In the secret place, it seemed that Fang Chen's move of raising his sword to break through the formation was noticed by everyone at the same time, and Gu Zheng and Shen Xiang almost immediately slashed out the sword qi that was even more powerful.

quite tacitly agreed to stop the remnants of the tomb owner and the tomb guard for the little junior brother.

The sword qi slashed across the wings, and the scarlet eyes of the tomb guard suddenly flashed with a bit of anger, this strange beast whose spiritual intelligence was not inferior to ordinary people in any way, obviously understood very well what it meant to him and his master that the formation was broken.

So, in the mausoleum, the yin qi in the sky suddenly surged, and the tomb guard roared and roared out a sound like a cow but even more harsh, and a cold light flashed on his claws, and he flapped his wings to kill Gu Zheng.

The beast's claws intersected with the sword weapon, and the large array of yin qi gave the tomb guard a surging energy, causing Gu Zheng to withdraw after volleying under this claw.

However, the meticulous sword qi around the sword body still tightly dragged the tomb guard.

Knowing that he couldn't get rid of Gu Zheng, the tomb guard's eyes swept past Fang Chen's figure raising his sword, and he couldn't help but wave his wings irritably and throw out more qi blades formed by Yin Qi.

The tomb guards the soles of their feet, although Shen Xiang can't suppress the remnant soul of the tomb owner, the incomparable lethality of Qingshan's sword qi still makes the tomb guards dare not retreat easily.

But unlike the tomb guard, this illusory black-robed figure had no worry in his dark eyes.

It didn't seem to care at all that Fang Chen made a move to break through the formation.

Shen Xiang, who was holding a sword against the enemy, was aware of the so-called Supreme Remnant Soul in front of him, which was known as the Broken Soul, and did not have the slightest emotional fluctuation in Fang Chen's actions.

Although he faintly felt that something was wrong in his heart, but now there was no other way to break the game, Shen Xiang looked at Fang Chen, who had been accumulating his strength for a long time and the sword body was about to fall, and could only pray in his heart that this little junior brother would bring surprises to everyone again.

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Before the coffin, relying on Shen Yuan to support Fang Chen, who was slowly standing upright, the moment he saw this coffin, he knew that his cultivation in the Five Realms was really difficult to kill everything in front of him.

Therefore, the boy chose to hold Shen Abyss high.

But it was not to accumulate strength as Shen Xiang thought, but to mobilize the wandering sword intent in Yuan Hai.

When he realized the sword on the Qingshan Sword Cliff, Fang Chen was in the cultivation of the Sword Yuan Jue, and unexpectedly left a wisp of sword intent that had not been absorbed by the body of the Sword Yuan.

Then, when Jianling inherited the sword, the pitch-black sword intent suddenly grew a little stronger after absorbing those wandering sword intents on the top of Jianling Mountain.

After the snow-white sword intent of the Heavenly Sword Immortal entered his body, it caused a change in the sea of dust and qi.

The solitary yin does not grow, and the solitary yang does not grow.

When the snow-white sword intent and the pitch-black sword intent met in Fang Chen's body, the sword intent left by the two peak sword immortals standing in different eras staggered into a yin and yang fish.

Then he began to absorb Fang Chen's sword yuan to strengthen the fish body.

Although he didn't know how powerful this wisp of sword intent was, in Fang Chen's opinion, the sword intent left over from that Shen Yuan Old Sword Immortal thousands of years ago was no matter how strong it was compared to this so-called Soul Breaking Venerable.

The Fang Sword Dao Yuan Sea in his abdomen was slowly agitated under the traction of Fang Chen's mind, and the wisp of pitch-black sword intent like a swimming fish seemed to sense the young man's situation at this time, and it actually trembled slightly and condensed into a sword shape.

Then he swept away all the sword elements in Fang Chen's Yuan Sea like a whirlwind and clouds, but it was not enough, that wisp of sword intent seemed to feel that the sword elements in the four realms were far from enough to make it powerful.

As a result, the pitch-black sword intent continued to sweep through the Fang Chen's meridians, plundering all the sword elements in the young man's meridians like a whale devouring them.

Because the sword yuan was dissipated from his body, Fang Chen, who was holding the sword, only felt that his body was weak, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly.

As a result, the remnant soul of the tomb master standing in the extreme distance finally showed his first expression.

Disdain, as well as contempt.

But then, it turned to solemnity, surprise, and disbelief.

After Liu Pei's death, the body that fell to the ground did not take half a breath, just like Lu Renjia at the beginning, the flesh and blood melted, and the white bones turned into ashes.

And where no one could see it, the blood turned into dots of red light and drifted towards the coffin.

So around the coffin, the blood and qi mixed with the yin qi condensed into a circle of illusory light curtains.

According to the confidence of the remnant soul of the tomb master, or the temptation of Gu Zheng's first sword, the light curtain of the guardian spirit coffin formed by the convergence of this square formation could not be broken with a single blow from the martial cultivators of the mountain peak realm.

This is also the reason why the remnant soul of the tomb master doesn't care about Fang Chen's sword at all, everyone in the secret place here now, except for Gu Zheng, no one has this ability.

Even if everyone who is still sleeping in the Flower Fantasy Realm on the other side wakes up, it will not work together.

But it's a pity that the boy who held Shen Yuan was an accident.

That wisp of pitch-black sword intent that absorbed all the sword elements in Fang Chen's body, as it swam along the meridians behind the Shen Yuan Sword, suddenly let out a clear sword roar.

Jian Yuan is not enough.

So above the high abyss, an inexplicable suction force suddenly emanated, and that wisp of sword intent stood high, causing no aura to resist under this suction.

In the secret place, almost instantly, no less than half of the spiritual energy mixed with the yin qi gathered around the abyss.

Along with the sword, it fell.

Fang Chen, who was holding the sword, felt for the first time that the sword weapon in his hand was so heavy and so wanton.

The sword qi poured on the light curtain like a river, like a dragon wall of wind and snow.

The old sword immortal came to the world again with the abyss.

That layer of light curtain that should have been unbreakable in the eyes of the remnant soul of the tomb master, under such a sword intent and sword aura, it only lasted less than a breath.

The light curtain shattered and dispersed.

The sword intent of the Shen Yuan Sword Immortal for thousands of years was so high that in an instant, the sword scattered the spirit coffin into ashes, and the sword qi swept towards the body of the tomb master.

This so-called Venerable corpse, dense sword marks appeared on the body almost instantly.

Pitch-black blood slowly leached out along the black robe.

"No, bastard, I'm going to crush your bones and scatter ashes!"

The change in the complexion of the sword fall and the remnant soul of the tomb master was only for a moment, and when the sword qi on the bridge dissipated, an angry burst of anger came out immediately.

With the shattering of the formation, the yin qi in the secret place began to dissipate, the red flowers on the other side began to decline, and the momentum of the remnant soul of the tomb master and the tomb guard also began to decline.

Sensing that such an accident had happened, the illusory eyes of the remnant soul of the tomb owner were filled with monstrous anger, and after forcing Shen Xiang back with another palm, he turned around and swept towards Shen Ji and the others who had just woken up.

Two palms in succession.

The decline of the flowers on the other side and the illusion realm were suddenly shattered, but the four people whose minds had been silent in the illusory space for too long, Shen Ji and Lu Ren, who had a slightly lower realm, had obviously recovered more slowly.

Therefore, the two palms of the remnant soul of the tomb master were aimed at them.

It was originally the Seven Realms martial cultivator of the Golden Ring Dart Bureau in front of Shen Ji, Lu Renbin saw Wu Yuan wrapped around this palm, and he actually gritted his teeth and pulled Shen Ji away, crossed his arms in front of him, and took this palm for her.

At the same time, Liu Cang, who was originally sitting cross-legged on the ground, almost at the moment when the palm print approached, the corners of his eyes trembled unnaturally, and his legs flashed away from Lu Ren's side.

Under the remnant soul of the tomb master, who was on the top of the half-step mountain, Lu Ren had no time to resist at all and was slapped into a cloud of blood mist, even if Lu Renbin resisted with all his strength in the Seven Realms cultivation, he was still directly shattered by this palm, and the palm print pierced his chest, pulling out a bright red trace on the pale ashes all over the ground.

Bloody.

"It's been a person, Renbin!"

Shen Xiang, who also had several wounds on his body, saw such a miserable scene after stopping his retreat.

After coming down from Qingshan, it took more than ten years to establish a family business such as the Golden Ring Dart Bureau, and he had already regarded the people in the Dart Bureau as real brothers, so the sword of Qingshan finally regained the ruthlessness of the year.

In mid-air, after the tomb guard was no longer converging beside him, there was no longer the conceit and arrogance at the beginning, and the pair of pitch-black wings and the sword weapon collided again and again, and they actually began to fall into the downwind.

Losing the blessing of the formation and fighting with the realm, Qingshan Sword Cultivation will not lose any enemy.

Therefore, Gu Zheng no longer suppressed the sword element in his body, and a faint fire began to burn on that sword weapon.

One of the Eight Great Sects of the Sword Sect Qingshan, the mountain has a vast number of sword techniques that the world can't imagine, and as a sect elder of a peak, Gu Zheng is also one of the sword cultivators who browse these sword scriptures the most.

The more you see, the more you will naturally see.

Therefore, Gu Zheng, who shot with all his might, slashed out a hundred swords one after another in almost a few breaths, and the swords were all different.

The one who had been in the mausoleum since the Five Realms lacked combat experience, and how could he have ever seen such a battle, without the unparalleled defensive power given by the Yin Qi, it would be difficult to receive the sword.

So the rain of blood mixed with the black feathers fell together, and the tomb guards were guarded.

Under the rain of blood, the remnant soul of the tomb owner smiled even more coldly when he saw this, Lu Ren and Lu Renbin's flesh and blood mist were absorbed into his body between his breath and breath, and even the blood rain falling from the tomb guard also converged into his illusory body.

The fishy wind suddenly rose.

Shen Xiang, who was standing a few feet away from the remnant soul of the tomb owner, was very silent after the death of Lu Renji and Lu Renbin.

The comfortable life of the Golden Ring Dart Bureau over the years has made this man who has been cut off from the path of martial arts have faintly forgotten how to hold a sword and make a sword.

He was once a famous Tianjiao in Humble Peak and even Qingshan.

So, when Shen Xiang exhaled lightly and raised his head again, he grasped the other sword at his waist.

The sword he hadn't drawn since he went down the green mountain.

Step out.

The sword flashed.

Illuminate the entire mausoleum.

Relying on blood and qi, the remnant soul of the tomb master, whose realm was already about to completely cross the threshold and enter the top of the mountain, sensed a little uneasiness when Shen Xiang took out his sword.

But the self-confidence given by the realm before life still made the illusory figure stand in place and move slightly, continuing to absorb the blood rain in the sky.

Then it was impossible to move.

Shen Xiang, one of the few sons of the Humble Peak who broke into a shocking reputation more than ten years ago, this sword is too fast, and the killing power is too great.

Almost instantaneously when the light lit up and then dimmed, the remnant soul of the tomb owner shattered and dissipated.

Shen Xiang, who was standing with his sword, his clothes had not yet fallen because of the rapid lifting just now, but his eyes were already full of memories and remembrance.

Shen Xiang looked down at the sword at his waist.

He muttered in a hoarse voice.

"I once slashed half with a sword.

Today, the sword will be on the top of the mountain. ”

The black feathers were still falling, but there was silence on the pale bone-powdered ground, except for the gray sand that had not yet fallen.

Fang Chen, who had long been exhausted, leaned on the bluestone steps of the Nai He Bridge, and the wine bottle he picked up froze in mid-air, dumbfounded.

That's it.

The sword of Aoyama.

The sword immortal of Aoyama.