I have to say that Fu Cailin's sword battle in heaven and earth is really good, as soon as the sword comes out, the color of heaven and earth changes, and the entire Emperor Peak is suddenly covered by starlight, which makes it impossible to distinguish between illusory and real.

"Sword formation?"

Song Xuan raised his head and looked at the sword array composed of starlight in the sky, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

This Fu Cailin, after Yang Guang's three expeditions to Goguryeo and countless killings, his swordsmanship has definitely improved again, and on the basis of Yi's swordsmanship, he has made such a trick that is suspected to be a sword formation.

It's a pity that this person's life is not good, he was born in such a world close to high martial arts, if he was born in the Xianxia world, it is really possible to use the sword to enter the Tao to prove the sword immortal fruit position.

"It's a pity!"

said that it was a pity, but the movements of Song Xuan's hand were not slow at all, and he suddenly rose into the sky, and the Xuantie heavy sword slashed out with a sword.

Rumble!

But seeing the endless sky, a sword light rushed straight up, and the dazzling sword light made countless warriors watching below subconsciously close their eyes, and when they closed their eyes, the last thing that caught their eyes was the sword qi Changhong that tore Changhong and could cut everything with the power of the five elements!

The sword was so bright, like a white rainbow striking the moon, and the amazing energy exploded, and the people who were fighting outside Cihang Jingzhai felt the earth shake, as if the end of the world was coming!

Whew!

The sound of tearing sounded in everyone's hearts, one after another, and the tearing sound sounded one after another.

It seemed that a long time had passed, and it seemed that there was only a moment, and when everyone opened their eyes again, they found that the moonlight was sprinkled like water between the heavens and the earth, and the sword array that was originally shrouded in the sky like a chessboard of stars had long disappeared at this time.

Fu Cailin stood in mid-air, his expression was full of disbelief, and he couldn't believe that the highest mastery he had created in his whole life was so vulnerable.

"The sword formation is good, but the strength of your formation is too weak!"

Song Xuan put away his sword, and met the other party's incomprehensible gaze, and he replied.

This Fu Cailin was able to study the sword formation, which was absolutely amazing in this world, but unfortunately, the strength of his array was only true qi, which was far from Song Xuan's Five Elements Sword Yuan.

The gap in the level of pure strength, sometimes, is simply difficult to make up for by skill or quantity alone.

"I see!"

Fu Cailin muttered, and then his body was like a puddle of mud, instantly paralyzed from head to bottom, turning into a puddle of mud, just now Song Xuan's sword directly scattered his vitality, and his body collapsed.

As soon as Fu Cailin died, Ning Daoqi's face changed greatly, he couldn't imagine that Fu Cailin, who had just appeared to the extreme, was killed in seconds without even blocking a move.

At this moment, he realized how big the difference in strength was between himself and Song Xuan.

Just now he resisted Song Xuan's several moves and didn't die, not because of how strong he was, but because the Demon Emperor Song Xuan didn't want to kill him immediately at all.

"In today's battle, Ning admits defeat, from today onwards, Daoyou is the first in the world! Ning swore that in the future, in the territory of the Wu Dynasty, Ning would never step into it! ”

When the words fell, his whole person swayed up like a Dapeng bird, and he used his eight flutters to the extreme, not to attack, but just to escape.

In today's battle, in addition to using everyone to join forces to destroy Song Xuan, an unstable and dangerous powerhouse, he also has the intention of improving his own strength through the battle of the strong.

But it's a pity that this Song Xuan is simply outrageously strong, and his strength has completely exceeded his expectations, if he doesn't leave at this moment, he will definitely be dead!

"Collusion with the alien race to besiege me, do you think you can get away?"

Song Xuan sneered, raised his hand and pointed at it, and the Xuantie heavy sword turned into a five-colored sword and rose into the sky, as if breaking through the vast meteor, with a desperate whistling sound, the last strike came first, and within a few breaths, it attacked and killed in front of Ning Daoqi.

Ning Daoqi's body technique was urged to the extreme, leaving dozens of afterimages in mid-air, but no matter how fast it was, how could it match the speed of the flying sword, he felt that everything was silent, and the sky was dim, and he could only watch the Xuantie heavy sword that was getting closer and closer pass through his body.

Sneer~~

The Xuantie heavy sword pierced Ning Daoqi's chest, and the brilliant sword completely submerged his body, but after the light dissipated, Ning Daoqi's figure was long gone, and only a rain of blood was left, sprinkled in midair.

Song Xuan's expression was indifferent.

If this Ning Daoqi really came to a great grandmaster battle with him today, and did not collude with other races, for the sake of this person sitting in the Central Plains for nearly a hundred years, he may not be a killer.

But, since there has been collusion with the aliens, there is nothing to say.

Nirvana!

While the Xuantie heavy sword rose into the sky and beat Ning Daoqi into a pool of blood mist, Song Xuan himself was not idle, and his body technique was urged, evolving dozens of afterimages, surrounding Wuzun Bi Xuan.

Then, dozens of afterimages were slapped out at the same time!

Bi Xuan wanted to swing his spear to fight back, but at this moment he felt powerless, as if the whole world had abandoned him, and the heavens and the earth collapsed and pressed on his body, and it was difficult to even lift his arms.

He could only watch the countless palms in all directions get closer and closer, and shoot them head-on.

Peng!

Song Xuan's palm power finally fell, there was no crackling sound, no wailing, and the clouds were as light as if he hadn't made a move just now.

Closing his palm, turning around, and stepping into the air, the Xuantie heavy sword in the void roared, hovered in mid-air, and landed behind him.

Bi Xuan stood in place, his hideous expression was rare and calm, and he sighed faintly.

"I regret not being able to see the scenery after the shattered void!"

As soon as the words fell, the crimson battle armor on his body suddenly burst and turned into a pool of flying ashes, and his body shattered inch by inch and turned into a rain of blood.

Listening to Bi Xuan's last words, Song Xuan knew something in his heart.

It is estimated that the reason why Ning Daoqi was able to move these two people to make a move was to use the Broken Void to talk about things.

Perhaps, in Ning Daoqi's mouth, his Song Xuan's exercises may have involved the realm of the Broken Void. Or, Ning Daoqi used the decisive battle of the Great Grandmaster as a rhetoric to tempt the two of them to have a chance to have an epiphany in the battle and comprehend the legendary Broken Void Realm.

Of course, it doesn't matter what the reason is that induces these two to make a move.

The important thing is that in the battle of Emperor Ta Peak, the three great grandmasters died in battle, and so far, there are no three great grandmasters in the world!

Yes, only the Emperor of the Wu Dynasty who stepped on the bones of the three great masters and stepped on the supreme godless throne, Song Xuan!

Standing in mid-air, looking at the countless spectators with admiration and trepidation around him.

There are martial arts master-level powerhouses halfway up the mountainside, and there are also innate martial artists who can only stay at the foot of the mountain and watch from afar, at this moment, as Song Xuan's eyes wandered, this group of martial artists who were once high in the sky subconsciously lowered their heads one by one.