And that's not all.

At this moment, even the ten sword platforms are all vertical and horizontal, and the sword light is full of flowers.

Blood!

At the fastest speed, the entire sky battlefield was dyed red.

"A bunch of garbage, get out of here!"

"This small sword platform is mine, and I am the pride of the young generation of swordsmanship!"

Instantly.

A white-robed young man, holding a three-foot short sword, stepped on the small sword platform, and the sword skills in his hand were endless.

It's almost a sword that kills a sword cultivator who flies up!

"Noise!"

In an instant, a red-robed woman's sword flew out, the sword rose and fell, and the former's head flew out in an instant.

"It's the Holy Maiden of the Red Flower Sword Sect, Xu Honghua!"

There were a group of young sword cultivators around, and their pupils shrank.

Quasi-pinnacle sword immortal!

This kind of combat power is undoubtedly the best among the younger generation of their Infinite Emperor Domain Sword Dao!

Correct.

She hadn't yet stood on the small sword platform.

Wang Xuan took out his sword.

"I'll meet you!"

Wang Xuan snorted coldly, slapped his big hand, and a sword coffin behind him quickly opened.

More than a dozen rays of light erupted.

That is, a dozen swords, soaring into the sky.

Towards the Xu saffron is overwhelming.

"Wang Xuan of Sword Valley, I want to see what you are capable of!"

Xu Honghua's beautiful eyes froze, and she shot out a flying sword with both hands, running the sword technique, and the surrounding void quickly set off an amazing hurricane.

With the momentum of stormy waves!

The two are constantly contending.

"Xu Honghua is defeated!"

In the distance, Chen Yanran just glanced at it lightly, and knew the result.

Sure enough.

Wang Xuan stomped into the void.

Sleeve robe swing out!

The former's face turned pale in an instant, and he was defeated directly.

"Who else?"

Looking at the young sword cultivators around him who were constantly ascending the sword platform, Wang Xuan's momentum was like a rainbow, killing sword after sword.

Immediately, a great shock force was formed.

Frightened, some young sword cultivators were full of tremors, and they didn't dare to take another half step on the sword platform.

Quiet!

It's a quiet area.

Su Xie stepped on the void step by step.

In the opposite direction of him, suddenly at this time, a blood-robed young man appeared, with the same posture, stepping on the void and walking towards the small sword platform.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that Su Xie was about to ascend the sword platform.

Wang Xuan's face changed.

Liu Shaocheng, who also wanted to step forward to fight, immediately stopped at this moment and shook his head.

"That's it, this time, we are the younger generation of the Flying Sword Sect, and we don't have a chance."

His holy son, Liu Changkong, finally gave up after completely seeing the momentum exuded by Su Xie.

"Who's that man?"

"It's the Emperor of the Wilderness! In the past few days, in my Ten Thousand Swords City, it has been spreading! ”

Someone explained.

"It turned out to be him!"

"But who is that man?"

Someone has a word to say.

The eyes of many young sword cultivators were staring at the blood-robed young man who stepped into the air on the opposite side.

"Evil Sword Cultivation!"

"He's an evil sword cultivator!"

After Wang Xuan saw it clearly, his face suddenly became even more ugly.

"Now that you know, you waste, why don't you quickly roll down and give up the position of this sword platform?"

The blood-robed young man's voice was cold, and his words were full of arrogance.

"You!"

Wang Xuan was about to speak.

"Then you die!"

The blood-robed young man didn't bother to look at him, and a fierce sword aura rose from his fingertips, and his fingers flew out.

Click!

At the moment when Wang Xuan took out his sword.

Break it with a sword!

Wang Xuan's head flew out.

Seeing the group of young sword cultivators below, they were dumbfounded.

"Kengen!"

"Oh my God, he actually has a sword root!"

"It's Hu Yan! Among the evil sword cultivators, the proudest Tianjiao, Hu Yan! ”

This moment.

Rao is Liu Shaocheng and others also had to turn pale.

To know.

Since ancient times, they sword monks have been inseparable from this evil sword cultivator!

"Tianjiao Wang Xuan of the Sword Valley faction? That's it. ”

"It's really a waste to the extreme, I thought it was a great character!"

Hu Yan stepped onto the small sword platform and kicked horizontally.

Poof.

That Wang Xuan's corpse flew out in an instant, shocking those young sword cultivators.

Everyone, take a deep breath, and don't dare to make any rash moves.

Quasi-Extreme Sword Immortal!

This kind of sword qi fluctuation was powerful enough for them to suffocate.

"Haha, today, this young generation's swordsmanship, I, Hu Yan, occupy it!"

"Who else? If you are not satisfied, you can take the stage to fight! ”

Hu Yan's expression was unruly, with his hands behind his back, and he had the potential to be at the top of the mountain, and he could see the momentum of the mountains at a glance.

Speechless!

Xu Shaocheng, Chen Yanran and others stared at Hu Yan with dead eyes.

"Liu Changkong of the Flying Sword Sect, I heard, you are very strong? Do you dare to come and fight! ”

Hu Yan laughed proudly, his eyes overlooking the willow sky, full of disdain.

"Let's fight!"

Liu Changkong snorted coldly, lifted dozens of flying swords, and rushed over.

Whew!

The sword rained down.

The corners of Hu Yan's mouth rose slightly, and he said: "I have some ability, but in my eyes, it is still no different from waste." ”

"Die!"

Hu Yan's words fell, volleying a little.

Behind him, a sword casket.

Shoot an amazing sword!

"What! The best spirit sword! ”

"This is a gem!"

Liu Shaocheng's face was ugly, and he exclaimed: "It's not good, you quickly withdraw it!" ”

"Can't withdraw, poof!"

Liu Changkong was talking, and the flying swords he swung out were slashed by Hu Yan with a sword, and the whole person was like a kite with a broken string, and the sky battlefield fell.

On the spot, he was knocked unconscious on a ground at the foot of Ten Thousand Swords City, dying.

"Brother!"

Looking at this scene, Liu Shaocheng was furious.

"Haha, waste is waste, are you going to die too?"

Hu Yan sneered, the sword in his hand flashed with dazzling cold light, and he was not enjoying enough killing.

Hear the words.

Liu Shaocheng's eyes were scarlet, and he finally retreated, and hurriedly rescued Liu Changkong.

"The one from the Chen family, come over and fight!"

"Don't worry, I, Hu someone, know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and at most I will leave you half a life!"

Hu Yanyan smiled, glanced at Chen Yanran, and said with a smile: "But then again, you have a bit of posture!" ”

"If I can kneel down and confess that I am Lord, I will not be able to give you this position."

Hu Yan had a hint of covetousness in his eyes.

"Dengzi, you are looking for death!"

In the face of Hu Yan's frivolous words.

Present, some young sword cultivators who had admired Chen Yanran for a long time also took the stage one after another.

Thereinto.

There is no shortage of mediocre and young hidden sword cultivators.

"Tsk, okay, I'll kill you!"

There was an evil smile on the corner of Hu Yan's mouth, and he lifted the superb spirit sword, and kept slashing out the cold light.

Ahhh

The screams rang out.

"Kengen! It is worthy of the posture of the root of the sword! ”

"It seems that among the younger generation of this sword meeting, this Hu Yan is destined to be the most dazzling new star."

"The afterlife is terrifying."

Now.

Outside the sky battlefield, the Five Dao Emperor Thrones slowly rose.

That is, the eyes of the five emperors, all looked at Hu Yan who occupied the small sword platform and killed all directions.