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At this moment, the sky above the central area of the square was completely occupied by a huge and incomparable ice sword phantom. Across the void, inside the void, countless incomparably small ice blades constantly collided and squeezed, and a stream of awe-inspiring edges was born, blending into the void, exuding a momentum that was almost like slashing the entire heaven and earth.

"Xuanyin Ten Thousand Swords" and "Ten Thousand Swords Punish Immortals"

Zhao Yang's voice was extremely rampant, and it also carried infinite murderous aura, looking at the ruthless look on his face at the moment, there was no doubt that he would definitely kill Wu Qi as long as he had the opportunity. In his opinion, it was not a big deal for a true disciple to kill a high-ranking disciple.

He was still immersed in the benefits he got after killing Wu Qi, it didn't matter what he did in the first place, even if Wu Qi clarified that he had nothing to do with Senior Sister Song Xue at this time, Zhao Yang would not stop. Wu Qi knew this, so he didn't mean to do so, although he didn't expect that this Senior Brother Zhao Yang of the Xuanyin Hall would be so difficult to deal with.

It's just the first time they met, and Wu Qi knew that this fight would definitely not be as easy as the time between him and the boy in shroud before. Indeed, as Zhao Yang said, Wu Qi's big corpse demon hand is just a small success, and he can defeat the true disciple of the longevity boy, but it is only because of the restraint of the corpse demon hand on the corpse refining monk, for Zhao Yang, a strong sword cultivator, it is not easy to defeat.

But even if he knew that it was difficult, Wu Qi had no intention of stopping, and he couldn't help but stop at this time.

Facing the Ice Sword Phantom that was wrapped in incomparably terrifying power, Wu Qi only sneered and didn't pay any attention to it. The figure suddenly took a step forward, and disappeared in an instant, and with just one moment, the terrifying ice sword phantom fell into the air. Without waiting for Zhao Yang's face to show a look of surprise, the void in front of him was extremely abrupt, Wu Qi's figure flashed, and he smiled at Zhao Yang.

"Boom" punched straight out. The sound of an explosion exploded, and Zhao Yang only felt that the air in front of him was smashed by Wu Qi's punch, and the incomparably sharp fist wind overflowed. It hasn't hit him yet, but it has already consumed several layers of the dense essence and innocence on his body.

"Hmph, looking for death" "Sneer"

Unexpectedly, in the face of the strange appearance of Wu Qi. Zhao Yang didn't have the slightest intention of dodging. Instead, he sneered, and he didn't see any movement, and from him, countless sharp edges stabbed out, and he turned into a "hedgehog" in an instant. As long as Wu Qi's fist smashed up, he would definitely be injured by these terrifying sword qi before it landed on Zhao Yang.

It was really a force to eliminate ten thousand methods, Zhao Yang cultivated the Xuanyin Ten Thousand Sword Technique to a high and profound realm, and when facing the enemy, he did not use any other means, just relying on this endless cold sword qi, he was invincible.

No matter how weird or fast Wu Qi's movements were, they couldn't be faster than the thought of a god-transforming monk, and he was in his senses. The cold sword qi that poured out of Zhao Yang's body was amazingly powerful. Although his Netherworld Body was also strong, it was not to the point where he could freely compete with the power of the sword qi that the Divine Transformation Cultivator had cultivated for a long time.

A hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and Wu Qi's body twisted, and he was about to disappear and retreat again. But this time Zhao Yang disagreed, and a handsome face with evil charm smiled fiercely, and fiercely pointed into a sword. A terrifying True Yuan erupted in his body and slashed towards Wu Qi, who was about to retreat.

The "hum" void suddenly shook violently. Countless icy cold sword qi roared out, and in an instant, another icy giant sword was condensed. Kill Wu Qi.

This time it was extremely abrupt, it was Wu Qi's magical power shuttling through the void, and it was difficult to avoid it at this moment.

"Bang" was slashed, and at that moment, Wu Qi couldn't avoid it at all, and the speed of the sword qi was faster than his movements. Wu Qi's body only entered half of the void, but the remaining half was completely exposed to the countless cold sword qi, without any cover, and he was taken seriously.

The next moment, in another void, Wu Qi's figure staggered out. Half of the body was unharmed, but the other half of the body showed a miserable scene. The black clothes have long been broken, the skin and flesh are all blurred, and the blood is spilling white bones, which is really terrifying. Moreover, on top of his bloody wounds, one after another cold sword qi was still sneering, trying to continue to destroy Wu Qi's body.

"Hmph" I don't know if it's pain or what, Wu Qi snorted coldly, and from his body, a cloud of ghost light suddenly poured out, wrapping those residual sword qi along with half of Wu Qi's body, but in a moment, the ghost light was quiet, obviously the sword qi inside was extinguished by the ghost light.

The figure was staggered, his brows had been tightly wrinkled into a Sichuan character, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes. I don't know when he has not been injured, although he has always had a sense of crisis in this Heavenly Demon Sect, but he is confident that he is enough to deal with it with his own wisdom and strength, which makes Wu Qi almost let go of his vigilance. Zhao Yang immediately woke up Wu Qi this time.

With one successful blow, Zhao Yang's already rampant expression became even more unscrupulous, he could almost see that he would personally kill Wu Qi in front of Song Xue, an ugly ghost who dared to challenge his majesty, and then robbed Wu Qi of everything, if he could, he even wanted to use force on Song Xue directly, but he knew very well that Song Xue was also a god cultivator, and it was almost impossible to make strong means.

Xu is thought that he would be able to kill Wu Qi after a while, Zhao Yang's evil face was full of excited expressions, sensing the change in the aura on his body, and the countless ice blades in the huge ice sword phantom above his head collided even more powerfully.

Zhao Yang's true disciples did not come out of thin air, they also fought all the way, and stood out from hundreds of thousands of disciples to have today's cultivation and status, and they are extremely experienced in fighting, where would they not know the way to take advantage of your illness to kill you. He struck again, but the momentum was even more terrifying than before.

"Hum" Zhao Yang's palm stretched out, and suddenly the light flashed, and a long sword appeared in his palm in an instant. This long sword is crystal clear all over, with a wide handle and a long edge, the sword body is more than three feet, exuding infinite treasure light, and the edge on it is even more terrifying.

"Dao Weapon" "Xuanjing Sword"

As soon as this long sword came out, Song Xue, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, immediately changed his face, and immediately opened his mouth to remind Wu Qi.

When Zhao Yang heard Song Xue reminding Wu Qi, his eyes immediately flashed with a vulture light, and at this time, he seemed to be aware of it, and turned his head to look into the distance. Somewhere seemed to be disturbed by the movement here, several rays of light escaped and came towards here.

Wu Qi can be killed immediately. Zhao Yang naturally didn't want others to disturb her, especially Song Xue, and couldn't give her a chance to interfere. As soon as the terrifying long sword of the Dao weapon level in his hand came out, Zhao Yang immediately shot with all his might. The true yuan in his body poured into the Xuanjing Sword in his hand without reservation, and he drank loudly in his mouth.

"No one can save you today, let me die!"

Zhao Yang made a full effort, and suddenly the sky above this cold jade square was completely covered by an infinite cold sword qi, and the ice sword phantom that pierced through the sky above his head slashed out with the Dao weapon-level long sword in Zhao Yang's hand. It suddenly moved, collapsed at any time, and condensed on the Dao weapon-level long sword in an instant.

"Whew" appeared, and high in the sky, a long sword that was almost materialized appeared. It was a terrifying giant sword condensed with infinite sword qi, and the crystal light flickered on it, just like a Xuanjing sword that had been magnified countless times.

The greatsword slashed at me. The whole space was trembling wildly. It's like it's going to crash at any moment. Before Wu Qi could move, he felt the surrounding void tighten, and the infinite squeezing force surged over, imprisoning Wu Qi in place and not moving. This retribution came quickly, a Dao weapon with the Xuanao Sword Technique, and the True Yuan that Zhao Yang had cultivated in his body for many years. The power that erupted at once was even greater than the ancient supernatural power that Wu Qi had unleashed.

With this sword, the smile on Zhao Yang's face completely came out. He was almost certain that Wu Qi had no chance or means to resist. Shoot with all your might. With the power of a sword, Zhao Yang could even be sure that even other god-transforming cultivators had no possibility of dodging, so they could only resist hard.

Other god-transforming cultivators may have some means to carry it down, but Wu Qi, a Yuanying peak monk, only needs to be touched by this giant sword, and his whole body will be shattered. No one could save him at this time, even Song Xue, who was close to him, couldn't break his Xuanjing Sword and save Wu Qi in an instant.

"Hmph, waste is waste, and if you are lucky enough to get the ancient supernatural powers, it is still a waste. As a "winner", Zhao Yang was unceremonious in his heart, and directly gave Wu abandonment.

As soon as he finished his comment, in the void over there, Wu Qi, who had not moved, seemed to be "frightened" by the power of the giant sword, suddenly moved at this time, raised his head, and showed an inexplicable smile at the area where Zhao Yang was. For some reason, Zhao Yang saw that Wu Qi could still laugh at this time, and a bad premonition immediately welled up in his heart, but before his premonition came out completely, Wu Qi fully showed the answer.

"Dao tools, I have them too"

Spit out a sentence slightly, Wu Qi's body Zhenyuan burst out violently, there was a chaotic sound of "popping", Wu Qi's palm was raised violently, breaking the power of the surrounding confinement, and waved it into the air, and suddenly saw the light on Wu Qi's fingers flashing, as if something was released.

In the air, the giant sword that was being slashed down with terrifying power suddenly appeared in its path, and a ball of light flashed, and something appeared.

This thing turned out to be a black coffin, which was not big at first, but as soon as it came out, it quickly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, a huge coffin appeared in the air. "Huh" The coffin lid automatically flew up, and the infinite black qi inside overflowed, and the rotten and foul-smelling corpse qi diffused, enveloping all the cold sword qi.

"A Thousand Coffins"

Many of the people present obviously knew the proud treasure of this shroud boy, and as soon as Wu Qi threw it out, someone recognized it.

There was a loud bang, and the giant sword and the thousand corpse coffins thrown out by Wu Qi collided together under everyone's gaze. As a result, the black coffin was stunned in an instant, turned into a black streamer, and flew back to Wu Qi's hand in an instant. And the giant sword, but it didn't even change its direction, and it still slashed down towards Wu Qi.

However, at this time, the power on this giant sword has been lost by seven or eight, not only the power of the spatial confinement has disappeared, but even the treasure light belonging to the Dao weapon has dimmed a lot.

Both of them are Dao weapons, but after all, the Xuanjing Sword is Zhao Yang's personal weapon, which has been cultivated for many years, and it is also a sword cultivator, and its power is inherently stronger than that of non-combat Dao weapons such as the Thousand Corpse Coffin. And the Xuanjing Sword has been accumulating for a long time, and the thousand corpse coffins were sent out in a hurry, and they were immediately defeated and retreated against the enemy. But even so, the Thousand Corpse Coffin also wiped out most of the terrifying power on the Xuanjing Sword.

And Wu Qi's purpose in throwing out the thousand corpse coffin was not only to block the Xuanjing sword, after the thousand corpse coffin turned into a black streamer and returned to Wu Qi's palm, he didn't even look at it, his palm wiped on the black coffin, and then threw it into the air again.

Suddenly, I saw the coffin of the thousand corpses fly up again, the lid of the coffin disappeared, and a large area of black gas gushed out inside, covering a large area in an instant, almost covering half of the Hanyu Square.

In the pitch-black corpse atmosphere, suddenly, a cloud of black shadows was vaguely revealed, and the shadows were all humanoid, silent, but extremely clear in the eyes of everyone. This scene was extremely weird, the black corpse qi covered an area as large as half of the Cold Jade Square, and in it, there were more than a thousand black shadows standing at this moment, and then everyone felt that the atmosphere of this Cold Jade Square had changed, and it was completely occupied by endless cold and dead air.

"Is it .......?"

A thought arose in everyone's hearts, and their eyes fell on the source of the corpse qi, the corpse refining treasure that originally belonged to the Corpse Demon Palace, the thousand corpse coffin.

Everyone is like this, and Zhao Yang is even more so, he suddenly remembered at this time that this ugly ghost in front of him who didn't know the height of the sky and the height of the earth, but not long ago, he snatched a Taoist weapon from another true disciple, Shouyi Boy, a thousand corpse coffins. And in these thousand corpse coffins, there are more than 1,000 shroud boys who have been refining corpses for many years.

"Hahaha......... If you release these refining corpses from the beginning and form a large array, I will still be jealous of you. It's a pity that at this time, it was too late to remember the thousand corpse coffins of the little cub who sacrificed the shroud. ”

In the face of the more than a thousand refining corpses that appeared in the air, Zhao Yang was not afraid at all, and the Xuanjing Sword in his hand was handed out again, only to see that the giant sword phantom appeared again, and countless cold sword qi gushed out, spanning the void, as if he was about to cut down again, killing Wu Qi and the thousand zombies.

But in the next moment, someone made a move, but it was not Zhao Yang, but Wu Qi.

With a cold face, he didn't say a word, but the murderous aura in his eyes was incomparably real, constantly overflowing. The right hand, which was completely wrapped in the ancient corpse qi, suddenly raised and faced the air, not in the direction of Zhao Yang, but the location of the thousand refining corpses above his head.

Two more arrived!(To be continued.) )