Lines of sword light shone in the sky above the Holy Pavilion.

Venerable Man frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, and then held the countless sword lights in his hand, and immediately crushed them.

The expression on his face was indifferent, as if the sky was falling apart and he couldn't shake it, but if he looked closely, he could faintly see a touch of boredom.

Shang Yunjian knew very well what the state of his body was now.

He also knew very well that the three Venerables of the Holy Pavilion were practicing the Heavenly Sacred Recipe passed down by Xun Rizhao himself. Unlike the previous Sima Wuhua who forcibly dominated the birth and death of one side with a large amount of cultivation, the Heavenly Sage Jue was able to truly create a side of heaven and earth around them that was only dominated by them, and in this side of heaven and earth, they were the absolute masters.

Unless he pulled out the Heavenly Xuan, with his current state, it would be impossible to hurt the Human Venerable at all.

So his way of fighting is also extraordinary.

Particularly scoundrel.

He no longer clenched the Moli Sword, and let it sway in front of the Human Venerable, the sword intent surging in the sword body was extremely powerful, the sound of the sword roar echoed in the air, and the sword light shone in all directions.

The Soul Imperial Sword Technique of the Shoreless Sword Peak is the path of combining human swords, and the sword roaring in all directions is equivalent to Shang Yunjian's full attack, even if it is a human venerable, this offensive cannot be underestimated.

However...... The Moli Sword only flew in front of the Human Venerable, and it didn't enter the scope of the Heavenly Saint Technique when it was killed, but it couldn't help hovering on the edge of danger, like a buzzing fly, it would be annoying if it didn't hit, and it was not necessary to fight.

Shang Yunjian's own response was also particularly shameless.

He didn't have a sword in his hand, but he had a seemingly ordinary wine gourd.

He used the immeasurable bottle to use the Canglang sword technique, unfolded the sword momentum, and firmly protected himself.

The immeasurable bottle is the fairyland of Jiang Yuebai.

In his hands is a world, the hardest small world in the world.

Even the Human Venerable cannot underestimate the power of the Immeasurable Bottle.

Hundreds of divine streamers shot out from the sleeves of his robes, ninety percent of them blocked by the immeasurable bottles, but they didn't leave a single trace on it.

Another one was swallowed up by a sea of seven-colored petals.

Under the attack of the Venerable Venerable, it was only a matter of time before Shang Yunjian's sword momentum was broken, but with Luo Qingchen, this time could be extended several times.

Shang Yunjian laughed, pulled Luo Qingchen over, and plunged into the clouds: "Old thing, come up if you have the courage." ”

Soon, Shang Yunjian's next sentence came from the top of the clouds: "If you don't want the Holy Pavilion to be smashed into meatloaf by the immeasurable bottle." ”

Venerable Ren's face was still indifferent, he glanced at Dongfang Xin, and his figure disappeared suddenly.

There was a loud bang again on the top of the clouds, and occasionally broken petals of spiritual power fell.

Dongfang Xin retracted his gaze on the top of the clouds, and said calmly: "Mr. Long Er, it is very unwise to use the mantis arm as a car. ”

Long Yao said lightly: "It's useless to talk too much. ”

In her hand there was an extra pen.

The body of the pen is like jade, crystal clear, just like her quiet pupils.

The treasure of Momei Villa, plain pen.

Long Yao lifted the pen, and mysterious runes quickly appeared in front of him.

A hint of jealousy flashed in Dongfang Xin's eyes.

The index finger and middle finger of his right hand met, and a green glow several inches long appeared.

Purple lightning surged, he had come to those runes, and the green mangs whistled out, and the runes cracked inch by inch.

The shattered runes did not disappear, but turned into spiritual ink and fell, quickly drawing an ink array.

Dongfang Xin's feet sank into the ground.

The floor in front of the gate of the Sanctuary is made of pure spirit stones, these spirit stones are extremely hard, and they also have a certain resistance to the attack of spiritual power, but at this time, it seems to have become a swamp.

Dongfang Xin smiled slightly: "Good formation." ”

"But you can't trap me. ”

With a thunderous sound, Dongfang Xin broke out of the stone, and Qingmang slashed out, and the edge was not weaker than the ten thousand sword intent between Shang Yun.

This is the last form of the Holy Dao Sword of the Holy Pavilion, sacred and solemn.

He was confident that this sword could kill Long Yao.

Long Yao's response was beyond his expectations.

She threw out the plain pen in her hand, and the blood in her hands surged, and she caught Qingmang in the front.

Burning blood splattered out, leaving a lot of charred black on the spirit stone floor.

Su Xinbi's target is not him.

It flew in the direction of the Shoreless Sword Peak.

This time, the three of them came to the Holy Pavilion, and the Shoreless Sword Peak hovered above the Holy Pavilion.

Dongfang Xin's fingertips increased his spiritual power again, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

His sword has been brewing for a long time, and with ten percent of his spirit, even if Long Yao has the blood of the Yan Dragon, it is impossible to block this sword, but with treasures such as Su Xin Pen, it can last a little longer.

But she threw her pen-filled to the Shoreless Sword Peak, wasn't she prepared?

He subconsciously looked in the direction of the Shoreless Sword Peak.

Su Xinbi did not fall to the Shoreless Sword Peak. 89 Literature Network

It flew a little farther.

Behind the Shoreless Sword Peak, there is another fairyland.

In order to prevent this fairyland from getting lost on the top of the clouds, Shang Yunjian has always tied it behind the Shoreless Sword Peak with hemp rope.

The plain pen fell on the secluded spring realm.

There is ink on the nib.

An ink array quietly appeared.

Long Yao appeared in the Youquan Realm, his hands oozing blood.

Dongfang Xin's sword fell short.

"Interesting. ”

Dongfang Xin's figure disappeared again.

Because the speed is so fast, even the afterimage is extremely blurry.

But soon, he had to slow down.

Countless swords appeared in the sky.

The bodies of these swords are extremely transparent, as if they have been sealed by the dust of the years for a long time, and once they see the light of day, the sword intent becomes clearer and clearer.

It's just that many of these swords are more or less mutilated, and the sword intent has weakened as a result, and the power of the entire sword array has also been greatly affected.

"Sword formation?"

Dongfang Xin's face did not change, and the purple electricity surged around him: "Do you think you can stop me with this broken sword formation?"

Long Yao ignored him, and quickly drew an ink array on the Youquan Realm.

A figure made of spiritual ink appeared in the ink array, and it looked like her.

Long Yao smiled faintly, as if he didn't hear the continuous sword intent thunder and lightning collision explosion in the air, as well as the sound of those swords breaking.

Shang Yunjian has never wanted to touch these swords, because they are all left by the master, and most of them have not yet contained spirituality, and they have been slashed by the sword demon, and all of them are destroyed here, and it is difficult for him to explain to the master.

However, Long Yao believed that since they were able to contribute their strength in this battle, they should join the battle to increase their chances of victory.

Although this sword array is powerful, Dongfang Xin's cultivation is even stronger, and there is no main sword command, among which the strength of the sword intent is uneven, and soon many swords will break and fall.

In Long Yao's estimate, it could only last for half an hour.

But that's enough.

Long Yao closed her eyes and began to meditate, the sound of crackling in her ears could not affect her state of mind in the slightest.

When she opened her eyes again, Dongfang Xin was already close to the Youquan Realm, and the purple lightning and green mangs were crisscrossing the sword formation, not showing any tiredness.

Long Yao calculated the time and found that it was a little earlier than she expected.

She glanced at Dongfang Xin, her eyes were still calm, and there was a hint of scrutiny in her eyes.

"I see. ”

She muttered to herself, and the Yanlong bloodline was stimulated again.

She pulled the hemp rope tied to the Youquan Realm, swung back to the Shoreless Sword Peak, and squeezed it tightly after cutting the hemp rope.

Her arms are like white jade lotus, and they are particularly charming against the backdrop of blood flames.

But even Shang Yunjian, who was closest to her, may not know how much power is hidden in this hand like a work of art.

In the next second, with the raging burning of blood flames, the Youquan Realm was directly swept out by her, and soon disappeared from Dongfang Xin's field of vision.

Long Yao took a deep breath, and there was no more pen in his hand.

She turned, her fingertips surging with spiritual ink, accompanied by blood flames.

......

Dongfang Xin quickly broke more than ten swords with thunderous means, and finally tore a crack in the sword array.

He rushed out of the sword formation like lightning, his expression extremely serious.

He didn't have any contempt for anyone in Momei Villa, even the weakest Wei Sheng, not to mention that he was now facing the most legendary Mr. Ryuji in Momei Villa.

He knew that Long Yao had set up an ink array waiting for him, and he also knew that her Yanlong bloodline had fully awakened, and he was planning to vent the anger engraved in Yanlong's bloodline on him.

But he still didn't care about attacking it.

In the face of absolute strength, no matter how much preparation you make, it is still in vain.

It's like this seemingly powerful sword array, which can't stop him at all.

At that moment, a red mass appeared in front of him.

It was a flaming, small, delicate fist.

It was also the most dangerous fist he'd ever seen.

It seems that as long as you rub a little bit with it, the whole person will be reduced to ashes.

"If it had been before, I would never have thought that Mr. Ryuuji, who is famous for his runes, would be the best at this kind of violent means. ”

Dongfang Xin let out a long sigh, and the green light of his fingertips reappeared, colliding with the fist that was like a roaring dragon.