A golden light flashed in Zong Wu's hand, and a golden sword appeared in his hand.

That is Zong Wu's natal feathers, fed with natal essence blood, dyed with human blood, dyed with his own blood, it is a sword that drinks blood, although Zong Wu did not regain his power after his death, but it is still awe-inspiring.

Zong Wu held the golden sword, the sword intent erupted, the wind and clouds moved, the long golden hair danced wildly, and the ground was arrogant.

When the golden sword and the wooden sword clashed, the powerful sword intent collision tore the ground under his feet, and the entire ground was cut by the sword intent and sunken.

Zong Wu slashed with great force, blasting Ye Cang's entire person away, and a majestic sword momentum slashed at Ye Cang's body, almost cutting Ye Cang's shoulder blades open.

Blood flowed out along Ye Cang's shoulder blades, dyeing half of Ye Cang's body into blood red, Ye Cang struggled to get up, and the sharp pain from his shoulder made him almost unsteady.

Zong Wu's sword path is far above Ye Cang, and Ye Cang's sword moves are like a child's plaything in his eyes, vulnerable to attack!

Although they were both in the Extreme Realm, Zong Wu's sword momentum made it difficult for Ye Cang to resist.

"Rubbish! I don't know why that fool would teach you how to do calligraphy. What's more, the speed of our people in the world is nothing but dust in your hands! Zong Wu said angrily.

In Zong Wu's eyes, this sword Ye Cang could have escaped, but he was taken by this sword and did not use the word secret, which was simply too stupid.

Ye Cang stood up, stroked the wooden sword in his hand, and burst out with a weak sword momentum, with a trace of heroic righteousness.

Zong Wu looked at the sword, his expression was a little cautious, and he said: "The sword contaminated with the holy intent of Confucianism and Taoism, the aura of Haoran has been aroused. ”

Zong Wu looked at the killing sword in his hand and said, "Is it because I am stained with too much blood?" It's a pity that it's not enough ”

Ye Cang killed Zong Wu, the sword was sharp, invincible, under the sword momentum of Haoran righteousness, he was inseparable from Zong Wu for a while.

"The meaning of Confucianism is as high as the sky!" This is like a sword chanting, and it is also like the words of a master.

The aura of the wooden sword in Ye Cang's hand burst out, and it actually competed with Zong Wu's natal feather, and it was difficult to solve, and under the confrontation of the sword body, there was a buzzing sound.

Ye Cang urged the strength of his whole body, and the secret of the words made Ye Cang so fast that he left an afterimage.

For a while, the sound of the sword roared like thunder, resounding throughout the battlefield, and on the earth, the ravines were vertical and horizontal, which was left by the sword momentum of the two.

The two are extremely fast, as if they have turned into divine light, and for a while the flesh and blood are flying, which is the flesh and blood of the surrounding demon beasts, and inevitably there are monks.

Among the monks, there are monks in the sea realm, who blocked the sword momentum and took the monks away from the battlefield of the two, although the monks in the sea realm resisted with all their might, some were still injured by the sword momentum, and they were drenched in blood.

"Is this really a battle of body refining and three grinding? I couldn't even stop his sword in the sea realm. A monk who had been injured by the sword spoke in a deep voice.

At the same time, the other monks transferred the Ximin, but how could the fierce beast let them do this, and still rushed towards the Ximin and the monks.

And the battlefield between Ye Cang and Zongwu became a blank area for a while, and the demon beasts sensed the danger here by instinct, and did not dare to step in, so they bypassed here one after another.

Ye Cang and Zong Wu were like rainbows, even if they had fought until now, the momentum around them had not decreased, and the injury on Ye Cang's shoulder blades had stopped bleeding in such a fierce battle, and even new flesh had grown.

The breathing method is refining Ye Cang's body all the time, and repairing Ye Cang's body.

"It's only taken for the resurrected creatures to come to this point, it's hard to imagine how powerful they were during their lifetime! The person who fought with the wooden sword was also extremely strong, and his physical strength was stronger than that of the Life Sea Realm, and the previous injuries were almost healed! ”

The monk spoke, his words revealing shock, they couldn't imagine that the cultivator of the Three Tribulations Realm of Body Refining could be so powerful.

"This is an ancient road, a road against the sky, and it is not suitable for the world, the ancient road is rooted in itself, and the law of the world is based on the Tao."

A monk spoke, he was a disciple of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Zhantan Temple, watched many ancient books, and even found the scriptures left in the ancient roads.

But the ancient road was too difficult to walk and not suitable for the world, so he gave up.

"Three thousand swords!"

Zong Wu let out a loud sigh, and around him, three thousand golden swords appeared, which were transformed by his Ling Yu, although it was not the natal Ling Yu, but the Ling Yu was sharp and could open the mountain gold stone.

The Golden-Winged Roc can travel through the void at great speed, and Ling Yu can cut through space.

"How is that possible! How can the three grinding of the body be able to support such a strong life and death technique! ”

Obviously, Zong Wu's three thousand swords surpassed the monk's cognition.

"The bloodline of the Golden-Winged Dapeng clan is too strong, it can fight and kill the true dragon before ancient times, and it is loved by heaven and earth, and it is not impossible to perform such a powerful life and death technique in the Three Grinding Realms of Body Refining."

"That donor is in danger!"

"Donor, come to us!"

Several monks of the Sea Realm burst out with their strength, and after killing the fierce beasts around them, they rushed towards Ye Cang, wanting to help Ye Cang block this sword.

Ye Cang stopped a few people, staring at the three thousand golden swords that had been killed.

"Sword One, Annihilation!"

It was Pupil's lonely method, which was remembered by Ye Cang, and at this time, its power bloomed.

If the Heavenly Wolf is again, he will definitely be surprised again, Ye Cang is too extraordinary, at that time, he saw him perform a secret of the word to learn his superficial fur, but now, he has displayed the sword momentum of Pupil Gu.

The space was shaking, the earth was shaking, the huge annihilation power collided with the three thousand golden swords, and the vast power of nearly a hundred meters of demon beast monks was lifted and affected.

The three thousand dao swords are extremely strong, and it is the attack technique created by zong wu when he became holy, and he wants to understand the three thousand dao rules and turn them into three thousand swords, creating a feat that no one has ever done before.

But at this time, most of the three thousand golden swords were annihilated by Ye Cang's sword, and the sword intent of the remaining golden swords that had been leaked was dimmed, and the power of annihilation was shattered, and it could not hurt Ye Cang's treasure body that had been tempered by the mysterious breathing method.

"It's still too bad!"

Zong Wu sighed secretly, this vast sword momentum did not meet his expectations, the three thousand sword was tangible and unintentional, he originally wanted to use the law of the Great Dao to trigger, but at that moment, the physical body suffered a backlash.

And Ye Cang was not comfortable, he imitated the shot of Hitomi Gu, trying to exert a kind of divinity that annihilated all things, although it only condensed a trace, but it made him suffer a backlash injury, which made Ye Cang's chest ache faintly.

Zong Wu is a golden-winged Dapeng, his bloodline and body are extremely strong, he will suppress the backlash, and the power of the bloodline awakens, like an ancient fierce beast, killing with a golden sword.

Dapeng's extreme speed is incomparable, if it weren't for the Heavenly Wolf who taught Ye Cangxing the word secret, he would have been killed by Zong Wu a long time ago!

Ye Cang used the breathing method to continuously refine the divine substances between heaven and earth to make up for his body, even if he fought for a long time, Ye Cang's body was still at the peak.

Zong Wu and Ye Cang kept colliding, and the two moves opened and closed.

Zong Wu poured his sword intent onto the golden sword, and the intense and ferocious evil aura almost condensed into substance, forming a death phantom behind him.

The sword qi condensed but did not emit, and at the moment of attacking Ye Cang, it exploded, and the sword qi swept through most of Ye Cang's body, and countless sword rays wanted to cut Ye Cang's body apart.

Ye Cang hung the wooden sword above his head, and the aura of Haoran wrapped Ye Cang to form a barrier, but Ye Cang did not stay in the barrier, but instead faced the sword intent and blasted out with a punch.

The right fist wrapped in the golden Shenxi, like a war hammer, smashed into Zong Wu's body.

Ye Cang's powerful fist smashed his sternum, but Ye Cang's fist was also dripping blood, and even saw white bones.

The skin and flesh on the fist were completely slashed off by the small swords formed by countless sword intents in an instant, and even the fist bones were left with sword marks.

Zong Wu did not retreat, his eyes flashed bloodthirsty madness, and he also hung the golden sword above his head, and around him, three thousand golden swords appeared, which were not the manifestation of his feathers, the power of the bloodline.

Zong Wu's right arm turned into a demon wing, and the golden feathers were about to split the space, and it was hard to imagine how sharp it was.

Ye Cang blocked the demon wings with his arms, and the golden feather slashed into Ye Cang's arms, and there was a sharp pain on his arms immediately, Ye Cang frowned: "What a sharp feather, this sword actually cut into my arm bones!" ”

Ye Cang had entered the extreme realm, and his body was even more steely, but he was cut by a sword and the hardest bones.