The dense long sword, drawn from the hands of the soldiers on both sides, was pulled by a strange force, and flew away.

Chu Yi and Xiaoyanzi, who had experienced this scene, were not surprised, and looked up in the direction of Yang Xi and the Buddha Sage.

This is also the direction in which many long swords fly past.

The warrior above the end can suppress the long sword in his hand and not fly away.

"Is this Shiro's trick?"

It was the first time Liu Yun had seen this scene.

"Hmm." Chu Yi nodded.

Burst~

At this moment, the red sand, which had been squirming under everyone's feet, suddenly broke open.

A black thing flew out.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they looked at it and realized that it was a long sword buried under the Red Lake in an unknown age.

Although the shape of the entire long sword is barely complete.

But the whole long sword has been eroded and rusted, and it looks tattered.

This is Red Lake!

The Three Holy Kingdoms and the Yang Family Army of Great Xia have been entangled in the Chihu battlefield for more than 20 years.

Under the entire Red Lake, I don't know how many white bones were buried, and the same weapons were left in the Red Lake, and then buried by the wind and sand, I don't know how many.

As the red sand squirmed, another... To be precise, it was a half-truncated sword that flew out from under the red sand.

It was only half-cut and rusty, but it still flew out.

Puff puff~

More and more mutilated broken swords flew out from under the red sand of the Red Lake.

Dense...

Obscuring the sky...

Not many of these weapons are complete, most of them are mutilated, and even if some of them are complete, they are rusty.

Every remnant sword is a trace of a battle, the end of a warrior.

It is also a continuation of the will.

Although most of these long swords were tattered and rusty, they were all sharp at the moment.

Then, these rusty remnants of the sword flew in that direction immediately after the long swords of the soldiers who had been dragged just now.

They have to fight at the end.

"These swords..."Yang Yanxuan stared at this scene blankly.

Among these long swords, he recognized many acquaintances... Or familiar with the sword, there are those who were once his comrades-in-arms, there are those who are guarded by his side, and there are also those he has given to some outstanding soldiers.

Unknowingly, this red lake has buried so many loyal souls.

Of course, there are also some left behind by the soldiers of the Three Holy Kingdoms.

Buzzing~

These remnant swords, shaking through the space, flew towards the final battlefield.

…

The two-hundred-zhang golden palm print covered the down.

The Buddha saw that Yang Yan, who had "given up", slowly propped up one palm, and his body was filled with a layer of sword momentum that made people's hearts.

"Still dying?"

Feeling the sword momentum permeating Yang Shi's body, the Buddha's face was slightly ugly.

This guy is really difficult to deal with, and this sword momentum is terrifying to feel.

However, seeing that Yang Xian raised his palm and did not make the next move, the Buddha Sage showed a hint of a smile again.

The golden palm print is already approaching, if Yang Shi doesn't respond, he won't have a chance.

The Buddha looked at Yang Xian's appearance at this time, standing in place with a suppressed sword momentum, and raised his right hand with the five fingers open.

Could it be that he still wants to hold this huge golden palm print with one hand?

Thinking of this, the corners of the Buddha's mouth couldn't help but show a hint of sarcastic smile.

Because of the previous battle, the red sand in their position had already been shaken into the distance, so the red sand moved, and it didn't happen around here.

The Buddha naturally didn't know what Yang Shi was going to do with a palm.

The golden palm print of two hundred zhang quickly covered down.

It's close!

But Yang Xi also showed a hint of a smile.

It's here!

Airplanes!

Rumble!

Just when the huge golden palm of two hundred zhang was about to slap Yang Shi's body.

Suddenly, the entire huge golden palm print, as if it had been hit hard, trembled.

Moreover, the power contained in the golden palm print was rapidly dissipating at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye.

"What?!" The Buddha's face changed.

Looking up, the golden light that obscures the sky and the sun cannot be seen.

Then the Buddha Saint hurriedly used the perspective of the huge Buddha Dharma Appearance covered on his body, and the entire Buddha Dharma Aspect was controlled by the Buddha Saint, which could naturally be easily done.

The guy at the pinnacle was just a tool man to assist him.

From the perspective of the Buddha's dharma, the Buddha finally saw it.

Above the sky, above the golden palm print, dense long swords roared, like a waterfall pouring down from the sky.

The torrent of long swords pouring down was terrifying, each long sword carried a terrifying sword intent, and the golden palm prints continued to tremble, and the power was also rapidly dissipating.

"What is this?"

The Buddha's eyes widened.

Although he didn't know what the situation of these long sword waterfalls was, the Buddha Saint knew that it was definitely related to Yang Xi's strange posture and the sword momentum on his body.

The Buddha is unwilling, very unwilling.

Seeing that you can directly pinch that difficult guy to death, why did it suddenly change again!

But even if he is unwilling, there is nothing he can change in this situation.

The power of those long sword torrents is terrifying.

In just this moment, the power contained in this golden palm print was weakened by one-third.

The Buddha Saint saw that the torrent of those long swords hit the back of the golden palm print, and many long swords were directly shocked away.

However, those long swords that were shocked away, as if they had spirituality, did not fall to the ground, but after going around in a circle, they returned to the height of the torrent of long swords and slammed down again.

Burst...

Under the gaze of the Buddha, the huge golden palm print was blasted out of a big hole in the middle.

Then those long swords roared, shuttled directly, and then all surrounded Yang Shi's side.

Suddenly, the Buddha's eyes saw something, and his pupils showed shock again.

A "dark cloud" suddenly shrouded down.

The Buddha saw it very clearly, what kind of dark clouds this was.

And the dense remnant of the sword!

Compared with the torrent of long swords just now, these sword weapons this time are all incomplete.

But the number far exceeded the torrent of swords just now.

Immediately afterwards, in the unbelievable gaze of the Buddha, this "dark cloud" slammed into the golden palm.

Rumble!

The remaining power of the golden palm print was directly dispersed.

Then, the huge golden palm print naturally dissipated.

Subsequently, the dense long swords all wrapped around Yang Shi's body.

The terrifying sword momentum on Yang Xi's body began to resonate with these long swords, and each long sword began to be sharp, containing terrifying sword momentum.

Including those mutilated sword weapons summoned from under the red sand, this moment seems to have returned to their peak moment.

Each long sword flashed with a cold glow.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

When the Buddha saw this scene, his face turned pale and muttered to himself.

The full version of the peerless martial arts!

Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!