I saw that among the eighteen long swords surrounding him, there were nine long swords under the pressure of the last thunderbolt, and the sword body produced subtle cracks.

The smooth and sharp sword body was like a mirror full of cracks, and it might not be able to withstand the power of the last thunderbolt at any time and shatter.

Li Mo, who had been staying far away, sensed the crack on the sword body with his perception far beyond that of a monk of the same realm, and knew that with this body protection sword decision, it was very likely that he would not be able to stop this last thunderbolt.

Although he was extremely anxious in his heart, he didn't dare to make any sound, let alone make any moves, for fear of disturbing Hua Chenyu and distracting him.

However, after Li Mo also discovered that after the last thunderbolt blasted open the protective shield condensed by the sword array, the power contained in the thunder had been consumed by a small half, and it was not as powerful as before.

Li Mo faced it, pouring all his spiritual power into the sword array, and Hua Chenyu Dao, who was still struggling to support the last thunderstorm.

"The power of the last thunderstorm has been offset by a small half, but the power contained in it is still not what you can bear now, whether you can survive the immortal tribulation, then it depends on how much power these eighteen long swords can offset for you."

In the valley, a thunderstorm with the thickness of a water tank was constantly bombarding the eighteen long swords surrounding Hua Chenyu, and one by one the electric snakes broke away from the thunderstorm, turning into countless streamers, and launched bombardment at the long sword again and again.

As time passed, more and more electric snakes were separated from the third thunderstorm, and the eighteen long sword was crumbling, and it was covered with cracks, and a trace of spiritual energy emanated from the cracks, and there was a possibility of collapse at any time.

The power contained in the last thunderstorm is gradually weakening as the electric snakes drill out.

Hua Chenyu, who was standing in the sword array, was surprisingly calm, he understood that the weaker the power of this last tribulation thunder, the greater the chance of his success in crossing the tribulation, and if he wanted to succeed in the tribulation, he had to consume the power of the tribulation thunder infinitely.

But he no longer had any other magic weapons in his hands, and the spiritual power in his body was also exhausted, so it was difficult to use other means.

After thinking for a moment, he turned his gaze back to the Body Protector Sword Array.

"How can I make the sword formation last longer?"

Hua Chenyu looked at it with a solemn expression, and Eighteen Bing surrounded him with layers of long swords, secretly thinking about how to deal with it in his heart.

Although there are eighteen bings of the long sword, there is only one bing, and the other seventeen bings of the long sword are all the sword shadows that the bingjian conjured up when he urged the sword array.

As for this only long sword, it was Hua Chenyu's sword, a second-order magic weapon, with this second-order magic weapon, forcibly splitting the first two tribulation thunders, and consuming half of the power of the last tribulation thunder, he was proud enough.

In fact, if he could have a third-order magic weapon in his hand, he could easily deal with the Immortal Tribulation. However, Hua Chenyu has no background at all, whether it is a magic weapon or an item such as a spirit stone elixir, he has to fight for it by himself.

The spirit stones needed to buy a third-order magic weapon were unbearable for a little monk like him who had no family support.

You must know that the second-order magic weapon that Hua Chenyu is currently using has been rewarded by his master, and apart from this Bing long sword, he has no other magic weapon in his hand.

In the cultivation world, it is not without reason that countless young monks want to worship under a Dan Practitioner, after all, compared to other monks, the Alchemist is definitely the most powerful family.

Take Li Mo as an example, there is a master of the Dan Practitioner, and the resources in his hands cannot compete with him, even if the other four great disciples are combined.

Alchemists are so short of resources.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound sounded.

As far as the eye could see, a long sword was overwhelmed, and it shattered at noon under the bombardment of electric snakes.

The moment the long sword shattered, a gap appeared in the unbreakable sword array, which then caused a chain reaction.

"Bang bang bang!"

After a series of explosions, the eighteen bings of the long sword that surrounded Hua Chenyu's body exploded and opened seventeen bing, leaving only the last of the long sword still struggling to support, but the sword body was already full of cracks, and there was a possibility of collapse at any time.

"Fifty percent!"

Li Mo, who was in the distance, felt the energy contained in this last thunderstorm, and spit out these two words in his mouth.

Hua Chenyu used his own sword as a guide, and the protective sword array he displayed forcibly consumed half of the power of the last thunderstorm.

The moment the Seventeen Bing Long Sword shattered, countless electric snakes returned to the last thunderbolt one after another, fusing with it to form a thick thunderbolt, this thunderbolt directly bypassed the last long sword and slashed towards Hua Chenyu.

The power contained in this thunderstorm can definitely easily kill Hua Chenyu, if he doesn't use other means, he will die under this thunder today.

Li Mo stood in the distance, clenched his fists, and finally did not choose to make a move.

It's not that he doesn't want to make a move, but once he makes a move, it will be tantamount to interfering with Hua Chenyu's tribulation, and then Tiandao will feel that both of them will be locked, and Tiandao will rain down thunder on both of them at the same time, and the power is far greater than now.

Just as the last thunderbolt was about to fall on him.

Hua Chenyu reacted quickly, and suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if there were two flames burning in his eyes, and the sea of consciousness that was depleted because of the exhaustion of spiritual power was gushing out of a stream of spiritual power at this time.

In the flash of lightning, he turned around, grabbed the hilt of the sword that was already full of cracks with his right hand, the light in his eyes was very cold, and the other hand gently stroked the sword body full of cracks, as if he was making a final goodbye.

Time seemed to stop at a quarter of an hour.

The power of the last thunderstorm has also slowed down indefinitely.

"Biquan, it's been so many years, thank you for your care, if you have a spirit, please help me one last time, right?"

'Biquan' is the name of this Bing long sword, this Bing sword was given by the master when Hua Chenyu was apprenticed, and he has experienced countless battles.

As Hua Chenyu's cultivation increased, the role that 'Biquan' could play became smaller and smaller, but Hua Chenyu never had any intention of abandoning him.

Because the magic weapon can be cultivated the day after tomorrow, after absorbing the essence of other treasures, it can be upgraded.

Hua Chenyu prepared to upgrade the grade of the Biquan Sword, so that it could always accompany him, for this reason, he deliberately saved a large amount of spirit stones and treasures.

However, at this moment, the internal lines of the "Biquan Sword" have all been destroyed, and the essence in the sword has been exhausted, almost no different from a piece of scrap iron, and there is no way to practice again.

As Hua Chenyu's left hand brushed over the sword body, the Biquan Sword, which should have been broken a long time ago, let out a sword roar, and the sword body trembled slightly, as if it was responding to him.

"Thank you, Biquan!"

Hua Chenyu said lightly, his tone was light, but anyone could hear the sadness revealed in those words......