Yu Huatian's brocade robe embroidered with the waning moon was windless, and his eyes looked coldly at Song Lingjian and the others in front of him, playing with his jade fingers.

"Arrogance!" Song Lingjian stepped out in one step, letting out a cold drink from his mouth, and his eyes exuded a bright cold light. "To deal with you, this son alone is enough, so why do we need eight of us to attack at the same time.!"

And Wu Changqiu silently looked at Yuhuatian and Song Lingjian in the field.

Even if Yu Huatian said before that he was ready to fight against the eight of them with his own strength, neither Wu Changqiu nor Kong Wu and the others would take the initiative to take action.

If he and the others besieged Yuhuatian with Song Lingjian, even if they won, they would not be able to win.

And Song Lingjian, as the third on the list of Lou Tianjiao, who listened to the wind and drizzle, held a divine soldier nostalgic for the ancients, and his sword intent was superb.

Even if Wu Changqiu and the others didn't want to admit it, Song Lingjian's strength was far above that of himself and others, and Song Lingjian was also the most qualified to challenge Yuhuatian, so even the most belligerent Sikong Chengmo had no intention of speaking out.

"Interesting!" Yuhuatian's Xiu eyes raised slightly, and a chuckle came out of his mouth, "Then let's take a look at the strength of the contemporary chief of the Sword Shrine of Jiannan Dao." ”

Since Song Lingjian wanted to challenge himself alone, Yuhuatian didn't mind fulfilling Song Lingjian.

"Tianjiao second!"

Song Lingjian spoke coldly, the true qi on his body rolled, and the nostalgic sword burst out with a brilliant sword light, and the tsunami-like sword momentum overwhelmed the Yuhua Field.

It was at this time.

Zheng!

Yuhuatian's body exuded an unstoppable sword intent, as if blocking the river and intercepting the sea.

Looking at Yuhuatian in front of him, Song Lingjian's face suddenly showed a somewhat nervous expression, except for the people in the sword mound, Song Lingjian felt such a terrifying sword intent for the first time.

Rumble!

Heaven and earth shake!

The nostalgic sword slashed down in the air with a terrifying sword momentum, like a stormy sea and heavy rain poured.

The waves rolled and the rain was heavy.

Rumble!

However, at the moment when the nostalgic sword fell, a white jade-like palm suddenly appeared in front of Song Lingjian.

A golden sound sounded, and Yu Huatian's palm was held on the nostalgic sword in vain, as if he was holding the turbulent waves.

"Sword?"

"It's not like you!"

Yu Huatian said in a cold voice, and the true qi on his body surged again, leaving a handprint on the ancient sword.

The entire venue fell into an eerie dead silence in an instant.

I don't know how many people were stunned by this scene.

When the sword intent on Yu Huatian's body exploded, everyone present thought that this was a confrontation between two peerless swordsmen.

But now, Yuhuatian stopped Song Lingjian's nostalgic sword with one hand, and left his own handprint on the nostalgic sword.

You must know that this nostalgic sword is a four-grade divine soldier, but it can't stop Yuhuatian's seemingly weak jade hand, doesn't this mean that Yuhuatian's physical strength is enough to compare with the four-grade divine soldier.

What a horror it is.

Even the Buddha of Daguang Temple, who is proficient in the way of the flesh, probably does not dare to take the sword of Song Lingjian like Yuhuatian.

"It is worthy of being a four-grade divine soldier, even if the miscellaneous family wants to break this nostalgic sword, it will take a lot of effort!" Yu Huatian said coldly.

For Song Lingjian.

Yu Huatian's words were simply blatant humiliation, and Song Lingjian's face showed a trace of indignation, full of anger and unwillingness.

"Death to Ben Gongzi!"

The world is big, and there are many monks, among which there are at least forty percent of the kendo monks.

And the sword mound is the holy place of sword cultivation in the world.

Song Lingjian, as the first contemporary disciple of the Sword Mound, has cultivated kendo and is unmatched, but now he has lost in the body of a crippled person.

How could Song Lingjian agree.

Song Lingjian's true qi poured into the nostalgic sword, and the sharp sword qi was even worse, revealing its edge, as if it was going to cut off Yuhuatian's jade hand directly.

Yuhuatian frowned.

If he could show the cultivation of the open-air human realm, Yuhuatian naturally didn't mind pinching and disconnecting this nostalgic sword.

No more nostalgic swords.

Song Lingjian's sword intent was weakened by at least three layers.

Yu Huatian's figure flashed lightly, and the nostalgic sword in Song Lingjian's hand staggered.

"Die!"

A murderous roar sounded from Song Lingjian's mouth, and bursts of cold light rose from the nostalgic sword, roaring towards Yuhuatian fiercely.

In the venue, everyone watching the battle was shocked.

If they were faced with this sword, they would not know how to deal with it.

Roar!

At the moment when the nostalgic sword light fell.

The long sword in Yuhuatian's arms suddenly came out of its sheath, the long sword shook, and a sea of blood rose up, and endless blood light surged towards the sword light of the nostalgic sword.

The surging sea of blood directly submerged the sword light of the nostalgic sword.

Outside the venue.

Jiang Taishan looked at the long sword in Yu Huatian's hand, and was instantly distracted.

"This is, the Five-Rank Divine Soldier!"

Jiang Taishan, who was the elder of the Sword Shrine, naturally easily recognized the grade of the sword in Yuhuatian's hand.

As a holy place for sword cultivation in the world, the Sword Shrine naturally also has the existence of the Five-Rank Divine Sword, but there is only one, and it is also the sword of the Sword Shrine Patriarch.

Since the death of the Sword Shrine Patriarch, the five-grade divine sword has never chosen a master.

And now, with a genuine five-grade divine weapon, appeared in front of Jiang Taishan, how could this not make Jiang Taishan lose his mind.

"Today, our family will teach you!"

"How is this sword used?"

The blood light appeared again, and the blood mist was endless, like a terrifying sword intent like a sea of blood, slashing down towards Song Lingjian alone.

The crowd watching the battle stood still as if they had been transformed into wooden and stone statues.

Yu Huatian's sword intent was even more terrifying than Song Lingjian's.

Who is the heir of the sword mound.

"Damn it!"

The expression on Song Lingjian's face changed dramatically in an instant, and in the face of Yu Huatian's terrifying sword intent, Song Lingjian thought that he couldn't resist it.

And yet, at this very moment.

A sudden roar sounded in the sky.

A sword light extended from above the sky, like a heavenly river pouring back, instantly covering the sky and intercepting Yuhuatian's sword intent.

However, before everyone in the venue was shocked.

The next scene made them fall into a stupor.

Rumble!

In the sky, a giant fist suddenly appeared, entangled with bursts of brilliance, terrifying to the extreme, a punch fell, as if the mountain collapsed, the river was cut off, rolling up an incomparable killing machine.

Just feeling this punch made them feel like they were heartbroken.

"How daring, you dare to meddle in this Tianjiao Conference!"

"Jiang Taishan, didn't you take this seat in your eyes!" A bell-like voice resounded throughout the sky.

The previous boundless sword qi came from Jiang Taishan's hand, and the big hand that appeared next was ignored by Zhu Zhu, the dragon head of the Lou Tower, who listened to the wind and drizzle.