The sharp aura of the anti-god stabbing sword style definitely passed through the eleven people, but the sword pills of nine of them were not penetrated.

Coincidentally, the person who was pierced by the sharp breath of the sword pill was the existence of the three sword pill five grades.

Ye San's stab not only frightened the remaining nine sword pill powerhouses, but also shocked everyone on the Sword Trial Peak.

In their eyes at this moment, Ye San is like a god of death from hell, and the red sword is like a scythe that will harvest souls at any time, which is terrifying.

Ye San looked down on the nine people like a god inspecting the world. Walking towards the remaining nine Sword Pill powerhouses as if they were on the ground.

After the shield was shattered, the rain fell from top to bottom, hitting Ye San's body, and sliding down the Hongyan Sword. A strand of jet-black hair hung down the sideburns, and the waterline dripped down the strands.

He didn't waste the innate true qi in his body to block the rain, nor did he let the Simao activation shield isolate.

Cold star-like eyes glanced lightly at the remaining nine, and a throbbing from the soul rose in their hearts.

"I ......"

One of the young men of the Sword Pill was about to admit defeat, but when he saw the eleven psychic swords returning from behind Ye San, a glimmer of dawn rose again in their hearts.

The nine people were already seriously injured, and they had lost the courage to shoot except for jumping and running, and in addition to relying on the psychic sword.

The nine of them instantly stayed away from Ye San as if they had agreed, quietly waiting for the final result.

"Humph!"

Ye San snorted lightly, raised his right hand slightly, a faint silver light surged on his skin, and the rain around him gathered towards his palm as if he was attracted.

"Ice Turns Bone Palm!"

The energy transmitted by Simao merged with the power of his palm, and a huge and transparent palm slapped towards the nine people.

"Woohoo ......"

The nine of them were instantly frozen and fell towards the sword test platform.

Ye San seemed to have eyes on his back, and his coquettish left twist and right twisted, dodging the sword of the psychic sword behind him.

"Click!"

Nine people fell from the sky and slammed into the sword testing platform, and the ice exploded instantly.

The nine golden sword pills came out of the broken flesh, echoing with the psychic swords in the air, and there was actually a tendency to strike together.

Ye San frowned slightly, the sword pill was weak and the psychic sword was strong, so naturally he had to avoid the strong and weak, and collect the sword pill first.

He sank down at great speed, and as soon as he encountered the sword pill, his right hand moved slightly, and the nine sword pills that floated in the air disappeared in an instant.

However, the psychic sword that flew from the sword did not mean to stop for half a minute, nine of the eleven swords emitted a clanging sword sound, and then the remaining three swords also underwent the same change.

The sword swelled in an instant, and even the void had the meaning of being penetrated.

Ye San dodged in the air like a phantom, and his speed became faster and faster.

The speed of the eleven psychic swords also increased extremely quickly, and the pressure on him was not inferior to that of the eleven sword pill powerhouses, and even exceeded.

"Oh no! this is the Spirit Sword Martyr. ”

Sanmu looked at Ye San and the eleven psychic swords that had turned into phantoms in the air, and his face was ugly.

The handsome man glanced at the broken bodies of the eleven Sword Pill Realm disciples on the sword testing platform, his lips moved slightly, and a voice sounded in Ye San's ears.

"Boy, this is the Spirit Sword Martyr, you can only block it, you can't dodge, block their attacks, and before long, they will destroy themselves instead of rusting themselves. ”

Ye San dodged the psychic sword that flew from all directions, and his brain spun extremely fast.

He had one hand, and two Yin Stones appeared.

Ye San dodged several flying attacks, and with a Yin Stone Ball in one hand, the whole person spun up at great speed.

"Ding, Ding, Ding, Bell......"

Like a tornado, he began to take the initiative to chase after the eleven psychic swords, and the yin stone balls in his hands were like iron hammers, constantly beating the swords that passed through.

It's a duel of quality and quality, it's a duel of hardness, it's a duel of materials.

The Yin Stone Ball and the eleven psychic swords collided constantly.

The sparks continued to splash in the air, and the eleven psychic swords were like dead, constantly attacking.

Time walked slowly.

"Click!"

A psychic sword covered in imprints fell from mid-air, then slowly disintegrated and annihilated.

"Click! Click......"

With the first, there is the second, the third, and the fourth...... Eleventh shank.

The eleven psychic swords all ended up losing to the two Yin Stones, and their quality was not up to par.

The rain frantically fell on the Sword Peak.

"Groan! ......"

The black and white swords behind the handsome man were automatically unsheathed, and they kept screaming, as if they were seeing off their friends.

Then came the three pastes, the first seat of each peak, and the sword behind them flew out and echoed.

Next, the swords ranging from one star to nine stars behind the disciples all flew out as if they had spirituality, and hundreds of swords kept wailing.

Ye San was suspended in mid-air and looked at the spectacular scene below, and a trace of astringency rose in his heart.

Although the owner of the sword is a waste, these psychic swords are extremely strong, and none of them chose to rust and self-seal, and all chose to self-destruct.

Ye San took back the Yin Stone Ball, and the Hongyan Sword was taken out by him and held it.

"Buzz!"

The Red Face Sword suddenly swelled with red light, and automatically flew away from the scabbard.

"Groan!"

A high-pitched sword roar overwhelmed the many swords below, and a breath of solitude and dignity pressed down.

Hundreds of star-rated swords below suddenly fell to the ground, leaving only the sword of the first peak and the handsome man's black and white sword contending.

"Groan!"

An even more high-pitched sword roar came out from the Hongyan Sword, and most of the psychic swords below automatically returned to their scabbards, leaving only the black and white swords of the handsome man.

"Buzz!"

The handsome man's black and white double swords flashed, and he wanted to rise to the sky and compete with the red-faced sword.

"Okay! Bai Mei and Mo Yan, you are all seniors, what are you angry with a young man from a family. ”

As soon as the handsome man's voice came out, the black and white swords buzzed and returned to their scabbards.

The red-faced sword beside Ye San was like winning a battle, and he proudly circled around Ye San a few times, and then automatically returned to the scabbard.

"What the hell is this?

Ye San landed from mid-air with the Hongyan Sword in his arms.

"Hey!"

Sanmu sighed slightly, glanced at the twelve disciples of the Sword Pill realm who had died, looked at Ye San again, and disappeared without saying anything.

The first seat of the other peaks, except for one of them, waved his hand to collect the scattered items of the twelve sword pill disciples before leaving, most of them dispersed after the three pastes left.

The disciples also retrieved their swords, whispered something in groups, summoned their mounts and flew away.

Only the handsome man walked over to Ye San and said, "Boy, you are very good." ”

Ye San looked at the handsome man, and felt an urge to take out the laser cannon and give it to him, but it was just an impulse, and he didn't take action.

"The gems have all been given to you, and I'm looking forward to tomorrow's challenge. ”

After the handsome man finished speaking, he disappeared like a phantom.

No one cares about a broken shroud, because it will turn on automatically over time.

No one bothered to pay attention to the twelve Sword Pill disciples who had died, maybe they would be worthless if they died!

The rain poured down from above, and the whole world was being cleaned.

Ye San squinted his eyes and glanced up at the rain curtain, and slowly walked over and put the twelve broken corpses into the storage ring given by the handsome man.

"Hey!"

He sighed softly and said to himself: "You are just other people's chess pieces, for the sake of the spiritual sword's fierce self-destruction, in the future, I will find you a feng shui treasure to settle down!"