The mighty sword qi formed a magnificent river, and the torrent rolled and made a thunderous sound. In the vision of the Soul River World Venerable, the entire heaven and earth have been shrouded by endless rivers and tides, and in front of the majesty of this vast heaven and earth, as the World Venerable, he is as helpless and small as a mortal.

The fourth layer of the sword control technique, the artistic conception and momentum have reached the extreme, which can shock the minds of the strong people of the same level. Xu Yang's long-awaited blow, unusually perfect, has touched this level.

However, after all, the Soul River Shizun was a powerhouse of the Eight Tribulations, and he was shocked by his heart, and it was only a moment's work, and then he bit the tip of his tongue, and suddenly came back to his senses under the severe pain.

"Damn...... How can you be restrained? Killing Soul Seal, Axe of Striking Heaven!"

Between the eyebrows of the Soul River World Venerable, that simple and mysterious, murderous killing soul mark suddenly radiated gray mental power, and quickly outlined an arc-shaped huge axe blade! At the same time, the Soul River World Venerable's hands suddenly pushed out, and the majestic Xuan Power continued to pour into the Soul Giant Axe.

In the blink of an eye, a huge transparent axe blade with a diameter of almost a thousand zhang and occupying half of the front hall condensed out, roaring towards the long river of rolling sword qi.

The Killing Soul Seal cast by the Soul River Shizun: The Transformation of the Axe of Striking the Sky is already the strongest killing move he has mastered. However, there was no sense of relaxation in his heart, and a heavy pressure continued to spread. Because from the beginning, he was shocked by the incomparable power of heaven and earth in Xu Yang's fourth-layer swordsmanship. Although it was only a short moment, but the masters competed for each other, only fighting for the first line, and he had lost the opportunity.

Thundered!

The sword qi like the raging waves slammed into the blade of the sky-striking axe, bursting out with the aftermath of thousands of sword qi. Spread wildly around! Except for the other two Eight Tribulation World Venerable Realm battlefields that were fighting fiercely and were not greatly affected, at the door of the front hall, the five Seven Tribulation World Venerables who were fighting fiercely with Ye Xiu Shizun and the Pure Gold Puppets under his command all held their breath to protect themselves, lest they be torn apart by the aftermath of this terrifying sword qi.

"No!"

Soul River Shizun roared in shock and anger, under the pressure of the huge sword qi that was almost endless. The sky-striking axe he slashed out was rapidly shrinking, and finally it was crushed into gray light, floating in all directions!

Although the long river of sword qi has also been hindered to a certain extent, the residual power is still there, sweeping towards the Soul River World Venerable, and it still has a mighty power.

Soul River Shizun only had time to put on a layer of battle armor, and his body was swept away by the sword qi. In the midst of the tide of sword qi, there are countless subtle sword qi at every moment. was stabbing his body, and soon the superb treasure-level battle armor became pitted and tattered.

The sword qi frenzy stopped, and the Soul River Shizun had also been knocked into a wall in the front hall and slowly slid down. On top of his body, the suit of armor had been reduced to countless fragments and scattered all over the ground. And beside the Soul River World Venerable, there are still criss-crossing blood marks. Golden blood flowed out, and the tragic situation was shocking!

"This ...... The Soul River Shizun was defeated?!"

The five Seven Tribulation World-Honored Ones glanced at each other. Rushing out of the hall door with a tacit understanding, he fled the way. They are not stupid people, they have long seen that the situation on the field is not good, and if they continue to stay here, they can only be defeated.

Jin Tianling Shizun was shocked and frightened, he originally wanted to rely on his own body to drag the fat ball. Let the Soul River Shizun clean up Xu Yang as soon as possible and come over to help, but he didn't expect that the Soul River Shizun, who had high hopes, was defeated by Xu Yang head-on! Jin Tianling Shizun was surprised, but he didn't guard against the two claws of the fat ball, and slapped horizontally one left and one right. Swatt him like a fly in the heart of his paws!

"Click!"

A series of thrilling sound of broken bones sounded, and Jin Tianling Shizun screamed miserably, almost fainting. The terrifying strange power of the fat ball is almost not inferior to that of a saint. was slapped in the palm of his hand by such a pair of palms, and he didn't die on the spot, he was already Jin Tianling Shizun's physical body.

"Gollum, can you eat this?" Fat Ball looked at Xu Yang and asked very obediently.

Xu Yang nodded slightly, this can be regarded as the trophy of the fat ball itself.

The fat ball was so happy that he opened his mouth wide, activated his devouring ability, and directly ate Jin Tianling Shizun in one bite.

For Fat Ball, Jin Tianling Shizun is a powerhouse of the Imperial Beast Clan, and cultivating blood energy, a special energy inherited from the barbarian era, has a good boost to its growth. As for Jin Tianling's strong qi and blood, it is also a great tonic.

On the last battlefield, Wu Luo Shizun's face also changed drastically. His sword technique changed repeatedly, and he had not been able to break through the defenses of this desolate saint silver spirit corpse, and his heart had already become anxious. On the other hand, the Desolate Saint Silver Spirit Corpse was still expressionless, and slapped out one palm after another, and the surging gray air current, mixed with a sense of coldness, made Wu Luo Shizun unable to withdraw again.

"Wuluo Shizun, Soul River Shizun has been defeated, and Jin Tianling Shizun has also died. Do you want to continue to resist?" Xu Yang took a step forward, and his majestic power slowly emanated.

"Hmph...... Xu Yang, the old man has not yet fallen to the point of surrendering to you," Wu Luo Shizun's face suddenly turned cold, he put away the Drifting Rain Sword Sacred Weapon, and in his left hand, a dark blue sharp light flashed away.

Xu Yang suddenly felt a great crisis, and hurriedly shouted, "Be careful!" He sensed that the nature of that dark blue light seemed to be biased towards a mental attack, and its target was the Desolate Saint Silver Spirit Corpse.

Although the Desolate Saint Silver Spirit Corpse is physically powerful, its soul defense is undoubtedly a shortcoming. I don't know why Wu Luo Shizun waited until now to launch an attack on the shortcomings of the Desolate Saint Silver Spirit Corpse.

"Soul Slayer?!" Soul River Shizun said in surprise, "Wuluo Shizun, why do you have my Soul Clan's Soul Slayer?" He suddenly realized that it was completely pointless to pursue this now, what really mattered was to defeat Xu Yang and his party, at least to fight for a chance to escape.

Wu Luo Shizun is also helpless, this soul-killing mang is the holy weapon of the soul clan, and the means he obtained are not glorious. But now, I can't do so much.

A dark blue sharp long needle, as if it had penetrated the distance of space, appeared directly between the eyebrows of the desolate saint silver spirit corpse and pierced into it.

In the eyes of the Desolate Saint Silver Spirit Corpse, two feet of golden light suddenly burst out, and then the Silver Spirit Corpse, which had never spoken, snorted and sat on the ground with its head in its hands.

"Hmph, the Soul Killer Mang is my Soul Clan's holy weapon, it has a strong penetrating lethality at the soul level, and it is used to deal with the Desolate Saint Silver Spirit Corpse that is strong in the flesh but weak in mental defense, it is no better!" Soul River Shizun said, then looked at the somewhat embarrassed Wu Luo Shizun, and said, "Wu Luo Daoist rest assured, as long as you can get out of this predicament, the old man will never ask about the matter of killing souls." ”

Xu Yang's eyes were fixed on the Desolate Saint Silver Spirit Corpse, and he couldn't help but worry about it. This is the carrier of the Desolate Sage's transfer to the path of corpse cultivation, and once it is damaged, the wish of the Desolate Sage's predecessor will be in vain.

In the center of the eyebrows of the Desolate Saint Silver Spirit Corpse, the long needle that was deeply embedded seemed to have encountered great resistance, and it was actually pulled out inch by inch! In the end, the blue long needle with a trace of golden blood was expelled entirely, as if there was an invisible wall pushing it from within the eyebrows of the Desolate Saint Silver Spirit Corpse!

"Impossible! How could my clan's holy weapon be resisted by a corpse refiner?" exclaimed the Soul River Shizun in shock, his face unacceptable.

Between the eyebrows of the Desolate Saint Silver Spirit Corpse, a miniature sword-shaped mark suddenly appeared, and then disappeared in a flash.

"It's ...... The back hand left by the Sword Saint senior?" Xu Yang had been paying attention to the movement of the Desolate Saint Silver Spirit Corpse, and naturally he did not miss this sword-shaped mark. He suddenly realized that in the Ancient Sword Tomb, when the Sword Saint re-refined the Silver Spirit Corpse, he had already prepared a defense against the attack of the Mind for it.

It's right to think about it, how could a strong person like the Sword Saint leave such a big flaw in the powerful Desolate Saint Silver Spirit Corpse. Thinking of this, Xu Yang couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

"Hehe, Wuluo Shizun, Soul River Shizun, it seems that your final counterattack did not cause any trouble to our side. Xu Yang said with a smile and looked at the two Eight Tribulation World-Honored Daoists who were already standing side by side in the corner on the west side of the front hall.

"Xu Yang, you are indeed amazing. Wu Luo Shizun said in a muffled voice, "But the two of us are leaving, and you can't stop us!"

As he spoke, Wu Luo Shizun's hands quickly formed a seal, drawing arcs one after another! Each arc was rippling with water-blue waves, quickly solidifying, forming pieces of water mirrors, extending from the front of Wu Luo Shizun all the way to the outside of the hall.

"Huh?" A bad thought surged in Xu Yang's heart, and he rushed forward and slammed into Wuluo Shizun with a punch.

"It's late...... While you were observing the condition of the silver spirit corpse, the old man had been preparing to escape. Fog Concealment, the Art of a Thousand Mirrors!"

The last seal of the Wuluo Shizun was formed, and he grabbed the sluggish Soul River Shizun, and the figures of the two of them faded at the same time, reflecting on the nearest water mirror. Immediately after that, the water mirror was refracted, and the images of the two disappeared almost in the blink of an eye.

Xu Yang slapped it angrily, and the Xuanli palm with a radius of hundreds of zhang directly smashed dozens of water mirrors in the front hall. However, the figures of the Wuluo Shizun and the Soul River Shizun have completely disappeared.

"Damn it...... There are too many ways for these Eight Tribulation World Venerables to escape for their lives, and each one is more slippery than the other. It's a very difficult task to kill them all......"

Xu Yang shook his head and sighed deeply.

Just when Xu Yang regretted it, a white shadow rushed to his shoulder, and then a furry touch came from his neck.

"Fat ball?" Xu Yang turned his head to see that the little guy was still holding a storage ring in his mouth, shaking it and shaking it, as if he was asking for credit.

"Could this be the storage ring left by Jin Tianling Shizun?" Xu Yang suddenly woke up and took the swarthy ring. (To be continued......)