The colorful glow swirled, and in mid-air, the hundreds of long swords were immediately shocked, and in an instant, they reflected back to the man.

The man's face was light, and when the hundreds of long swords were reflected back, his sleeve robe waved again, and then Zhao Xiaoyi saw that countless long swords flying towards him actually disappeared out of thin air, as if they had never appeared at all.

"Colorful Earthquake Silk!" Just when the long sword was turned away by the man, Han Qingmeng's slender hand changed at this time, and the colorful glow that was originally rotating in front of him suddenly converged on his palm, and in the blink of an eye, a colorful brocade silk was held in her hand, and with a spin of her hand, the colorful brocade silk suddenly flew towards the man.

As soon as the colorful brocade appeared, Zhao Xiaoyi could clearly see that the man's unfazed eyes were suddenly filled with a solemn look that was difficult to conceal at this time, and it seemed that he didn't dare to despise this colorful brocade.

The colorful brocade silk is one meter wide and six or seven meters long, and with the stirring of the colorful brocade in mid-air, even this space is distorted, as if it is a piece of cloth stirring in the water.

The man's slender and white hand poked out of his sleeve robe, and as soon as he grasped it in the void, suddenly the energy of the surrounding heaven and earth converged towards it in the form of ripples visible to the naked eye, and when his five fingers were stretched out into a palm again, the palm of his hand was already shrouded in a layer of strange light.

One palm was raised, and then his palm slashed forward, and in an instant, a huge sword light of a thousand zhang fell from the sky, fiercely slashing towards the colorful brocade silk that Han Qingmeng stirred over.

The colorful brocade silk was only six or seven meters long, which was so small compared to the giant sword, but when the sword fell towards it, the colorful brocade suddenly burst out with a monstrous momentum, and a colorful light immediately shot out from the brocade silk, and went straight towards the sword.

Boom!

This sound shook the sky, although the dense forest was not affected by the energy storm, but the sound of Lang set off a violent sea again in the forest sea, Zhao Xiaoyi sat on the branch, his body staggered, and he almost fell from the big tree, but fortunately, he grasped it tightly, so he held it firmly on the big branch.

Above the sky, with the collision of the giant sword and the colorful Hongguang, under the interaction of the strong liliang, both of them burst apart, but the exploding vast storm only flashed for a moment, and then disappeared, because at the moment when the two collided, that space had collapsed, and all the storms were pulled into the cracks of the collapsed space.

A blow turned away the man's sword, Han Qingmeng did not stop there, with a wave of his hands, the colorful brocade silk rolled towards the man like a spiritual snake, this seems to be a soft and light brocade, but it contains palpitating fluctuations.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!" The man's face changed slightly gloomy, he held it with one hand, and suddenly countless sharp long swords flashed out of thin air above the sky, and the overwhelming cold swords were like a rain of stars, covering the entire sky, and there was no end in sight, and then, these countless long swords converged on the top of the man's head like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, a cold giant sword that shook the heavens and the earth was condensed and suspended above the man's head.

Without the slightest hesitation, after the long sword that was like a substance was condensed, the man waved one arm, and the long sword suddenly slashed towards the colorful brocade, and everywhere it passed, the space collapsed, and the void seemed to be cut in half.

Using swordsmanship to such an extent, it is indeed worthy of being the suzerain of the Sword Sect, the man's attainments in swordsmanship can be called a swordsmanship master, and he has reached the peak of the realm, he has never had a sword in his hand, but everything around him is a sword, a grass and a tree, a flower and a tree, it is a sword that kills people, and even in the air, there are countless cold swords.

The long sword slashed, Han Qingmeng did not slack off, the jade hand a handprint changed, and then I saw, the soft colorful brocade silk in mid-air suddenly straightened, and under the shroud of the colorful glow, the brocade silk actually became like a steel knife, and there was a whistling sound in the air, and the fierce greeted the sword.

The sound of the collision spread in the sky like Sanskrit sounds, wave after wave of endless, the two were intertwined in mid-air, and suddenly a fierce collision began, in the blink of an eye, the long sword and the colorful brocade had already touched each other hundreds of times, Zhao Xiaoyi only felt like tinnitus in his ears, buzzing, and the dazzling scene also made him unable to see clearly, but the surrounding collapsed space and the energy storm swept out, he could see clearly, all of this showed the extreme strength of the two.

Colorful brocade silk erupted with good combat power, every collision made the long sword retreat a little, so after several battles, the sword seemed to be unable to resist, in a collision with the colorful brocade silk, the long sword burst open.

The vast energy in the sky has just been sucked into the crack in the space, and the colorful brocade silk is flying towards the man, and the colorful brocade in mid-air is like a dragon swinging its tail, and the ayajiao suddenly slashed towards the man's throat, and the man flashed when he saw the situation, although this flash was to avoid the throat from the ayajiao, but the brocade was firmly pumped in his face, like a crisp slap.

The man's face was hot and red, and if he slapped it on someone else's face this time, his head would have exploded into a cloud of blood mist, but on the man's face, it only left a mark.

"Qingmeng, is it real!" The man who had never had too much fluctuation in his expression, his face finally turned cold at this time, this slap was not only on his face, but also in his heart, the sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect was slapped a lot, this kind of humiliation had obviously touched his bottom line.

"Heh, I've never been with you before!" Han Qingmeng sneered, and then raised his hand, and the colorful brocade silk fluttering in the air swept towards the man again.

The man's face was cold, and a cold color flashed in the depths of his pupils, and when the colorful brocade silk swept again, he didn't have any dodge, his right hand raised in the void, and then he grabbed the brocade silk in his hand.

Seeing this, Han Qingmeng's pretty face was cold, the jade hand was raised, and a beam of light suddenly shot towards the colorful brocade, and suddenly a crackling sound broke out on the colorful brocade, and the bursting force also made the man let go of his hand, and the colorful brocade was quickly taken back.

"Qingmeng, I didn't want to do anything to you, you forced me. The man said coldly, he sighed slightly, and then slowly raised his hands again.

A complex and mysterious handprint quickly condensed in the man's hand, and with the formation of his handprint, the sky suddenly began to change color, and the originally clear sky suddenly became dark clouds, and pieces of black clouds covered the sun, and the whole sky fell into a gloom.

"Blade Storm!" a loud shout roared out of the man's mouth.