The next moment.

Luo Fuxing's eyes narrowed, and he shouted coldly in his heart.

"Nine Heavens God Slayer Sword Formation - Second Form, Infinite Sword Soul!"

In the sky above his head, the Nine Heavens God Slaughter Sword Array suddenly erupted into a dazzling array of light!

Even half of the sky was illuminated by that burst of light, as if it were day.

At the same time.

From the sword array, there seemed to be some kind of mysterious power, which came out and shot towards the Xuanyuan Sword Shrine.

When the Reincarnation God Master Sword joined the sword array, the God Slaughter Sword Array had new attributes.

Zheng Zheng!

A burst of rapid sword roars, from the Xuanyuan Sword Shrine, high-frequency vibration!

It's as if he was inspired by the Sword of God Slayer's position.

The rapidity of the sword roared so strongly, it was terrifying.

"This is!?" Wan Tianhao hurriedly looked at the Xuanyuan Sword Shrine and exclaimed, "How is this possible!?" ”

"The 100,000 flying swords in the sword mound are all decayed into dust, but how can there be a sound of sword roaring!?"

The sword mound, the 100,000 flying swords buried by the 100,000 Xuanyuan monks, were all turned into iron powder.

This is what Wan Tianhao saw with his own eyes.

But now, where did the dense sound of swords come from?

Luo Fu said indifferently: "The sword also has a soul. ”

The soul of the sword is the spirit of the sword!

This is, the second form, the immeasurable sword soul, the terrifying place!

The immeasurable sword soul is actually a growth-type killing move!

100,000 Xuanyuan monks, 100,000 buried flying swords, all with sword spirits!

And the immeasurable sword soul can take the sword spirit for its own use.

The more sword spirits you absorb, the more powerful this move will be!

The next moment.

A sword spirit suddenly rose into the air from the Xuanyuan Sword Tomb, turned into a streamer, and flew towards the God Slaughter Sword Array!

From the streamer, there was a hoarse voice coming out.

"The Xuanyuan clan, Li Xiuyuan's sword spirit, is ordered to kill the enemy!"

The next moment.

The dense light of the sword spirit rose one after another, breaking through the sky!

One hundred sword spirits, five hundred sword spirits, one thousand sword spirits!

Two thousand, five thousand, nine thousand, ten thousand!

Twenty thousand, fifty thousand, ninety thousand, one hundred thousand!

Every streamer is a sword spirit!

100,000 sword spirits collectively rose into the air, the scene was so vast and spectacular, it made the stars lose color and make the bright moon gloomy!

Among the sword spirits that were speeding in, there were heavy, angry, cold, or indifferent voices floating out one after another.

"The Xuanyuan clan, the sword spirit of Xuantiangang, is ordered to kill the enemy!"

"The Xuanyuan clan, the sword spirit of Zhao Chenghai, was ordered to kill the enemy in accordance with the sword master's last wish!"

"Xuanyuan clan, the sword spirit ...... of the royal city"

"Xuanyuan clan, Sun Tianhao's sword spirit ......"

Sword spirits, deeply influenced by the sword intent of the sword master, are different.

Some sword spirits are full of murderous aura, like dead soldiers on the battlefield.

Some are as ethereal as immortals, like monks with fairy wind.

Others are as fierce as demons and can tear all enemies apart!

Each sword spirit has inherited the will of the sword master during his lifetime, and it can be said that a hundred flowers are blooming and competing for beauty.

And at this moment, the 100,000 sword spirits who were deeply inspired by the God Slaughter Sword Array, with 100,000 different personalities, all adhered to the same belief.

Return to the battlefield!

Slaughter the enemy for thousands of miles!

One hundred thousand sword spirits collectively rose into the air, like a waterfall swimming upstream!

Wan Tianhao watched this scene, and felt a throbbing from the bottom of his heart!

Killing Intent!

Killing intent that covers the sky and the sun!

Inside the sword mound, all are buried swords!

And the burial sword itself is the last evidence of the deceased sword master's stay in the world!

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

100,000 sword spirits, all into the God Slaughter Sword Array.

The four god-level flying swords, as the master of the sword array, immediately put 100,000 sword spirits into the sword curtain, and gave 100,000 sword spirits to the entity!

Every sword spirit has been materialized!

The next moment!

Luo Fu single-fingered sky.

Woohoo blah blah!

100,000 sword spirits, out of the sword curtain, catharsis.

These sword spirits were like loyal guardians, enveloping Luo Fu densely in the middle area.

In the space surrounding Luo Fu, every step is a sword!

Every zhang is a sword!

100,000 sword spirits, silently suspended, ready at any time!

On the other side, Wan Tianhao's scalp was numb in shock, and the soles of his feet were cold.

He could truly feel that these sword spirits were not at the same level as the tiny sword rays before Luo Fu!

The fear of death loomed over him, causing him to lose control.

In great fear, Wan Tianhao roared angrily to give himself courage: "Pretend to be a god and make a ghost!" ”

"Wait until I smash your sword spirit with one punch!"

"Long live the magic feat! Forever! ”

Wan Tianhao sang the praises of the demon exercises, and did his best to blast at Luo Fu, the strongest punch!

This punch is two fists at the same time!

Rumble!

A ray of red light with a diameter of ten zhang pierced through the space, destroyed the void, and exploded towards Luo Fu.

Luo Fu stood with his hands in his hands, standing in the infinite sword spirit.

He looked indifferent, raised his arm slightly, and pointed at Wan Tianhao.

Buzzing!

100,000 upside-down sword spirits, collectively turning, pointing at Wan Tianhao!

Luo Fu's tone was indifferent and he spit out a word.

"Kill."

Word exit.

100,000 sword spirits, pour out the nest!

Endless sword spirits, covering the sky and the sun!

At this moment, on every sword spirit, in a trance, there was a trace of trance afterimage, presented.

Every remnant is a sword spirit, the master of life.

The monks of the 100,000 Xuanyuan clan had fierce eyes and murderous intent.

Holding the sword of their love, they return to the battlefield and drink the blood of their enemies!

The red light rays that attacked from the opposite side met with 100,000 sword spirits.

The dense sword spirit flooded and devoured the red rays in an instant!

Even when the ants reach infinity, even the dragon in front of them is not worth mentioning!

The red rays are penetrated by thousands of holes, and there is no piece of armor left.

Wan Tianhao's line of sight couldn't squeeze into the gap of the Infinite Sword Spirit at all, let alone see the fate of his red rays.

But he could feel it, the ray was gone!

Not to be shattered, but directly erased!

And the infinite sword spirit, in his sight, was coming towards him magnificently.

Wan Tianhao's pupils constricted, and he fled in shock.

He fought hard, unleashing the most magic power in the most extreme state.

The speed of the demon body was stretched to the limit, like a red lightning bolt, and it dodged quickly!

Call!

One hundred thousand sword spirits, clinging to Wan Tianhao's thousand-zhang demon body, rushed by.

That Wan Tianhao had fled fast enough.

But I still felt that the lower half of my body was slightly numb, and I lost consciousness.

He looked down in shock, and at this glance, he screamed in panic.

"My legs!"

"Where's my leg!"

Wan Tianhao, waist-high, was gnawed by 100,000 sword spirits!

The lower body, gone!

"Ahh

"Give me growth, give me healing!"

The demonic body with the ability to resurrect against the sky began to repair itself.

Where it was broken up at the waist, it was thrown out of dense flesh and blood tentacles!

These tentacles are intertwined with each other, weaving wildly.

A pair of legs, in just one breath, weave an inch of leg roots.

It is this kind of demon race's resurrection ability that makes countless true immortals and true gods suffer when the gods and demons fight.

And the same scene, eight million years later, is playing out again.

Luo Fuxing's eyes narrowed, and he said indifferently: "I want to see if you grow more fiercely, or if I cut faster!" ”

With that, the 100,000 Sword Spirits quickly turned around and rushed towards Wan Tianhao overwhelmingly.

Wan Tianhao roared in panic and roared, and from a pair of demon eyes, he shot out two straight beams of magic light towards the 100,000 sword spirits!

He himself fled in panic.

Those two demonic light beams were overwhelmed, eaten, and erased by 100,000 sword spirits!

Then, like a tide, it swept over Wan Tianhao.

When the sword spirit flies away.

This time, Wan Tianhao even disappeared from his stomach.

There is only a pair of chests, a pair of magic arms, and a demon head!

This scene shocked all the enemy monks at the scene to the point that their souls trembled!

The almost invincible demonized Wan Tianhao was actually in the hands of Luo Fu, and he didn't even have the power to fight back.

It's not a fight at all!

Instead, it fell to the ground and was crushed, slaughtered!

Fang Qingxue's eyes were awe-inspiring, looking at Wan Tianhao's tragic situation in disbelief, and then subconsciously looked towards Luo Fu.

Under this look, Fang Qingxue couldn't help but shout: "Ah, Luo Fu you ......"

"How do you ......"

In the sky, Luo Fu was already "gone".

The only one left was a dying old man in a Luo Fu robe.

Obtaining the fourth Divine Master Sword gave Luo Fu the qualifications to perform the second form of the God Slaughter Sword Array.

But it can't meet the entry-level requirements for casting the immeasurable sword soul.

Huge backlash!

If you want to lift a mountain, you must bear its weight!

That backlash not only drained Luo Fu's Nine Heavens Divine Power, but even burned his life force!

Ling Luofu's soft white hair was as yellow as grass.

The resolute and handsome facial lines are folded and sunken like the bark of a tree.

The temperament that is chic like a fairy is even more gloomy.

In a pair of sunken eye sockets, starry eyes, dim and discolored.

At a young age, he is now looking like an old man in his last years.

Fang Qingxue's eyes were red.

Luo Fu seems to have a huge advantage that is easily established, but what kind of price he has paid for it, only Luo Fu himself secretly bears it.

Fang Qingxue, the blue tendons on the snow's forehead protruded, and he lost his voice and said: "Candle." ”

For some reason, Luo Fu at this moment, in her heart, is like a desperately burning candle.

And they are all people illuminated by candlelight.

Xiao Cang's eyes were red, and he looked at Luo Fu from afar, this time he no longer questioned his master.

It knew Luo Fu, why did he have to leapfrog the level and cast an immeasurable sword soul.

It's not that I'm afraid of missing out on 100,000 Sword Spirits, and I feel a pity.

Instead, he wants to return to the battlefield with 100,000 sword spirits and his former sword master!

They can't die in vain!

"Ahhhhh

In the heavens, there was a cry of pleading.

is as strong as Wan Tianhao, it turns out that he is also afraid of death.

"Luo Fu, ah, I'm your old enemy, can you really bear to kill me!"

"Let me go, let me be stronger, and let's have another hearty fight!"

"You must also want to be above board, defeat me again!"

Luo Fu was expressionless, quietly watching Wan Tianhao's performance.

He said indifferently: "Ask these sword spirits. ”

"Ask those sword masters who are buried in the sword mound and would rather die than demonize."

"Will they let you go once?"

This time, Luo Fu did not give the order.

And the 100,000 sword spirits, spontaneously, turned around and pounced on Wan Tianhao.

One after another, sword spirits tyrannically penetrated Wan Tianhao's demon body.

It was as if the 100,000 Sword Lords were resurrected, and they were frantically biting Wan Tianhao's flesh and blood, tearing Wan Tianhao's bones and meridians!

In the void, there seemed to be a looming voice, ethereal echoing.

"Xuanyuan is willing to protect the world, willing to use his body as the soil, and the sword as his ambition!"

"The Xuanyuan clan! The burial sword is here, and my lord Xuanyuan God King, guarding the world together! ”

"I am willing to use my body as a furnace and my life as a fire to burn all the demons!"

"The Xuanyuan clan, fight against the demons, never die!"

"I am willing to fight to the death with the demons, and I will never compromise!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Eight million years, the sorrowful ambition is back on the battlefield!

Quick as a wink.

Wan Tianhao, every inch of flesh, bones, meridians, and internal organs were gnawed away by 100,000 sword spirits!

"Senior Brother Tianhao!" Liu Xing's one hundred and fifty people, and at the same time, he felt that the magic power that he had been taken away from was stopped.

Wan Tianhao is gone, and even the remnants of his soul have been gnawed away.

When Liu Xing and the others looked at Luo Fu in horror.

Their hearts trembled.

In the field of vision, I just saw that Luo Fuzheng was pointing at them with an indifferent face.

"Ahhh

100,000 sword spirits, swept away!

Liu Xing's one hundred and fifty people, wiped out!

The next moment.

Luo Fu raised his hand and pointed at the remnants of the enemy monks.

That moment.

The remaining thirteen,000 hostile monks stopped fighting at the same time and all knelt.

trembling voice: "Luo Fu, please ......"

Luo Fu was indifferent to a face that was old and windy: "Shut up and die." ”

100,000 sword spirits, catharsis away.

Kill him with a river of blood, and no grass will grow!

Kill! Kill! Kill!