The light was so dazzling, like the sun, that Fang Ze and the others, who were obviously masters of half-step methods, couldn't help but block them with their hands and took half a step back.

And after the white light shone, the two appeared in the main hall at the same time.

When Hong Tiandu saw one of the comers, he couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Chengyang Dao Chief." ”

Fang Ze also saw the person who came clearly.

One of the people who came was none other than Cheng Yang.

However, Cheng Yang's face was solemn at this time, he was holding a sword in his left hand, this sword was very simple, and he couldn't see too much decoration, the long sword was cyan, and the sword body looked very sharp.

At this time, Cheng Yang held the sword in his hand and suddenly slashed horizontally in front of him.

He was accompanied by a man dressed in a dark robe, embroidered with a circle of red, as if a black sun was on top of the robe, and among the sun was a blood-colored golden crow-like firebird, whose hair, eyebrows, and eyes were dark red, as if the man had been soaked in blood before standing up.

This person's nose is a big hooked nose, the eye sockets are deep-set, the facial features are three-dimensional, the eyes are dark red, and the eye sockets are deeply sunken, as if those two places are two whirlpools, and if you look at his eyes carefully, there will be some dizziness.

At this time, Chengyang Dao Chang swung out the cyan sword in his hand, and in an instant after swinging, thousands of cyan swords appeared around the black-robed man, each sword seemed to be real, forming a sword qi vortex, surrounding the black-robed red-haired man in it, as if to turn him into pieces.

However, the red-haired man did not change his face.

He slapped his hands to the sides, and suddenly with him as the center, a blood-like true qi appeared out of thin air, this true qi was like silk, like a red satin stretched out, surrounding this person, and at the same time, the red temperament wrapped all the cyan sword shadows that unfolded around it.

The cyan sword was dyed with a layer of red, and it dissipated a lot as if it had been corroded, but there was still a lot of cyan, and the sword still maintained its true color and slashed at this person.

However, after the sword was slashed, it was corroded by the blood and qi around the red-haired man.

The two exchanged a move when they met, even if it was a small-scale shot, the force attracted by it was highly condensed, and any move, if it fell on a normal Heavenly and Human Realm martial artist, it would cost people's lives.

Zhao Jue, who was still very calm and like watching a play, couldn't help but change his face after seeing the two of them.

"Chengyang Lao Dao, and Han Ye! Han Ye, you still dare to return to Tianzhou. Zhao Jue couldn't help but hold the hilt of the sword beside him in his hand, and said.

"What am I afraid of? At the beginning, you deceived more and less, but I was not convinced. The man with dark red hair and eyeholes said coldly.

At this moment, he saw a flash of Chengyang Dao's figure, and he actually appeared directly next to the crystal coffin in this space.

Cheng Yang pressed one hand on the crystal coffin, and suddenly the crystal coffin opened all around, and the small coffin inside was exposed, even if it was a small coffin, it was much larger than the coffin of ordinary people.

The crystal coffin unfolded again, and the white-armored man lying in the crystal coffin had a white orb like a night pearl in his lower abdomen.

It was not obvious in the coffin just now, but after the coffin was opened, the orb suddenly emitted a milky white light.

Cheng Yang just wanted to get this orb, but saw Zhao Jue draw his sword and stab at Cheng Yang.

Zhao Jue pulled out the yellow sword, and at the moment the sword was released, the heavens and the earth seemed to shake, and it seemed that the center of the entire space had shifted, and that center was the sword in his hand.

With this sword as the center, it defines up and down, left and right, in all directions, and the center of everything is the sword in his hand.

"Xuanhuang Sword!" On Fang Ze's side, Hong Tian couldn't help but lose his voice.

When he said this, his body was a little tilted by the space redefined by the Xuanhuang Sword.

Fang Ze also felt that he was unconsciously moving towards the Xuanhuang in Zhao Jue's hand, as if he should be the point where he gathered in all directions.

As soon as the sword came out, he didn't even have to take the initiative to attack, his enemies and opponents seemed to be about to crash into it automatically.

Fang Ze's heart moved slightly.

He had long heard of the divine weapons mastered by the Zhao clan of the imperial family, and the Zhao clan of the imperial clan, together with the divine soldiers and quasi-divine soldiers, had a total of four pieces: including the Tiangang Sword, the Jiangshan Sheji Diagram, the Xuanhuang Sword, and the Broken Yu Knife.

Legend has it that the Zhao clan once had more than these few divine weapons, but they could be made up of the universe and the eight characters of heaven and earth Xuanhuang, but two pieces were lost later.

The sky is the Tiangang sword, the earth is the Tiangang Society, Xuanhuang is this Xuanhuang sword, this sword is a real divine weapon, and it is a divine weapon that has been inherited by the Zhao family for thousands of years, and it is extremely powerful.

Fang Ze had only heard that he hadn't really seen it yet, but now when he saw Zhao Jue draw his sword, he found that this divine weapon really lived up to its reputation, especially in the hands of a master of law, it was even more terrifying, even if the person Zhao Jue was attacking was a Chengyang Dao person, the aftermath alone also made Fang Ze feel some chills on his skin.

The peculiarity of the Xuanhuang Sword is that it can be slashed out with a sword, which can redefine all directions of this space as if it had collapsed the entire space, and the gravity or other laws in the original space no longer seem to be in effect, and it is completely in the hands of Zhao Jue.

As soon as he took out this sword, in an instant, the square space that was originally flat was no longer the same as before, and all the people leaned towards the direction where Zhao Jue was, and couldn't help but walk towards that direction, sliding to that side, as if attracted by a black hole.

Fang Ze also needed to rely on the power of the sky to resist in order to slow down the attraction to the Xuanhuang Sword, and the Chengyang Dao people, who were the main targets of the Xuanhuang Sword, couldn't help but deviate in that direction even if they were high-level people.

Although Chengyang Daoist was guided by the sword momentum, he was not flustered, he waved his hand, and the fingers of his right hand swept the white bead in the lower abdomen on the remains of the god of heaven.

With such a sweep, the white bead turned into a white light, and it was swept directly towards Fang Ze's direction.

Fang Zetong's hole enlarged slightly, his reaction speed was extremely fast, although the speed of the streamer turned into the white bead was dizzying, but it still made him reach out and take it steadily.

The moment he received this bead, Fang Ze's body suddenly shook, he felt that the black mark on his chest was like a lost person on the sea who had been hungry for an unknown amount of time, and suddenly saw a full meal, frantically absorbing the white bead in his hand, and absorbing a lot of powerful energy from the white bead.

Fang Ze also felt the difference between this white bead, this white bead seemed to be a substance, but in fact it seemed to be a materialized treasure that was combined with pure energy and laws, it was not a power that carried anything, but a transformation vessel of force energy, it seemed that this white bead was connected to a certain mysterious law in the Great Dao of the Underworld.

From there, a steady stream of power could be transmitted to Fang Ze.