Everywhere the white light went, small white whirlpools rolled up, mixed with a huge tearing force and attacked the black figure.

Those jet-black figures seemed to be very afraid of this force, and when they saw Bai Mang approaching, they hurriedly retreated. Gu Qingquan stared at the huge white mark, and something seemed to suddenly spring out of his mind, but he couldn't grasp the slightest clue.

I clearly felt the power of light that came from the white seal, holy and gentle. It was as if there was nothing in the world that could be cleaner than this breath, and could purify all the filth in this world. Bursts of sharp roar came from the black figure, and then it was twisted into pieces by the white swirl. I was never able to stand up in half like before, and I was completely obliterated by this holy force.

Seeing this, the seven people of the temple glanced at each other, and suddenly strengthened the strength of their hands, and the huge white mark shook violently, and the white mangs swept out frantically, shattering the figures that had gathered the filthy qi, and they were all wiped out in a few breaths. The blood mist in the entire large array was violently tumbling by this bright aura.

The strange tone of the piano in the array gradually weakened until it disappeared completely.

Ling Cangjiang's body trembled slightly, and Gu Qingquan clearly felt the vitality that Fang had just instilled in himself, and it was instantly extracted by the large array.

"The heirs of the Seven Swords of Holy Light are really extraordinary. Qian Xiangyan's voice sounded in the Ninety-Nine Blood Array, which was originally a compliment, but at this time, it changed its taste. The seven members of the temple clenched their swords and looked around vigilantly.

As Qian Yaoyan's words fell, a nerve-piercing tune resounded abruptly in the sky!

The timbre is deep but has a strong penetrating power, and the transformation is extremely fast, like a drum, like a sheng, like a qin, and like a seren.

"A bloody song, a soul-breaking death!"

As soon as this voice sounded, even the more than 100 powerhouses of the Honorable and Saint levels who were sitting in the formation felt without exception that the entire space seemed to be filled with a cold sword in an instant!

It seems that there are hundreds of millions of life-killing long swords, gathered in the Ninety-Nine Blood Array, ready to attack!

At this moment, the entire Nine-Nine Blood Demon Great Array burned and exploded all the blood mist in the array, instantly forming a huge blood-red air mass in mid-air.

As soon as the tune sounded, the sound was extremely sharp and fierce!

The Seven Swords of the Temple looked solemnly into the air, leaving their backs to their companions, and the long swords pointed diagonally into the air. The breath of holiness and light erupted against each other, and a pride that did not admit defeat rose to the sky.

"It is said that the Supreme Temple has never been defeated, whether it is true or not, this son will wait and see. Qian Xiangyan chuckled, and the melody that echoed in the formation suddenly emitted a syllable of a word.

With a "boom", something seemed to burst suddenly in mid-air. Immediately, in the blood-red air mass that exuded a fishy smell, countless blood-red lightsabers instantly evolved! At a cursory glance, there were as many as 10,000 swords, and the tip of the sword turned and aimed at the seven people of the temple in unison.

The bloody and gloomy aura rushed to his face, smashing heavily into the hearts of the Seven Swords of the Temple.

Even Gu Qingquan, who was hidden in Ling Cangjiang's body, couldn't help but smash his mouth, looking at the dense lightsaber in shock, such a killing array, it was really worthy of the word blood!

The seven people in the temple glanced at each other, and three of them immediately stood up, their long swords floating in front of them, their hands standing on both sides of the long sword, and a rich aura of light surging out from their palms.

"Wall of Aurora!"

Under the loud and distant shout, three white rings gradually appeared at the feet, and then connected into a large ring that was directly about ten meters long, and the dazzling white light was infinitely close to materialization, like a wall of light dozens of feet high, enveloping all seven people.

Gu Qingquan stared at the white ring, and suddenly remembered that in the battle with the shrine, Ye Ziyi's dying blow seemed to have a similar mark......

Blinked vigorously, forcibly suppressed the sadness that suddenly struck, and set his eyes on the formation again. As the carrier of the soul, Ling Cangjiang clearly felt the pain of Gu Qingquan, resonating in general, and sighed faintly.

Under the protection of the three, the other four immediately launched a strong counterattack. An endless aura of slaughter instantly enveloped this space. More than 10,000 blood-red lightsabers, mixed with sharp whistling, swooped down from mid-air!

"Phantom of Light!"

"Qi runs through Changhong!"

The four figures swung their swords and leaped up under the shroud of the wall of light, and the long swords pierced the blood-red air mass in mid-air. The four long swords emitted a dazzling white light and rose into the sky.

The first sword was in the middle, and the long sword in his hand swallowed out a three-zhang long sword, just like holding a giant sword, and there was a big sword that poked the blood-colored qi mass into a momentum that was divided on both sides! The other three people were around the left and right, and the white long sword was also real and illusory, and dozens of sword lights and shadows were slashed from all directions.

The space cracked through the pitch-black space, overflowing from time to time with a few traces of heart-palpitating crushing power. Feeling this terrifying majesty, whether it was Gu Qingquan's body imprisoned in mid-air, or Ling Cangjiang's body carrying Gu Qingquan's soul, his nerves tensed.

Exhaling a mouthful of turbid air, Gu Qingquan forcibly suppressed the throbbing in his heart. This sword, I'm afraid that the entire Sword Saint ruins, can poke a hole!

In the dense rain of arrows, the first sword held the giant sword and slashed straight up without dodging, and those blood-red small lightsabers shattered into powder after making a popping sound in the dazzling white light.

The strange thing was that those blood-red lightsabers did not turn into nothing after they shattered, but turned into a blood mist in the sky and returned to that blood-red air mass. If these red lightsabers are compared to fighter jets, then that blood-red air mass is an aircraft carrier, or a very energy-efficient super aircraft carrier!

In the blink of an eye, the first sword had already soared out for dozens of meters. With a loud bang, the dazzling giant sword had already stabbed into the blood-red air mass, and the sword light of the other three people also fell.

Immediately after, the blood-red air mass only contracted and expanded violently, and the four of them smashed to the ground at a faster speed than they rose.

The full force of the four Martial Saint powerhouses attacked, and Gu Qingquan's eyes could stab the entire Sword Saint Ruins through the hole! At this moment, it looked so pale, but it was just a breath of time, and several people were injured and fell to the ground.

Gu Qingquan only felt that the vitality in Ling Cangjiang's body had been drained again, and the entire large array was only slightly flickering, and it was immediately recovered.

Some sympathetically looked at the seven people in the temple, you are just seven martial saints, the highest cultivation of the first sword is only a four-star martial saint, there are one hundred and nine people in the Yin Luo Ghost Brake, and there are more than twenty people who have cultivated more than four-star martial saints, it is hell to be able to take advantage!

"What is the role of that wall of light?" Gu Qingquan looked at the wall of light enveloping the seven people in puzzlement, and the soul power was scattered in wisps, only a fool would believe that this wall of light was just a simple defense!

The four of them fell to the ground in embarrassment, wiping the blood from the corners of their mouths and sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking up at the blood-red air mass, their eyes flashing constantly.

"Sure enough!" At the moment when the white light flashed on several people's bodies, Gu Qingquan muttered in a low voice, habitually wanting to reach out and brush the broken hair in front of his forehead, but when he raised his hand, he found that it was not his body, and he put down his hand again.

There was not a single trace of aura in the blood mist, and they were able to recover the consumed aura under such conditions, and the speed of recovery was still very fast! The methods of Westerners were indeed not simple.

"What, are you going to admit defeat?" Qian Yuyan, who was sweeping the formation, looked at the few people sitting on the ground and asked, his tone was as gentle as ever, but it made people feel that there was an indescribable tease in it.

"Against the seven of us, more than 100 of you are in formation, and the Yin Luo Ghost Brake is really majestic!" the seventh sword snorted disdainfully.

"We always only pursue results, as for the process, is it important?" As if hearing the funniest joke in the world, Qian Xiangyan laughed.

The first sword quietly resumed not speaking, clutching the small wing-shaped stone in his left hand, thinking about something.

"A villain with filth at heart!"

"It seems that today's bet, Ben Gongzi has won! Such a tempting bet......" Qian Yuyan said in a good mood.

"Do you really think that our Supreme Temple is easy to bully? The first sword, which seemed to be struggling with something, immediately had a resolute look on his face when he heard the word bet.

"Oh?" Qian said softly, mockingly.

The first sword didn't say anything, just took a deep breath, put away the long sword, took off the small wing-shaped stone hanging on his left hand, and put it in the palm of his hand, and a terrifying light aura overflowed from the small stone. Several other people looked at the first sword and silently did the same thing.

At the moment when several people took out the stone, Qian Yuyan and Gu Qingquan sat up straight at the same time, and looked straight at the past with their eyes.

Gu Qingquan remembered very well that that day in the Bright Moon Canyon, it was this wing-shaped white stone that escaped with the Seven Swords of the Temple and disturbed his mind.

I saw the seven people stretch out their right hands, and a white light swept across their fingers, and the essence blood dripped onto the wing-shaped stone. The wing-shaped stone that had sucked the essence blood seemed to grow in size, emitting a soft glow, and gently floated on the chests of the seven people.

As the seven people slowly poured the light qi in their bodies into the wing-shaped stone, the entire large array began to shake, and there was a faint feeling that the Ninety-Nine Blood Demon was about to be broken, and the speed at which the aura and vitality in Ling Cangjiang's body were losing more and more quickly.

The Seven Swords of the Temple continued to drip essence blood into the stones floating in front of their chests, and their mouths seemed to be saying something.

"The strongest light in the world, my lifelong faith. Please return to the chaos and filth of the world, let the fear disappear, let the courage return, and tear apart the evil ...... of the world with this power."

This is not the language of the Eastern Continent, but Gu Qingquan understands it strangely.

"Listen to my request, and accept my blood alliance!!" the seven shouted in a low voice as if they had exhausted their last strength.

There was a click, and it seemed that something had been broken. Qian Yuyan looked at the surging aura waves in the air, and a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.