Chapter 160, Eight Swords of the Edgeworth Style Fly Together

"Hmph, boy, today next year is your death day!" From a distance, I saw a white-haired old man exuding golden light around him, leaving only a golden ray in the air, cutting through the sky and appearing in front of a mountain range, like a thunderous voice, he said softly: "No matter what kind of power you have behind you, you will die today!"

The wrinkled hands slowly gathered, and as they turned into a golden giant hand, they slapped heavily at the black-clothed man in front of them.

Seeing that this palm that was enough to split the ground and split the mountain was coming, and even where it passed, the air was pushed away, and the man urged the ancient sword under his feet, without the slightest move, and even the clothes on his body seemed to be blown by the force of the force to make a popping sound, as the giant palm got closer and closer to the man, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

The giant palm instantly flooded the man in black, but it passed through this body strangely, without the slightest stagnation, and slapped heavily towards the giant mountain in front of him.

"Boom!"

In the blink of an eye, the huge mountain that was originally hundreds of meters away turned into rubble and rolled down, a battle that was enough to change the terrain, and only the Qing Realm powerhouse could do it before such a level.

The white-haired old man stared blankly at the scene in front of him for a long time, his cheeks twitching, and he only heard a roar from afar.

"Han Yu, when the old man catches you, he will definitely drain your soul and cut your bones!"

At this time, Han Yu on the other side unconsciously touched the sweat stains on his forehead, swallowed lightly and said: "The Qingjing powerhouse is really not easy to mess with! If you can divide a few more clones like this, you don't have to run away like this!" Obviously, Han Yu here is the real body, and the disappeared Han Yu is just the sword shadow clone of Han Yu's technique that urged the Imperial Sword Gate. To be honest, it's not that he doesn't want to make a few more clones. Merely. If you want to fool these two old guys, you must add a soul of your own to the clone, and in this way, with Han Yu's current ability, he can only divide one person.

Now that the doppelganger has been extinguished and the soul has returned to the body, Han Yu naturally knows what happened before the doppelganger, and sighs secretly. However, it is obvious that what you need to worry about at this time is not what happened before, but the ancestor of the sword sect and the old ghost of the knife who follows him closely. This person has already been famous for a hundred years, and Rao is Elder Li is far inferior, if it weren't for the relationship between the Yuanmen, I'm afraid that Elder Li would have to respectfully call his seniors, although at this time he is the same as Elder Li in the early stage of Qingjing, but the old ghost of the knife is at the peak of the early stage, far from being comparable to Elder Li.

Behind him, the old ghost's wrist flashed orange, and suddenly, a huge knife appeared, tightly held by the thin hands. The domineering Gangyuan aura that surpassed what ordinary people could bear emanated from that giant knife, and there was also a smell of blood. If Han Yu's expectation was right, this blood-colored aura was mixed with a little aura of the Blood Sect, and it must be related to the Blood Sect.

However, what Han Yu expected was not bad, the old ghost of the sword relied on his talent a hundred years ago, and he had been alone in the mainland for decades, and he was even instructed by an elder of the Eastern Regions Blood Sect, and he could be regarded as a registered disciple of half of the Blood Sect, and being able to achieve this was obviously inseparable from the elder of the Blood Sect back then.

"Han Yu boy, you can't run away, follow me back now, maybe I'll leave you with a whole corpse!" The sharp and piercing voice of the old ghost pierced into Han Yu's ears.

Han Yu snorted coldly in his heart, in this case, it is better to lie to the three-year-old child, and the sword trick was made in his hand, and suddenly the Cloud Breaking Sword left a remnant in the air, and a trace was slashed in the air.

Unconsciously become more rapid.

"Blood Blade Slash!" Suddenly, the giant knife in the old ghost's hand flipped over, and a thick bloody aura came from behind, and slowly converged into countless giant blades, slashing at Han Yu, the kind of disgusting aura exuded a cold aura, and appeared behind Han Yu in the blink of an eye.

Han Yu, who frowned slightly, felt a chill in his heart, this Blood Slash was slightly similar to what the person called Blood Slash in the Imperial Sword Sect had shown, but the power was definitely not as powerful as the Blood Sect's Peerless Blood Slash, but now it was a blow from the Qing Realm, even if it was just a subordinate exercise, it should not be underestimated.

Taking a breath of cool air, the Cloud Breaking Sword under his feet flipped a few times in the air, and immediately fell into Han Yu's hands, in the face of such a blow, Han Yu really didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, the hand holding the Cloud Breaking Sword didn't feel tight, suddenly let go, and retracted the law.

The Cloud Breaking Sword hovered around Han Yu as if it had a spiritual nature, emitting a palpitating light sound, and suddenly, the fluttering sword shadow split into two, two turned into four, and four turned into eight and surrounded the top of Han Yu's head.

"Phantom Sword Technique, Eight Swords Fly Together!"

"Hum!" The eight identical Cloud Breaking Swords suspended above Han Yu's head suddenly trembled in the air, and as those swords circled above Han Yu's head, a powerful sword intent momentum between heaven and earth immediately converged, slowly merging into the Breaking Imperial Sword, and suddenly the Breaking Imperial Sword exuded a chilling aura, just this breath was definitely not something that ordinary underworld people could bear, and integrating this move into the sword intent was even more like a tiger with wings.

Eight swords fly together, although the name is simple, it is definitely not to be underestimated, and it is even definitely comparable to the existence of the Nine Grades Exercises, even in the Imperial Sword Gate, it is only the existence of the head and the five first seats that can be cultivated, created by the ancestor of the Imperial Sword Gate, Xuanjian, and has been passed down to this day, and Han Yu is the mysterious old man in the Imperial Sword Gate - the drunken old man who taught it.

Suddenly, Han Yu's handprint suddenly changed, and then the sword pointed at the blood.

Immediately, the eight cloud-breaking swords that seemed to be the same exuded the momentum of Weng Ran, and they slammed into the blood, the speed of lightning, and the powerful power of Rao is sword The old ghost trembled in his heart.

"Boom!" The blood-colored sword slammed into the eight swords that contained heaven and earth at every turn.

Han Yu, who was urging the Cloud Breaking Sword, felt that his body trembled, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, after all, this was a Qingjing powerhouse, and it was the first time he had urged this exercise.

The right hand was still in the posture of the sword fingers, and at this time it slowly changed, and suddenly urged the five fingers of the eight swords to rotate slowly.

There was still a sound, and in an instant, the eight Cloud Breaking Swords also spun and became faster and faster, and then turned into a white pillar of light, and slammed into the blood again.

"Click!" Under the dumbfounded gaze of the old knife ghost, the blood-colored sword rays were all shattered.

"Poof!" At this time, Han Yu, who had already exhausted his strength, instantly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his languishing body fell from the air, and under the flash of the pillar of light, it was transformed into eight broken swords, and gradually changed into one again, falling from the sky.

Tiredly glanced at Xiao Yan, who had been on his shoulder from beginning to end, panting, and said weakly: "It's time for you to do it, Xiao Yan!" (to be continued......)