Cheng Ling shook his head and smiled bitterly, almost putting on a big oolong. Fortunately, Liu Qingyan and Jian Yinghao reacted quickly enough, and the Wuxiang Sword Sect dispatched two monks, and it was reasonable for the sect master to do not do anything.

The battle was very fierce, and after more than half an hour, there was still no winner or loser.

Zhao Shiyan gradually became anxious, and said: "Everyone, this is not the time to pay attention to fighting alone, everyone will bring the swordsman over, and the rest of the Daoist friends will work together to kill them as soon as possible." ”

Everyone thought about it, if they continue to fight like this, a thousand swordsmen don't know how long they will fight, it is better to cut through the mess quickly, solve it as soon as possible, and accept the inheritance as soon as possible, there are still dozens of towers of treasures waiting for them outside.

Thinking of this, the ten monks who participated in the battle retreated while fighting, and soon came to the middle of the crowd, and the monks behind them swarmed up. This time, it's not three to one, at least it's ten to one!

In less than a stick of incense, all ten swordsmen were killed, and ten more balls of light appeared in the air.

Zhao Shizhen and the others rested for a while, and then continued to step forward to attract the swordsman. This time, twenty of them were drawn out in one go. However, this number was still within the range of everyone, and in less than half an hour, all of them were killed.

In this way, the monks of several major forces fought together, and it took a day, and only the last one was left among the more than a thousand swordsmen.

But this one makes people feel a little different. He wasn't like the rest of the swordsmen, his eyes were blank and he seemed to have a slight hint of agility. And his outfit is also different from that of ordinary swordsmen, a snow-white robe is spotless, and the long sword in his hand exudes a shining treasure.

It is said that it was refined into a puppet in the palace, and I don't know how many millions of years have passed, and the costumes on it will be somewhat stained with some dust. But he is good, he has not moved for millions of years, and he is not spotless.

Look at his right hand holding the hilt of the sword, what kind of hand it is! Ten fingers are slender, and each finger wraps the hilt firmly, and there is hardly a gap.

Lu Jiansheng's eyes flashed, and he turned his head to look at Yun Piaomiao, Dugu Jian, and Cheng Ling, who were also sword cultivators, and said indifferently: "This swordsman is by no means simple!"

The three of them nodded silently, took a deep breath, and contemplated each other.

Zhao Shiyan looked at Zhao Shizhen and the others, and sighed in his heart when he saw that they were not attracted to move forward. Perhaps, as Lu Jiansheng said, this swordsman is not simple. That's it, let the old man personally come forward to attract it!

He swallowed and walked slowly towards the swordsman. Fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters, the swordsman still did not move. Zhao Shiyan felt some sweat on his back, and a few meters further on, it was the place where the swordsman's attack power was the strongest.

Suppress the fear in your heart, and continue to approach the swordsman!Twenty meters, ten meters!

At this moment, the swordsman's eyes shone brightly. His right hand trembled slightly, and the long sword came to his hand. Unable to describe the speed of this sword, Zhao Shiyan only felt a flash of white light, and the fierce sword qi came forward.

In a hurry, it was too late to react. With a stroke of both hands, only one semicircle is crossed. The protective light shield was half offered, and the white light was already bombarding his mouth!

"Poof!"

Zhao Shiyan spewed out a rain of blood, bounced out, hit the door heavily, and continued to spew out several mouthfuls of blood, only then fell to the ground, and hurriedly sat down cross-legged to recover from the injuries in his body.

Everyone was horrified in their hearts, with Zhao Shiyan's cultivation, he couldn't stop a sword!

Lu Jiansheng, Yun Miao, Dugu Feng, Cheng Ling, Jiaowang, Duanmu Cheng

The five stepped forward one after another, trying to stop the swordsman's follow-up attack. But he didn't expect that the swordsman faced the siege of the six, as if he was strolling leisurely, with the mysterious footwork under his feet, and he left the six behind after just a few turns.

His eyes flashed, and he instantly rushed into the crowd, waving the long sword in his hand, and the sword was swallowed, and he launched a non-killing battle against those monks.

Most of the monks in the crowd were only early Mahayana cultivators, and they could not withstand the swordsman's attack. Even Zhao Shiyan was defeated by the opponent's sword, and the six strongest sect masters in Canglan couldn't be besieged, so you can imagine how strong this swordsman is.

Cheng Ling and the others were shocked, and Dugu Feng said in horror: "His cultivation has exceeded the Mahayana period, and he is definitely above the peak of Mahayana consummation!"

Such a swordsman is by no means something they can easily kill, and perhaps more than 100 monks here will be wiped out.

A trace of excitement flashed in Cheng Ling's eyes, regardless of the shock of Dugufeng and the others, he also rushed into the crowd in a flash, and shouted in his mouth: "Kill! If you don't kill him, none of us want to live!"

Several people suddenly woke up, yes! The gate of the palace was closed, there was no way out, and if the situation in front of them didn't die, he would die, or we would die! They didn't hesitate anymore, and they all rushed into the crowd after Cheng Ling.

The swordsman's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were still shrouded by a strong murderous intent, ignoring the various states of the common people, the long sword was raised, horizontally in front, and the middle finger of the left index finger was close together like a sword, and it was gently wiped on the sword. The bright light appeared at the part where the sword finger was in contact with the sword, making people unable to open their eyes.

A wipe, in an instant, I saw a ray of light, burst out from the long sword, forming a circle, spreading out, like a raging wave, the impact of the roll, roaring, with itself as the center of the circle, towards the surroundings!

In just an instant, from the swordsman's sword finger wiping the qi sword, to the brilliant light spreading, spreading out a circle, covering the entire palace. Around the circle, there were glittering streamers, and those streamers were stray sword qi.

Those sword qi slammed into the crowd, and one by one the monks were cut and scattered, and they fell down one after another. Cheng Ling saw that Xiao Changtian, Wu Tianzhao, and Xiao Jiutian in the crowd were also cut into pieces.

"Ahh

His heart was dripping with blood, and he screamed fiercely. The most powerful Emperor Heng Sword in the Phantom Sword Xingchen Sword Technique was struck with all its might, and all the swordsman's forms were shrouded in the Dragon Ling Sword.

The swordsman's eyes once again showed a hint of essence, as if he was very interested in Cheng Ling's sword moves. Turning around, he was about to take the sword.

But he didn't expect that Lu Jiansheng on the left, Yun Miao on the right, Hou Dugu Feng, as well as the Vermilion Bird Sword Formation composed of Jian Yinghao, Wu Chenlong, Zhang Hu, and Liu Qingsong, the steel claws falling from the Jiaowang in the sky, and the spells played by Liu Qingyan, Murong Qian, and Duanmu Cheng all attacked him!

The swordsman's face finally showed a trace of solemnity, and he immediately gave up Cheng Ling in front of him and everyone in the rest of the directions, and stabbed at the Jiaowang in the sky with a fierce sword.

The sword light flew, and blood spilled into the sky! Jiao Wang screamed, and the hard dragon claw was cut off entirely. No, Cheng Ling and the others' attacks were all on the swordsman. There was a loud rumbling sound, and the swordsman's body was shattered, leaving only the upper half and a right arm.

Barely moving in mid-air, he fell into the crowd again, his sword swept across, and dozens of monks were cut in half. At this time, he was almost exhausted, but he turned his head strangely and pounced towards Cheng Ling.

Cheng Ling instinctively sent the Long Ling Sword forward and pierced him directly

Bore. The swordsman lay his head on his shoulder, and said in his ear in a voice as thin as a mosquito, "Thank you!"

Cheng Ling was stunned, and the sword qi of the Long Ling Sword in his hand didn't have time to retract, and he exploded with all his strength. In an instant, the remaining body of the swordsman was shattered by the sword qi, and he was completely dead! The long sword in his hand slashed several circles of light in the air, and the tip of the sword pointed downward, straight in front of Cheng Ling.

Cheng Ling slowly stretched out his left hand and grabbed the sword weapon. There is no doubt that this is a spiritual weapon, and it is also the top product in the spiritual weapon! The whole sword is like a flood of autumn water, exuding a brilliant light, and the end of the sword and the sword jaw are connected with two quaint big characters, breaking the army!

He took a deep breath, and the thank you that the swordsman had whispered in his ear as he was dying kept coming back to him. Obviously, he was bent on death, otherwise he would not ignore the attacks of the others, but he just dealt a heavy hand to King Jiao, and in the end, he himself pounced on the Long Ling sword.

Perhaps, his Phantom Sword Xingchen Swordsmanship made him feel appreciated, and he would feel a little comforted when he died in the hands of an opponent who was also outstanding in swordsmanship. As for the Jiao King and the monks who died at the hands of the swordsman, they can only be regarded as unlucky!

Looking up, there were corpses all over the palace, but it was strange that as long as it was a monk with a sword, he was almost unharmed. As for the other Fa cultivators or martial cultivators, except for those who died, they were basically scarred.

Everyone was in a state of apprehension, and in the end, this swordsman was terrible. That kind of swordsmanship, that kind of killing intent, makes people feel creepy in retrospect.

A moment later, the swordsman's torn body shone with bursts of light, but the light was not white, but golden. Gradually, those golden rays of light finally converged to form a golden ball of light that was even larger than before. If the previous one was twice as large as the rest of the palaces, then the golden ball of light in front of him was five times that of the rest of the palaces.

The monks who were still alive were overjoyed, how powerful should the inheritance inside be such a big ball of light? They probed their divine senses into it one after another, but soon, they were all shocked. Because no matter how much they tried, their divine consciousness would not be able to penetrate into it like those previous balls of light and obtain the inheritance inside.

Cheng Ling also tried to penetrate his divine sense, but he saw a grand picture very easily.

In front of him, it was in the Immortal Relic Palace that millions of monks were fighting. One of them holds a sword in his hand, and the other performs spells and martial arts. The two sides seem to have a grudge against each other, and they are bloody, and the heavens and the earth are eclipsed.

It's a pity that the monks with swords in their hands are too few in number, and they gradually fall behind, and they are killed one by one by the monks who cast spells and martial arts.

I don't know how much time passed, but there were less than two thousand swordsmen left in the field, and they were completely surrounded by the people of the Franco-Armed Alliance.

One of the swordsmen scolded angrily: "Shameless people of the Franco-Martial Alliance, even if you kill all the monks who practice swords, I believe that the fire of the sword path will not be extinguished, and sooner or later there will be one, so that you will pay for your blood debts!"

As soon as the words fell, one of the sword cultivators, who was dressed in white and had a nine-point resemblance to a swordsman, stood up, raised his hands to the sky, and said sonorously: "Kendo Yongchang, even if it is dusty now, will make a comeback many years later and create a prosperous era of kendo." My generation of sword cultivation, why not fight!"

Many sword cultivators raised their long swords one after another, and roared angrily towards the sky: "My sword cultivator, why not fight!"

"My generation of sword cultivation, what a pity to fight!"

"My generation of sword cultivation, what a pity to fight!"

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