It's not just about not dying!

Zhang Li's words made the remnant soul of the sword overhaul on the opposite side show a trace of dazedness on his face, slightly stunned.

Then, this middle-aged-looking kendo senior in a tattered robe and a messy beard looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Good, good!"

The sword light on his body shone one one after another, and Lingyun rushed into the sky.

"I, Zhao Jiyang, have been here for tens of thousands of years, and I have also seen several amazing and brilliant people."

"There has never been a single person among the descendants of my Zhentian Sect who can compare to those people."

"Today, let me see if you can surprise me a little."

Surprise?

Is it difficult to surprise a Yuan Infant Realm overhaul?

Zhang Li did not speak.

As a sword cultivator, why do you have to open your mouth at this time?

The sword in your hand is your own mind!

"Hum—"

The Zhenyue sword came out of its sheath, and the eighteen sword intents on it directly converged, turning into eighteen bright stars.

Eighteen stars fell, and on the sword body, condensed into a peak of eighteen peaks.

"Good!" The remnant soul sword cultivator named Zhao Jiyang let out a long shout, and his eyes burst with brilliance.

"Two Great Formation Sword Intents, Sixteen Sword Intents Formed, you are the first junior of this kind of sword path cultivation that I have seen in Ming Luo Mountain."

Luo Wuzhou already has few kendo major repairs, let alone junior disciples, who can cultivate kendo to such an extent.

Zhang Li's sword intent converged, giving Zhao Jiyang an incomparable surprise.

"Boom-"

Zhang Li's sword intent made the remnant soul of the Izumo Continent Yuan Infant named Hu Zhao angry.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, the power of the divine soul began to surge like a tide.

One by one, the remnant souls lost their self-consciousness and rushed in the direction where Zhang Li was.

"Town."

Zhang Li let out a low shout, and the long sword in his hand reached out.

The eighteen peaks were differentiated, directly suppressing the heavenly dome.

The remnant souls gathered within a radius of a hundred miles were suppressed by this mountain peak, and they couldn't move a bit.

Zhenyue.

This is not only the supernatural power carried in the sword weapon, but also the power of Zhang Li's sword intent.

With the power of a sword, a hundred miles of remnants are all towns.

At this time, those Luo Wuzhou elites standing in the distance were already stupid.

The strength shown by Zhang Li is completely what they look up to.

It's simply not something they can have.

Not to mention them, even the elders of the sect can't have such combat power!

"His sword dao is already the top existence on Luo Wuzhou......" Zhen Dashu said with a hint of loneliness.

I thought that my opponent was Lu Zhentao, and it was to put an end to it.

But at this time, he found out that whether it was Lu Zhentao or Eliminate it, in terms of strength, it was much worse than Zhang Li.

In the face of the sword that suppressed Baili, he didn't even have the slightest desire to challenge.

"Whew......" Lu Zhentao breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was much more relaxed.

He is the number one elite in everyone's hearts.

When he first met Zhang Li, he also had the heart to fight.

But now, he knew he didn't need to challenge.

The person in front of him is not at the same level as himself at all.

With a fine light in his eyes, Lu Zhentao looked at Zhang Li, who suppressed the remnant soul of a hundred miles with a sword.

Zhang Li's target is not them, but, Yuan Ying!

Outside the light curtain of the ancient battlefield, although they couldn't see what was happening in the ancient battlefield, everyone could feel the turbulence of the power in it.

"The power of the Yuan Infant Realm is surging, what are they doing?" An old man on the eighth floor of Jindan had a solemn face and spoke in a low voice.

In the past, although this ancient battlefield would attract the attention of the Yuan Infant Realm, it was just a confrontation of forces, and there was no real battle.

That was basically when Luo Wuzhou's elite took action to exterminate the Izumo Continent station, or when the town passage was sealed, Luo Wuzhou's Yuan Infant Realm predecessor remnant soul confronted the Izumo Continent Yuan Infant Remnant Soul consciousness power.

This time, however, it was noticeably different.

It's really a Yuan Infant Realm shot.

"Boom-"

When Zhang Li suppressed the hundred-mile remnant soul with a sword, the Izumo Zhou Yuan Infant Realm remnant soul named Hu Zhao sneered, and the wooden staff in his hand was raised again.

The surging clouds merged with the broken weapons on the battlefield, turning into a dragon of decaying armor and rushing towards Zhang Li.

Zhao Jiyang's eyes narrowed, and his hand pressed on the hilt of the sword.

Zhang Li had already surprised him.

In fact, no matter what Zhang Li's sword is, he will not ignore it.

After all, Zhang Li is the most profound person in kendo cultivation among the juniors Hu Jiyang has seen so far.

But Hu Jiyang has not yet taken out the sword, and Zhang Li has already stepped out again.

The sword light on his body condensed and became one.

The sword light of the true Dacheng realm turned into a hundred zhang sword light.

The power of the martial arts golden body surged, and a surging qi and blood turned into a torrent, imprinting the surrounding ten miles of heaven and earth into blood.

Bloody breath.

In the battlefield, the countless remnant soul power combined with the bloody power, and the long dragon body led by Hu Zhao vibrate, and countless broken armor reverberate.

On the battlefield, there is never a lack of blood.

It is the remnant soul, and it is also the gathering of bloody qi.

"Kill."

Zhang Li let out a low snort.

"Kill—"

The Endless Void, the entire battlefield of Destiny Mountain, seemed to be filled with shouts of killing.

Zhang Li took a step forward, pointed forward with the long sword in his hand, and then the power of merit in the sea of consciousness vibrate, attracting all the Jindan Realm Guarding Earth Immortals that had been sealed out behind him, as well as countless remnant soul powers.

"Kill—"

At this moment, the entire battlefield of Mingluo Mountain shook, and the picture flowed, as if all the remnant souls had reappeared in the past.

A Luo Wuzhou cultivator wearing armor and forming a battle formation rushed forward.

What about death?

Rush again!

"Kill—"

An endless roar vibrated in the void.

At this moment, the entire ancient battlefield began to shake, and above the light curtain outside the ancient battlefield, it was like a wave of water impacting, making the clouds and mist that enveloped the ancient battlefield about to burst.

"Ancient battlefield, what the hell is going on......" A Jindan Realm leader's face turned pale and whispered in a low voice.

With so many elites on Luo Wuzhou, if they are lost on the ancient battlefield, it will be a big disaster for Luo Wuzhou.

"I can't do it." The other Jindan Realm leader shook his head.

I really can't do it.

Even if they can rush into the ancient battlefield, they can't quell such forces.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

Countless armor impacted, and the long dragon of armor triggered by the overhaul of the Remnant Soul Hu Zhao of the Izumo Continent Yuan Infant Realm collided with all the remnant soul army arrays.

The remnant soul power impacted, shattering the long dragon, and then crashing towards Hu Zhao like a tide.

Shoot at a primordial infant realm!

A Jindan realm, challenging against the sky!

At this moment, the elites of Luo Wuzhou, who were standing outside the battlefield of Fateluo Mountain, all looked nervous and clenched their fists excitedly.

"Is this the sword cultivator......

"When we practice, we should be so sharp and indomitable!"

These people are elites.

For the elite, they have pride in their hearts.

At this time, watching Zhang Li, who was also a junior elite, challenge a remnant soul of the Yuan Infant Realm, the pride in their hearts was stimulated to the extreme.

In their eyes, Zhang Li is their representative.

"Boom-"

The rushing battle array was directly shattered by the long staff in Hu Zhao's hand.

But the merit power on Zhang Li's body had been shrouded, and those shattered bodies had regrouped, and their bodies were even more condensed, revealing a layer of golden light.

Immortal.

This is an undying battle array!

Hu Zhao's eyes narrowed, and his long wooden staff clenched.

Behind him, the body of a ten-foot-tall blue-gray wasteland wolf converged.

At this time, Zhao Jiyang did not hesitate, laughed, and unsheathed the sword in his hand.

"Kura—"

The sound of the long sword unsheathed resounded through the heavens and the earth, and a dazzling sword light was like a wave surging from the distant sky.

The waves came from far and near, but in an instant, they swelled into huge waves that covered the sky and the sun.

"Zhenhae." Zhang Li whispered softly.

That sword, a replica of the Zhenhai sword, is a spiritual weapon.

That swordsmanship is Zhenhai swordsmanship.

With the power to suppress the Endless Sea, a wave is the destruction of heaven and earth.

Seeing this wave coming at his head, Hu Zhao looked solemn, commanded all the wild waves of the wasteland, and crashed towards the waves.

"Bang-"

The waves drowned the raging waves, then rolled down and rushed towards Hu Zhao.

Hu Zhao's figure retreated backwards, and the wooden staff in his hand lit a golden light curtain to block the waves.

"Hu Zhao, if you can block my Zhao Jiyang's Zhenhai Sword, then I will also call the name of Zhenhai Zhenren in vain!" Zhao Jiyang shouted, and as soon as the long sword was drawn, the sword light exploded.

The exploding sword light pierced out in the waves, and with a single sword, the light curtain was torn apart, and then the waves rushed in front of Hu Zhao.

Hu Zhao gritted his teeth, and the long staff slammed into the ground in front of him, and the wooden staff turned into a huge stone pillar that blocked the waves.

From the beginning of Zhang Li's move, to this time Zhao Jiyang took out his sword, Hu Zhao was obviously pressed and beaten.

This is sword cultivation, once the sword is out, it is the sharp convergence of the world.

"Whew-"

On top of the huge stone pillar, the sound of a trumpet sounded.

Zhao Jiyang laughed even more: "The miscellaneous pieces of Izumo Continent will know how to shake people if you can't beat them." ”

"Even if all of you come to Izumo Island, I, Zhao Jiyang, am not afraid!"

As soon as the sword light was drawn, the cascading waves rushed around, causing the clouds to surge.

Every surging wave is sword light.

Endless sword light!

Zhang Li stood aside, looking at this sword light, with a hint of surprise on his face.

This Zhenhai swordsmanship and his Zhenyue swordsmanship have complementary effects.

Zhenhai, Zhenyue, can be combined, the mountains make up for the sea, and the waves invade the world.

In the end, the mountains and seas become heaven!

"Boom-"

Zhang Li pressed down with a sword.

The mountains smashed into the sea of sword light, stirring up waves of sword light that rushed into the sky.

The mountain helps the water potential, and the mountain borrows the water potential.

The stone pillar that Hu Zhao was standing was hit by the overlapping waves, and cracks appeared on it.

"Click-"

On the stone pillar, a section collapsed directly.

Hu Zhao's face turned pale, gritted his teeth and roared: "Fellow Daoists of Izumo Continent, if I Hu Zhao is defeated, it will be difficult for you to gain a foothold in Ming Luo Mountain!" ”

As his voice vibrate, the superimposed divine soul power in the surrounding heaven and earth pressed down.

Of the five remnant souls of the Immortal Luo Mountain Battlefield that surpassed the Jindan Realm, three of them were all strong people in Izumo Prefecture.

The other two remnant soul forces pressed in, and converged with Hu Zhao's power to form a three-legged tripod, resisting both the waves and the mountains.

Although Zhao Jiyang was strong, he couldn't stop the power of the three of them, and the waves were suppressed.

"Brother Dao Without a Trace, do you want to stay out of the matter?" Zhao Jiyang let out a long shout, and the sword in his hand rushed into layers of waves.

Leave no trace of real people.

Muyamamon seniors.

Zhang Li turned around and looked into the distance.

A golden pillar of light over there, shining with a hint of light, but it didn't move.

"Brother Wuxian Dao, if you don't want to make a move, you will lend me the mountain whip." Zhao Jiyang spoke again.

"Hehe, Zhao Jiyang, I can't help you with this matter." A voice sounded in the distance, and a figure of a Taoist in a green robe appeared.

"If you want to stand up for the younger disciples, why should I stick a pole without a trace?"

Zhang Li is a descendant of Zhao Jiyang's sect, not a descendant of a traceless real person.

Zhao Jiyang snorted coldly.

"Traceless Patriarch, Yu Hui, a junior disciple of Mushan Sect, visits the patriarch——"

In the distance, above the mountains, a shout was heard.

The Traceless True Person was stunned for a moment, turned his head, and his eyes fell on Yu Hui, who was covered in scars.

His face froze, frowning slightly, and then smiling.

"I know that Mushanmen has fallen, but it is also gratifying to see that the junior disciples have the courage to come to Luoshan."

It's not like you want to come here.

Yu Hui and the others fought along the way, and he was the only one left alive among the three.

"Patriarch, if it wasn't for Zhang Lizhang's son to come to the rescue, the disciple wouldn't be able to come to Luoshan."

Yu Hui knelt on the cliff and shouted.

With that, he jumped straight down the cliff. Rush ahead.

"Zhang Gongzi, Yu Hui is here to help you!"

Not far away, others looked at each other.

"Haha, Lu Zhentao is here!" Lu Zhentao let out a long laugh, raised the long knife in his hand, and flew towards the bottom of the cliff.

Zhen Dashu flew up with him.

One by one, figures converged towards the battlefield of Mingluo Mountain.

These Luo Wuzhou elites, who were already enthusiastic, did not hesitate at this time.

Even those sect elites who didn't deal with Zhang Li before also rushed down now.

"Haha, it's a bit of an elitist." Zhao Jiyang smiled, and the sword light that was originally shaking suddenly exploded.

"Boy, are there any immortal talismans?" Zhao Jiyang's voice was full of emotion, and it sounded in Zhang Li's ears.

Seal the Immortal Talisman!

Zhao Jiyang wants to seal the immortal talisman.

He wants to borrow the power of the immortal talisman to transform his strength, improve his combat power, and fight to the death.

Zhang Li hesitated, knowing the turbulence of power in the sea.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand and waved, endless golden light condensed, and a golden talisman flashed.

Outside of this talisman, a large golden seal appeared, and it was pressed down.

The power of divine soul merit turned into a torrent and wrapped Zhao Jiyang's body.

Zhao Jiyang smiled and calmly accepted the edict.

Zhang Li's gaze fell on the long sword in Zhao Jiyang's hand, and with a flip of his palm, Zhen Haizhu appeared.

This is the treasure of the suppression of the Ancient Immortal Court, suppressing the four seas.

This thing is in harmony with the Zhenhai Sword.

Raising his hand, the power in Zhenhai Zhu rushed towards the Zhenhai Sword.

"Boom-"

At this moment, the sky over the entire ancient battlefield revealed a divine light intertwined with gold and sea blue.

On Zhao Jiyang's body, the power of the original Yuan Infant Realm increased like a surge.

Zhang Li's massive merit power infusion made his body full of golden light.

"Boy, have you saved the heavens and the earth, how can you have such a strong merit power......" Zhao Jiyang stood there, condensed a set of golden gowns on his body, and whispered softly.

He looked at the long sword in his hand, and a trace of complexity flashed on his face: "Zhenhai, I can still see the power of Zhenhai." ”

"Zhenhai Sword back then, isn't that like that?"

Holding the sword, endless waves rippled over him.

At this moment, all the fog outside the ancient battlefield dissipated.

Everyone saw a long sword holding up to the sky, and then slashing down.

"Boom-"

The stone pillar in front of the long sword was directly shattered, and Hu Zhao's remnant soul was chopped into pieces under this sword.

Zhang Li's figure moved, stepped out, and slapped a golden immortal talisman in his hand.

In front of him, Hu Zhao's faint remnant soul had a complicated expression, and after struggling a few times, he finally bowed his head.

"Hum—"

Sealed, earth immortal.

(End of chapter)