I was worried that if Han Chusheng struggled, Dao Ji might collapse, so I immediately gave an order to the coachman and asked them to suppress Feng Wuxi, if they could force back, it would naturally be the best.

Because Xiao Cui is about to go to the Xu family station of the ancient clan and cause death, the ancient realm may also kill Xiao Cui.

But if Feng Wuji and the others don't retreat, there is no need to worry.

As soon as my order was passed on, Han Chusheng's saber shattered without warning.

But inside, there seems to be a hidden sword, and there is a sword inside.

A rusty, inconspicuous iron sword.

But it was such an iron sword, but it released an extremely terrifying sword intent on it.

Just by looking at the face, Feng Wuxian was forced back a few steps by the sword intent on the iron sword.

The Seven Kills Sword at my waist also jumped. I can clearly feel that the seven killings are not excited, let alone the idea of fighting, but uneasy.

"What a strong sword intent!" The voice of the Seven Killings came to my mind, full of jealousy.

I also frowned slightly.

A rusty sword, but it released an invincible sword intent, it should be the sword left by Han Wuji.

I thought that the sword of a generation of sword gods would be incomparably gorgeous, but I never thought that it would be so ordinary.

But at this moment, no one can underestimate it.

Boom!

The sword intent was stimulated, and the sound of gold and iron continued to be heard in the air, one stronger than the other, and each sound seemed to hit the depths of a person's soul.

Feng Wuxian was also stimulated by the powerful sword intent on the iron sword at this moment, and he shouted, and the Heavenly Gate turned into a vision in the flickering.

It is a pure land, not big, but it contains infinite power.

In the blink of an eye, the Pure Land grew into a towering mountain, releasing terrifying power and pressing towards the direction of everyone in Shushan.

At this moment, the two coachmen had already entered the Shushan realm and were about to make a move, but I received a message from Han Chusheng: "Gongzi Li, I understand your kindness." However, the dignity of my Shu Mountain is guarded by my Shu Mountain. ”

When I heard this, I realized that there was something wrong with what I was doing, and I immediately asked the driver to stop.

Sword cultivation, indomitable.

Today I am kind enough to help, but it is very likely to destroy the century-old sword heart of Shushan.

However, as soon as the vision of the wind without a trace appeared, the Shushan Sword Array exploded at once, and thousands of disciples staggered back.

However, after only taking a few steps back, and after stabilizing their figures, they still stood straight, all like swords.

The sword formation rose again, and the sword intent reached a higher level.

Feng Wuxian was a little uncontrollable on his face, and shouted: "Today, I will set foot on the Shu Mountain Boundary, and no one can stop it." ”

With the arrogant words and the majestic mountains behind him, no one thought he was lying in vain.

But even so, the rusty iron sword in front of him still made a clang, clang.

However, its owner is long gone, and its call will never be answered again.

A sword in the world seems so lonely.

And Han Chusheng, he doesn't seem to be able to control this sword yet.

However, as soon as I had such a thought, the sword intent of the Shushan Sword Formation fell backwards, and it all fell on Han Chusheng.

Han Chusheng's sword intent, which had already reached its peak, climbed again.

"Sword ......"

Han Chusheng shouted out a word.

However, his breath was unstable, and the words behind him were not shouted.

It's always a little bit worse.

The wind without a trace did not give him a chance to lift his breath, and he stepped out slowly, and the runes under his feet flickered, like a mountain forcibly pressing down.

However, he was self-aware, bypassing Han Wuji's iron sword and forcibly suppressing the Shushan Sword Formation.

In the face of the power of the Heaven Glimpse Realm, no matter how strong the Shushan Sword Formation was, it could not withstand it.

The image of the Greedy Wolf Legion fighting against the Sky Peering Realm immediately came to my mind, and I knew that if Feng Wuxian was a solid step, Shushan would lose at least five or six hundred disciples.

This is the terrible thing about peeping into the sky, and it is also the gap.

I clenched my fists, and my heart was tangled.

Because Shushan intends to use blood to refine swords, if they survive, the sword intent of those who survive will go to a higher level.

But hundreds of lives ......

In the face of the sword formation, Feng Wuxi's step also fell very slowly, but it never stopped, and it continued to fall steadily.

At the same time, he also sneered in his mouth: "Han Wuji's sword is indeed strong, but it's a pity that there is a huge Shu Mountain, and no one can control it." ”

"It's a pity, ridiculous!"

Burst!

In the Shushan Sword Formation, the slightly weaker disciples couldn't bear it, spit blood in their mouths, and they were about to fall to the ground when they staggered, but they were helped up by the people around them and still stood straight.

My spiritual eyes flickered, and I saw that it was impossible for Han Chusheng to control Han Wuji's sword, so I took a deep breath, and was about to give the order to let the coachman take action regardless of Shushan's intentions.

However, at this moment, Han Chusheng gritted his teeth and straightened his back, stretched his hand forward violently, and shouted, "Sword, come!" ”

Boom!

A sword roar seemed to come from the sky, resounding through the sky.

The rusty iron sword, the rust on it fell off, and a shuddering sword intent erupted.

"Whew!"

The iron sword was volleyed in the air, and the sword intent directly forced back the wind without a trace.

The person behind him was even more blown by the sword wind rolled up by the sword intent, and the clothes on his body were instantly cut out one after another.

You must know that the clothes on these people are not ordinary fabrics.

Not to mention the sword wind, even the escaping sword qi is difficult to cut.

But now it's just the sword wind that stirs up the sword intent, and the magic robes on their bodies have become tattered.

The iron sword turned into a streamer of light and flew into Han Chuxian's hand.

However, the terrifying sword intent rushed into his body, his meridians were instantly damaged, and his dantian swelled.

I have to say that Feng Wuji is very accurate in seeing people, and what remains on Han Wuji's sword is invincible sword intent.

Han Chusheng did not have an invincible will, even if he held it in his hand, he couldn't swing a sword.

But Han Chusheng's will was also extremely strong, he forcibly gritted his teeth, and the blood in his mouth kept splashing, and he still wanted to raise the sword.

I have a very strong feeling that as long as he can slash a sword, more than twenty people in the ancient realm will disappear from this world in an instant.

However, under Han Wuji's terrifying invincible sword intent, the iron sword seemed to weigh 10,000 catties, and Han Chusheng's hand that raised the sword shook out a phantom, and he still couldn't lift it.

Seeing this, Feng Wuxian shook his head and said, "Today's Xuan World is really not as good as one generation after another. ”

"This kind of divine sword, falling into your hands, is simply a tyrannical thing, it is better to hand it over to my ancient realm for safekeeping, in less than two years, we will be able to cultivate someone who can hold this sword."

By this time, his abacus beads began to ring.

However, just as his words fell, a person suddenly flew in the distance and landed beside Han Chusheng.

He wore a hat on his head, and the brim of his hat was slightly pressed, covering half of his face.

Holding a broken sword in his left hand, he carried it diagonally on his shoulder, and with the other hand, he firmly held Han Chusheng's hand holding the sword, and said lightly: "If you can't bear it, don't resist hard, you will die!" ”

As soon as his hand grasped Han Chusheng's hand, Han Wuzhi's sword intent calmed down.

"Uncle Korean!" Some of the disciples of Shushan chanted.

"Uncle Korean, it's Uncle Korean!"

After the shout, the people of Shushan were excited, if they didn't have to support the sword formation, they couldn't wait to tell each other.