"Dangdangdang......"

The strong attacks were like rain, or holding knives, or holding swords, or dancing spears, or swinging hammers, and the immeasurable attacks hit Xu Zifan, full of energy, and the tables, chairs, benches, teapots and wine glasses in the hall were shattered.

But such an attack could not break through within a radius of five meters around Xu Zifan's body, the sword light was like a curtain, the sword aura was vast, the defense was unparalleled, the evil spirits were repelled, everything was guarded, and the attacks of the strong were isolated.

Xu Zifan used the Yangwu swordsmanship at this time, he is now a master of swordsmanship, not under the clear wind, the ordinary Yangwu swordsmanship was actually used by him to the realm of transcendence, in this world, there is rarely matched.

"Hoo ......"

A cold wind struck, mixed with white frost, and swept towards Xu Zifan, it was Zuo Lengchan who killed, only to see him holding a broadsword, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Xu Zifan, and he quickly killed from the air.

The temperature in this area dropped rapidly, and the surrounding heroes were shocked, only to feel a chill coming to them, and then they all withdrew three feet away.

Zuo Lengchan's body was surrounded by a cold wind of three meters, mixed with white frost, and before the person arrived, his sword intent had already manifested, and he suddenly killed.

I saw that Zuo Lengchan was running the broadsword in his hand at great speed in the cold wind, the mystery was very mysterious, the sword aura was misty, the sword light was forested, and there was a vague vision manifested.

The void in front of him gradually turned yellow, a little illusory, like a mirage, with the operation of Zuo Lengzen swordsmanship, the illusory yellow quickly became real, and everyone could finally see that it was a yellow world.

The yellow sand was rolling, boundless, and there was a faint dust in the air, everything was distorted, and everything seemed a little hazy, desolate and quaint.

"Woo ......"

In the depths of the rolling yellow sand, there was a faint sound of horns, as if from the desolate ancient battlefield, majestic, strong and tragic.

"Da Da Da ......"

The sound of horses' hooves stumbling on the ground came, rolling yellow sand, boundless, very hazy, looming, you can see the battle flag hunting and moving, in the wind there are thousands of troops and horses galloping to kill.

Soon, this scene was clear, in this world of rolling yellow sand, thousands of troops and horses galloped, immediately soldiers, dressed in armor, holding spears and halberds, the law is strict, magnificent, invincible.

"Knock...... Knock ......"

There are war drums beating, and the rhythm is very slow, but in this world, the atmosphere is more solemn.

"Kill ......"

Thousands of troops and horses, galloping, invincible, unstoppable, magnificent, at this moment people shouting horses neighing, there is a sound of iron-blooded killing, sonorous.

This kind of vision is the manifestation of the sword intent of the Songshan sword technique, forming an independent world, invincible and unstoppable.

The surrounding powerhouses, seeing Zuo Lengchan's move at this time, were deeply shocked in their hearts, worthy of being peerless masters, far beyond them.

And Xu Zifan at this time, looking up at the manifestation of Zuo Lengchan's sword intent and the rolling yellow sand, in the depths of his eyes, a touch of approval flashed, and Zuo Lengchan, one of the three peerless masters of the righteous path, did not disappoint him.

In this world, the martial arts are all the way, and the martial arts will can manifest the small world, he has only encountered Feng Qingyang, and today he met another one, that is, Zuo Lengchan, which surprised him.

Although he could feel that the power of Zuo Lengchan's sword intent was much worse than that of the sword intent of the wind and the clear sword, and it could not affect the spirit of people, it was also very good, which showed that Zuo Lengchan had his own way in swordsmanship.

Yes, Zuo Lengchan is not only ambitious, but also has excellent qualifications, his martial arts talent is far beyond ordinary people, in the original work, in the past decades, to the turnips, the Songshan faction swordsmanship in all kinds of tricks that are not ruthless enough, not enough to be dignified posture, one by one, so that the Songshan faction 17 road sword moves perfect, although he did not create a new sword road, but it can be regarded as a great hero to sort out the Songshan swordsmanship.

The white sword light is shining, the holy light is rippling, the sword net light curtain is gorgeous and bright, and there is a sense of grandeur flowing out, mighty, dignified, righteous and bright, sweeping away all evils, defenseless and unparalleled, Xu Zifan runs Yangwu swordsmanship, guarding several people.

"Dangdangdangdang......" A string of dense weapons collided sound, and it was the yellow sand rolling heaven and earth that pressed up, colliding with the sword net light curtain around Xu Zifan, competing, winning or losing, and fighting.

Songshan swordsmanship, pay attention to momentum, open and close, unparalleled power, so Songshan faction, up to the head, down to the elders, disciples, the standard with swords are all broadswords.

The yellow sand is rolling, boundless, thousands of troops, magnificent, killed from the air, with the taste of iron and blood, and the self-confidence of being invincible.

At this time, in the main hall of the Songshan sect, the atmosphere was heavy, Zuo Lengchan was running the sword light, the mystery was extraordinary, the power was unparalleled, the heaven and earth of its sword intent were overwhelmed, and the momentum was magnificent, and the entire hall was shaking under this momentum at this time, and there was a creakling sound between the beams and trees, as if it would collapse and collapse at any time.

The surrounding heroes looked at each other at this time, and the depths of their eyes were full of horror, and they deeply felt the gap between themselves and the peerless masters.

Rumble!

Yangwu's swordsmanship defense is unparalleled, and at this time, it is colliding with the heaven and earth transformed by the sword intent, the yellow sand is rolling, and the wind is howling, but it is disappearing and annihilating.

Thousands of troops and horses are galloping, battle flags are hunting, spears and halberds are flashing with a cold metallic luster, indomitable, murderous, but at this moment they are also dying, and the mystery is gone.

At this time, this piece of yellow sand and rolling heaven and earth was burned like a picture scroll, and the rolling yellow sand in it, and the iron-blooded soldiers were annihilated piece by piece, just like the whole world was broken, dying, and destroying.

And what burned this picture scroll was the white holy light, the meaning of Haoran, sweeping away all directions and sweeping away all evils.

Rumble!

The cold wind, mixed with frost, swept over and covered the earth.

At this time, Zuo Lengchan's expression was solemn, his eyes were ruthless, the aura around his body was agitated, the cold ice true qi was running, the thick white mist shrouded his body, and the sword light in his hand danced, and there was a cold wind howling.

At this moment, the heaven and earth transformed by his sword intent, although the yellow sand was still billowing, and thousands of troops and horses were galloping, but this whole heaven and earth was cold and ruthless at this time.

Immediately afterwards, the grains of yellow sand gradually turned white, becoming grains of ice crystals, exuding a cold and biting chill, and the thousands of troops and horses, at this time, also seemed to be bathed in ice and snow, with white ice slag around them, cold and ruthless, as if coming from the snowy polar regions, with cold, killing generals.

Xu Zifan looked at the prospect, the color of approval in his eyes was heavier, the purple mist was rolling all around, the long sword in his hand was also covered with a layer of purple at this time, the sword light danced, the purple true qi spread, the sword shadows were intertwined horizontally and vertically, and the white sword net light curtain quickly turned purple, like a purple divine wall, the mighty righteousness was rippling, it could not be broken through, and the power of defense was on a higher level.

Silently, the heaven and earth transformed by Zuo Lengzen's sword intent were once again melting and annihilating, like ice and snow meeting charcoal fire.

"How is that possible?"

Zuo Lengchan was shocked in his heart at this time, his sword dao had already exerted his greatest ability, but he still couldn't deal with this Huashan disciple?