The four of them quickly formed a sword formation.

Bang bang bang!

Thousands of palm prints struck the sword array, causing ripples.

Wan Yang, Nameless, Wang Chong, and Ma Yangyu were in the sword formation, and they appeared in four directions, forming a swastika formation.

"How can a mere sword formation stop me?"

The burly disciple of the Divine Sword Sect from before rushed over with a loud roar.

A huge palm slapped towards the sword array.

Boom!

The sword trembled, blocking the blow.

Wow!

The burly disciple took several steps backwards in a row before steady.

"Tru, don't be impulsive, let's go together!"

Guang Ping, the leader of these people in the Divine Sword Gate, spoke.

"Yes!"

The burly disciple of the Divine Sword Sect named Tru said respectfully.

The four disciples of the Divine Sword Sect burst out in an instant, attacking in all four directions of the sword formation at the same time.

The sword formation used by the four people of Wanyang is called the Tianwu Wanfang Array, which is a defensive formation with no limit on the number of people, the more people, the stronger the defense.

This sword formation is a formation that the inner disciples of the Divine Sword Sect must learn, and it has no weaknesses. In other words, the only weakness is that it can only be broken by brute force, and outer disciples are not allowed to cultivate at all.

"Break it for me!"

The four people of the Divine Sword Sect cast the magic trick at the same time, and the Tianwu Ten Thousand Square Array trembled, and a trace of crack appeared on the barrier.

The four of them were overjoyed and increased their strength.

Click!

There are more and more cracks.

In less than five minutes, the sword array shattered.

The sword formation was forcibly broken, and the four of them snorted, suffering from different degrees of backlash, their breath was sluggish, and the corners of their mouths were overflowing with blood.

The four people of the Divine Sword Gate smiled and killed the four of Wanyang.

Sou!

At this moment, a small thing flew in, Guangping Divine Sense found that it was blocked with a knife, and suddenly the tiger's mouth cracked, and the hand holding the knife trembled, like an epilepsy patient's illness, it kept shaking, and a trace of crack appeared on the knife body.

"Who is it?"

Seeing this, the remaining three stopped, vigilant.

Guangping looked around, and finally found Yang Fan in an inconspicuous location.

I saw Yang Fan sitting on a high platform, his feet pulled down, where he was sitting there was a jar of fat boy happy water, and he was also holding a foot soaking phoenix claw in his hand, from the countless small bones on the ground, it could be understood that Yang Fan had been there for a long time.

As if thinking of something, Guangping looked down and saw a small chicken claw bone falling at his feet.

Suddenly, Guangping's face was heavy.

Could it be that the blow he just hit was blown out of his mouth?

Soon, more and more people discovered Yang Fan and stopped watching.

"It's Sun Wukong, it's him who killed Senior Brother Xu Batian. ”

"Senior Brother Guangping, you must kill him!"

"Yes, kill him and avenge Senior Brother Xu Batian!"

The other disciples of the Divine Sword Sect shouted.

"Senior Brother Sun, come here, let's form the Heavenly Martial Ten Thousand Square Formation together, with the ten of them, it will definitely not be broken. ”

Ma Yangyu hurriedly spoke, fearing that if Yang Fan was one step slower, he would be besieged and killed by those people.

Among the ten people in the Divine Sword Sect, only Bing Xue'er did not speak.

Because she thought that Yang Fan was also a descendant of the Ice God, she didn't want to do this in the face of her clansmen.

"A bunch of cats and dogs, you just stay there, I'll meet them. ”

With a wave of his hand, Yang Fan put things into the system space and came to the many disciples of the Divine Sword Sect.

"Let's go up and kill him!"

Removing Bingxue'er, the nine members of the Divine Sword Gate went up together and killed from all directions.

"Draw your sword and slash!"

One person took the lead behind Yang Fan, and raised the knife to slash.

Yang Fan didn't care, and took out the Blood Hidden Soul Snatcher Knife and blocked it behind him.

"Boom!"

The man was shocked and flew upside down.

The next person soon came to Yang Fan.

"Skynet Jin!"

A net condensed by the true yuan force trapped Yang Fan firmly.

"Good chance!"

The others were overjoyed and unleashed their strongest spells to attack.

"Thanos Claw!"

A huge tiger's claws caught in the air.

"Heavenly Silk Dragon Miasma!"

Clouds of white poisonous mist shrouded Yang Fan.

"Xunfeng Demon Groan!"

A disciple of the Divine Sword Sect opened his mouth, and a piercing voice penetrated into the minds of all the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect.

The weaker man fell to the ground and kept rolling. Some clever disciples covered their ears, but found that the sound came directly into their heads, not through their ears.

"Tiangang Flame Burst!"

The huge fireball instantly devoured Yang Fan.

"Senior Brother Sun!"

Many disciples of the Divine Sword Sect shouted anxiously.

A huge explosion blew smoke and dust up.

Soon, the smoke and dust gradually fell, and everyone looked at it, and a blurred figure began to appear.

"After being attacked by so many of us, he should be dead. ”

"Definitely dead, if he doesn't die, I'll eat..."

Before the man could finish speaking, a gust of wind blew, and Yang Fan appeared in everyone's sight intact.

Everyone in the Divine Sword Gate was shocked, and beads of sweat the size of beans on their foreheads kept falling.

Yang Fan was not in a hurry, and took out the imitation mantra pen given to him by the King of the Earth.

Yang Fan used the True Yuan Force and wrote the word "Om" in the air.

Om instantly grew larger, enveloping the people of the Divine Sword Gate and disappearing.

Airplanes!

The invisible force crushed all the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect to the ground, and some powerful disciples could barely stand, but their strength was only half of their strength left.

At this time, outside the immortal mound, the second elder of the Divine Sword Sect stood up with an ugly face and said.

"It's... The secret technique of the six-character mantra of Buddhism, and the pen, should be the mantra pen!"

Speaking of this, Xiang Mingxu's eyes lit up and he muttered in a low voice.

Be sure to catch Sun Wukong, and then force him to ask for the six-character mantra secret technique, as well as the mantra pen.

Thousands of miles away, in the Divine Sword Gate, in the forbidden land behind the inner courtyard, in a cave, an old man suddenly opened his eyes.

He is Qin Hongtao, the Taishang Elder of the Divine Sword Gate, in the middle of the Mahayana period, Qin Chop's father. When the overlord betrayed from the Divine Sword Gate, he was mainly provoked by him.

Qin Hongtao took out a broken soul card, his face was expressionless, and that soul card was Qin Slash.

Seeing this, Qin Hongtao closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes violently, spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, grabbed the essence blood with both hands, and quickly pinched the spell.

Immediately afterwards, a picture appeared in front of Qin Hongtao's eyes, which was the last picture Qin saw before he died.

On the screen, it is Yang Fan who is sitting not far away, with an expression of watching the play.

Rumble!

The terrifying coercion passed through the layers of defenses in the forbidden land of the back mountain, sweeping through the entire Divine Sword Gate.

For a while, all the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, whether they were cultivating or alchemy, or those who were doing some indescribable things, were pressed and couldn't move.

Those alchemy disciples were suddenly suppressed, causing the pills to be scrapped on the spot.

This was followed by a heinous horrific killing intent.

Airplanes!

Where Qin Hongtao retreated, the space fluctuated, and a person walked out, it was the master of the Divine Sword Gate.

"Qin Hongtao, what makes you so angry?"

As soon as the momentum of the late Mahayana period of the sword was released, Qin Hongtao's coercion was completely blocked.

"My son is dead, and this man killed him. ”

Qin Hongtao pointed at Yang Fan.

With a glance, his pupils shrank slightly.