Boom Boom!

About ten breaths later, the sky gradually darkened, and the clouds were thick.

Lightning swam in the black clouds, and there was a thunderclap.

Gradually, a strong wind began to blow around the platform, blowing everyone's clothes in disarray, and the skirts of some female monks were also blown up, but fortunately, they had the control of the True Yuan Force, so they didn't need to do anything, and they didn't have to worry about walking away.

"What's the situation?"

Everyone was attracted by the vision of the sky and looked up.

Tianshan Tong only glanced at the sky slightly, and then ignored it, obviously she knew something.

On the stage, Shen Hao looked at the sky, frowning, and the sense of uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

At this moment, he regretted a little that he had given Si Xingwen the opportunity to make a big move.

It's just that he has already promised to give Si Xingwen a chance to make a move, and for the sake of face, he has to grit his teeth and hold back.

His gaze swept to Si Xingwen, only to see that he had his eyes closed, his face expressionless, and his hands were still dancing the long sword.

Gradually, a profound and unpredictable sword intent overflowed from Si Xingwen's body.

No, after inducting it carefully, I found that this majestic sword intent was actually an inconspicuous six-star level long sword in Si Xingwen's hand.

"It's !!"

Offstage, Yang Fan turned his gaze fiercely.

In Yang Fan's eyes, the endless sword intent was brewing, as if it was to compare with Si Xingwen's sword intent.

Yang Fan's eyes were deep and bright, and his gaze towards Si Xingwen did not move for half a minute.

"What a strong sword intent. ”

Yang Fan sighed, and then in the surprised eyes of everyone, the sword intent in his heart that was not inferior to the release of the six-star level long sword burst forth.

Because it was a sudden outbreak, the sudden sword intent suddenly bounced the monks beside Yang Fan away, except for Youhua.

Among the people present, except for Tianshan Tong's grandmother, they all used the true yuan power in their bodies to resist. It's just that with their humble cultivation, the effect is not very obvious.

"This kid...... What a strong sword intent..."

Tianshan Tong's grandmother looked at Yang Fan deeply, and no one knew what she was thinking in her heart.

"Huh?"

On the stage, at the moment when Yang Fan released his sword intent, Si Xingwen suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Yang Fan. Although the sword intent was not his own, through this long sword, he clearly felt that Yang Fan's sword intent was not weaker than the sword intent released by the long sword.

After a moment of distraction, Si Xingwen refocused his gaze on Shen Haokong.

"It's almost there!"

Si Xingwen said in his heart.

As the sword intent in the long sword continued to pour out, Si Xingwen pinched a complex handprint with one hand, and then everyone sensed that the strong sword intent was constantly pouring into Si Xingwen at a terrifying speed.

"How can you still do this?"

In Yang Fan's shocked gaze, Si Xingwen's cultivation was rising at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Half-step mid-stage merger, mid-merge primary, mid-merge mid-intermediate, mid-merge high-order...

In the end, Si Xingwen's realm cultivation stopped at the late stage of the half-step merger.

This method of forcibly improving his own cultivation with the help of other people's sword intent was useless to Yang Fan, because the sword intent was his own.

Boom boom...

The lightning in the dark clouds of the sky is becoming more and more active. Gradually, the lightning began to turn from blue-purple lightning to black. Thunder flashed, filling the sky, and the sky seemed to be torn apart.

Those who don't know will probably think that someone has done something great that the heavens are angry and resentful, and the heavens are going to send down thunder punishments, but they only trigger it, and they plan to observe it again.

"It's done!"

At this moment, Si Xingwen has made a qualitative leap.

At this time, Yang Fan discovered that after the sword intent on Si Xingwen's body converged into his own body, it had obviously surpassed Yang Fan's own sword intent.

This kind of gap, Yang Fan believes, mortals can't comprehend it at all, it is very likely that this sword intent comes from immortals.

"I see!!

Yang Fan suddenly realized that because of the energy that reached the upper limit of the mortal realm, the Heavenly Dao noticed the abnormality on the ground, and only then did the dark clouds in the sky and the strange black thunder appear.

"Shen Haokong, I'm ready!"

Si Xingwen held the long sword, and with a flick of his right hand, the long sword made a sword sound.

"It's time to start!"

"Look, Shen Haokong will be defeated by Si Xingwen after all. ”

“......”

Seeing Si Xingwen's aggressiveness, Shen Haokong couldn't help but take a few steps back and put his hands together. A magic weapon in the shape of a tripod appeared in his hand.

At this time, it was Shen Haokong's natal magic weapon, called Qiankun Poison Silkworm Ding, a seven-star level magic weapon.

"I'm going!"

Si Xingwen said a word, and after a while, his feet stepped on the ground, his body floated in the air, and his breath was restrained, like a mortal.

Yang Fan knew that this was a feng shui ridge in swordsmanship, and it was a qualitative evolution.

Si Xingwen was suspended at a height of three meters, he held his breath and concentrated, standing in front of his chest with a sword in his right hand, and slowly dancing the long sword in a counterclockwise direction to draw a circle.

Those monks who had their backs to Si Xingwen didn't notice anything, but Shen Haokong, who was facing Si Xingwen head-on, was sweating profusely, and a voice in his heart was telling him to admit defeat quickly, otherwise he might die.

Shen Haokong saw that one by one afterimages appeared on the trajectory crossed by Si Xingwen's long sword, and those afterimages disappeared very slowly, as if they came out with PS software P, which was very weird.

Si Xingwen danced about twice, and suddenly his eyes froze, his body was like lightning, and he quickly killed Shen Haokong, and the place where the long sword was pointed was Shen Haokong's neck.

Whew......

During the flight, Si Xingwen formed hundreds of figures, stabbing towards Shen Haokong from all angles, and every Si Xingwen's divine sense firmly locked him.

"It's not !! good"

Shen Haokong's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly urged the Qiankun Poisonous Silkworm Ding.

In the blink of an eye, the Qiankun Poisonous Silkworm Ding shone brightly, and then a large cloud of green mist surrounded Shen Haokong.

Si Xingwen's speed was very fast, and nearly three hundred doppelgangers broke into the green mist alone.

Just listening to the sound of sneering corrosion, those Si Xingwen's clones were like ice cubes thrown into the fire after entering the green mist, and they were rapidly shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a black particle, and finally turning into a part of the green mist, providing source power for the Qiankun Poisonous Silkworm Ding.

In less than ten breaths, Si Xingwen's nearly more than three hundred clones were almost devoured, and only three of them, including his own figure, remained.

"Hahaha..."

Shen Haokong's laughter came from the center of the green mist, and the laughter unreservedly revealed Shen Haokong's ridicule, ridicule, and disdain for Si Xingwen.

But suddenly, just when Shen Haokong thought that Si Xingwen would temporarily retreat because he couldn't bear the poisonous mist, a figure whose whole body was shrouded by the earth-shattering sword Yi broke through the shroud of green mist and came to Shen Haokong.

In the figure in his hand, he held a long sword, with earth-shattering might, and stabbed at Shen Haokong.

Shen Haokong's face was pale, and it was too late to use the Qiankun Poison Silkworm Ding at this moment.

"I'm dying!"

This is the only sentence that Shen Haokong can think of at this time.