beaten by Zhuang Bufan and revealed a lot of flaws, and he shouted loudly in his mouth, and he was about to make a move.

"Get out of the way, it's my prey. ”

Before he could take out his sword, Zhuang Bufan's voice had already sounded again, and then, he saw a majestic sword momentum that was not inferior to the previous one, falling from the sky, as if the heavenly sword was dusty, terrifying coercion, even the Zhuang Sword Saint who was in the aftermath of the sword momentum was terrified, and couldn't help but retreat again and again.

"Boom!"

The shock wave formed by the violent explosion rushed in all directions again, mixed with the sword momentum and true qi of the royal court's collapse.

Under the power of this shock wave, Wang Ting, who was still retreating again and again, was directly swept away in one fell swoop, and after landing on the ground, he retreated again, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Sword momentum, sword momentum Mahayana sword momentum!"

Despite the injury, there was no fear in Wang Ting's eyes, and his eyes became colder and colder.

"You're not dead!?"

Zhuang Bufan's heart froze, feeling that Wang Court was tenacious, the killing intent in his heart was already stronger, and the powerful sword momentum was stimulated again and crushed down.

"Boom!"

As if the scene was replayed, Wang Ting's sword momentum and Zhuang Bufan's sword momentum collided in the void, and once again erupted into a violent impact, in front of Zhuang Bufan, a sword mahayana, Wang Ting's sword momentum only resisted for a moment, and was shattered again, and his body was also shocked back again.

Moment!

However, this moment is indeed extremely critical.

The previous Wang Ting had no power to resist Zhuang Bufan in terms of sword momentum, but at this moment, he was able to resist Zhuang Bufan for a moment with his sword momentum, even if it was only for a moment, it was a decisive breakthrough.

It's like a person refining an Arcana Treasure, and the success rate of 1 percent and the success rate of 0 percent are completely different. The former will succeed one day as long as it continues to be refined, while the latter has no hope.

"How is that possible!?"

The change in the sword confrontation, Zhuang Bufan naturally saw it in his eyes, and looked at Wang Ting's gaze with faint disbelief.

Breakthrough?

Breakthrough!?

At this moment, Wang Ting's sword momentum actually broke through the first stage, from the peak of the first stage, to the level of the second stage of condensation.

"Kill!"

The sword momentum broke through to the second stage. Finally, it was no longer without any resistance, and Wang Ting finally changed his previous style of constant defense, and with a loud cry in his mouth, a powerful sword burst out in full force.

"Zhuang Lie, King Zhuang Xian, the two of you will shoot with me and kill this son!"

Seeing that Wang Ting actually began to launch a counterattack against him, Zhuang Bufan finally didn't dare to hold it up anymore, and shouted loudly. The two powerhouses of the late Sword Saint by his side had already shot at the same time.

"It's late!"

The royal court that burst out with its own sword momentum. As if a moth was fighting a fire, with a kind of resoluteness that never returned, it violently collided with the sword momentum of Zhuang Bufan's sword momentum Mahayana level, and the two powerful sword forces collided head-on, setting off a violent wind in this small passage, and the strong wind was enough to blow a strong man at the level of a sword master to pieces.

With this powerful sword momentum of the second stage, Wang Ting finally won a moment of time under the bombardment of Zhuang Bufan's sword momentum.

It was a moment. His figure had suddenly dissipated, and the next moment, as if he had passed through the trajectory of time and space, he suddenly shuttled through this slightly stagnant sword momentum, holding the sword in one hand, and appeared in front of Zhuang Bufan out of nowhere, stabbing with a sword. Ruosheng Sword's cold blade suddenly enlarged in Zhuang Bufan's pupils.

"With this little carving insect skill, you want to kill me?"

Zhuang Bufan was a strong man in the Mahayana realm after all, and Wang Ting instantly took out his sword and stabbed out a swordsman. Although he was caught off guard, the next moment, a sword momentum had already burst out from his body, condensing, and was about to bombard the royal court.

"Spiritual Secret Technique, Thunder Realm!"

"Boom!"

The moment the sword momentum erupted, the powerful spiritual secret technique had already exploded in Zhuang Bufan's spiritual world, shaking his spiritual world.

"Get out!"

However, the sword power Mahayana itself is equal to the eighth-order spiritual power, and Wang Ting's spiritual secret technique did not even shake Zhuang Bufan's spiritual world for a moment, and with his roar, a sword momentum had already slashed at Wang Ting, who was close at hand.

Once Zhuang Bufan forced Wang Ting to retreat this time, the next time he was on guard against Wang Ting's elusive assassination swordsmanship, there would be no hope of killing him again.

As soon as he thought of this, the powerful spiritual power in Wang Ting's mind burned at the same time, and under the realm of idealism, 100,000 energy nodes shone with dazzling brilliance at the same time!

"Only the sword, the sword of the ten directions will be destroyed!"

"Bang!"

The terrifying sword qi and edge suddenly erupted on the Ruosheng sword, as if tearing apart the void in front of him, and a circle of ripples spread on the sword edge, actually lining up Zhuang Bufan's sword momentum in one fell swoop, and the edge of Ruosheng's sword, with the shadow of death, pierced Zhuang Bufan's talisman true qi in one fell swoop.

"How is that possible!"

Looking at the Ruosheng Sword torn out of the sword momentum, Zhuang Bufan, a sword power mahayana, felt that his breathing was slightly suffocated.

"Stop!"

At the moment of life and death, Zhuang Bufan, a sword power Mahayana, fully burst out of his strength as a sword power Mahayana, and the moment when the true qi of the body protection and the Ruosheng sword were shocked, he actually captured the trajectory of the Ruosheng sword from this shock, and at the moment when the sword stabbed in front of him, he suddenly struck, and grabbed the edge of the Ruosheng sword in his hand, letting the blood in his palm fly, but the Ruosheng sword, which was only one millimeter away from his throat, could not advance half a point.

"Blocked!"

Looking at the Ruosheng Sword in his hand, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on Zhuang Bufan's face.

He never imagined that as a Sword Strength Mahayana person, one day, he would be forced to such an extent by a cultivator of the Sword Saint Realm.

But now, it should all be over.

However, just as he clenched Ruosheng's sword, disintegrated all the attacks of the royal court, and was about to start a Jedi counterattack, an indescribable fierceness suddenly burst out from Ruosheng's sword, straight into the divine soul, and in an instant, his spiritual world was torn apart in one fell swoop.

The pain of the spiritual world being torn apart made him no longer stop the force of Ruosheng's sword assassination, blood splashed, and Ruosheng's sword stabbed slightly with the force of inertia......

The next moment, the blade of the sword, already with a stain of red blood, pierced out of the back of his neck.

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