The blood of the old man melted into the blood-colored runes on the ground, and in an instant, countless runes, like earthworms, climbed on top of the huge bodies of the eighteen coiling dragons.

"Roar, roar, roar......"

With a dragon groan, I saw the eighteen dragons struggling frantically, but in the blink of an eye, they broke free from the sword wires that bound them.

On the side, the young Ten Thousand Sword Ancestor, who was about to unleash a fatal sword, frowned slightly, and had to stop the sword qi in his hand, and his body dodged to the side.

"Bang!"

At the moment when the young Ten Thousand Sword Ancestor dodged, the eighteen-pan dragon that broke free from the sword wire slammed into the place where he was standing just now.

Seeing this, I saw that the young Ten Thousand Sword Ancestor pointed at each other like a sword, and immediately, one after another sword intent condensed into silk, and it was fiercely struck towards the eighteen dragons.

"Poof!"

The sword wire is incomparable, and just by looking at it, it left deep sword marks on the huge body of the eighteen dragons.

It's just that these eighteen dragons are not living creatures in the end, but the dragon qi of the royal family of the Martial Kingdom is condensed and formed.

Although it was wounded now, with the continuous blessing of countless blood-colored runes on the ground, the injuries on the dragon's body recovered in the blink of an eye.

"Roar!"

Twisting his body again, he rushed towards the young Ten Thousand Sword Ancestor, and the bloody aura on the eighteen-pan dragon became more and more solemn.

However, for the Young Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor, such an attack could not pose a fatal threat to him.

It's just that the young Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor has more thoughts, but it is not on this eighteen dragons, but on Lin Chuhe, the monarch of the Martial Kingdom who is present.

I saw Lin Chuhe picking up the sleeping little drunkard from a pool of blood.

The next moment, I saw him cut his fingertips, and then drew strange runes on the forehead of the little drunkard.

Seeing this, the young Ten Thousand Sword Ancestor's brows furrowed even deeper, and he turned his head to look at Uncle Helian and several other foundation building period cultivators, but saw that they were suppressed because of their cultivation, and they were still entangled by black-faced men at the moment, and they couldn't count on it at all.

"It seems that with my current strength, I can't solve the trouble in front of me. ”

With a whisper, I saw the young Ten Thousand Sword Ancestor raise his head suddenly, and a fierce color flashed in his eyes.

Immediately, I saw the young Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor raising his sword finger high, and he shouted in a low voice-

"Ask the sky to borrow a sword!"

At the moment when the voice of the young Ten Thousand Sword Ancestor came out, I saw that around him, a breath like the flow of time flowed by.

The next moment, in the void behind him, an illusory figure appeared.

This person has white hair, and although his face is slightly vicissitudes, between his eyebrows, he is eight or nine points similar to the young Ten Thousand Sword Ancestor!

"It's Wentian borrowing the sword! The ancestor actually borrowed the power of the deity!"

Uncle Helian said in a low voice.

Hearing this, although everyone was dealing with the blood-colored skeletons that were constantly impacting around them, their minds were involuntarily attracted by the white-haired figure in the air.

That is the contemporary Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor, the first person in the Martial Kingdom Immortal Cultivation Realm!

"Roar, roar, roar......"

As if sensing the threat of the white-haired figure, the eighteen-pan dragon let out an angry dragon groan from its mouth.

Suddenly, I saw the eyes of the white-haired figure open, and in an instant, two eyes that seemed to pass through the long river of history fell on the huge body of the eighteen dragons.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

The next moment, with a sound of explosions, I saw the eighteen dragons exploding one after another under the gaze of the white-haired figure.

However, this could not cause fatal damage to the Eighteen Panlong, and I saw that the blood-colored runes were constantly circulating, constantly recovering from the injuries of the Eighteen Pandragon.

"Humph!"

At this moment, only a cold snort was heard, and I saw the sword finger raised by the young Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor suddenly fall.

At the same time, the white-haired figure also waved his sword fingers.

The next moment, I saw a cold sword light, as if piercing the long river of history, and slashed fiercely on the huge body of the eighteen-pan dragon.

"Boom!"

The terrifying sword light instantly annihilated the dragon's body, although those blood-colored runes were constantly being repaired, but at this moment, it was obviously a little unable to catch up with the speed of destruction.

Seeing this, Lin Chuhe, who had always been calm and didn't seem to care about anything, showed a trace of eagerness for the first time.

The next moment, I saw that the speed of the mysterious rune carved in Lin Chuhe's hand suddenly accelerated.

The strong sword light was almost impossible to look at, and the sword borrowed by the young Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor was terrifyingly abnormal, almost destroying the entire underground palace.

When everything dispersed, I saw that in the dust and smoke, a figure stood alone in the void, and it was the young Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor.

It's just that at this moment, the young Ten Thousand Sword Ancestor, the white-haired figure behind him, has disappeared, and his body is already much more illusory.

"Is it over?"

Finally getting up from the ruins, Uncle Helian muttered.

"Roar!"

However, before his words fell, suddenly, a dragon groan came from the dust.

The next moment, I saw that there was only one dragon head left, and it bit fiercely towards the young Ten Thousand Sword Ancestor.

Indifferently looking at the coiling dragon that saw only one dragon head left, the young Ten Thousand Sword Ancestor slowly raised his right hand.

It's just that the moment his right hand touched the dragon's head, his body slowly shattered.

"Is it time?"

With a low voice, I saw the young Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor turn his head to look in the direction of Senior Uncle Helian, and said, "The ban here has been broken, and the next thing depends on you, but if you can't violate it, you can leave." ”

After speaking, the body of the young Ten Thousand Sword Ancestor collapsed in an instant.

"Huh?"

And at the moment when it was about to disappear completely, he seemed to have discovered something, and he couldn't help but let out a deep groan.

It's just that it all happened so fast that he didn't have time to say anything more.

"Fairy Ayaba's operation, it's really 666, this Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor is definitely a powerful person, he can actually borrow this shocking sword from the long river of history, this is also an extremely rare means in my Heavenly Star Palace!"

"Sancai Swordsman ???"

"The Sancai swordsman suddenly saw that the fairy was so serious, and the swordsman was almost scared, saying, fairy, are you eating the elixir refined by the anchor, and you went crazy?"

"Fairy Ayanami, this fairy curses you with only three breaths forever. (hands to chest)"

"Wild dog Taoist cough cough, suspected of driving, no license!(u?? u）”

"Meng Xin anchor big guys,It's all this time.,Don't be kidding.,What should I do now?

Lin Yifan, who was hiding in the shadows, naturally saw the glance of the young Ten Thousand Sword Ancestor before he disappeared, and he knew that the other party had definitely found himself.

At the same time, Lin Yifan also faintly regretted his recklessness this time, after all, this place has become an immortal fight, but it is not something that he can meddle in as a newcomer to the immortal cultivation world.

"It's just, alas!"

With a long sigh, Lin Yifan knew that he had to come here, after all, according to the description of this ancient god sacrifice formation by the Formation Heaven, if things were really as he imagined, if he didn't come, I am afraid he would not be at ease.

"It's finally gone, damn it, I really scared Lao Tzu to death just now!"

The black-faced man crawled out of the rubble, exhaled a mouthful of dust, and cursed in his mouth.

"Whoosh-"

At this moment, the black-faced man only felt a sword aura attack behind him.

Almost instinctively, a blood-colored skull "quacked" up.

"Bang!"

After a shock, although the sword qi dissipated into the air, the black-faced man also retreated again and again under this blow.

"The strength has actually recovered!"

Sensing that the opponent's attack was extraordinary, the black-faced man had to deal with it more seriously.

Only to hear a low roar, countless blood-colored skulls bombarded in the direction where the sword qi was shooting.

"Palm Thunder!"

At the same time, a deep cry was heard.

The next moment, with countless lightning flashes, I saw a big Qingyun hand with thunder in his palm pressing towards the blood-colored skull in the air.

"Boom!"

The sound of tremors was endless, and the thunder overflowed.

The black-faced man stepped back as he looked at the blood-colored skull annihilated by Lei Guang's big hand with some pain.

What made him even more troubled was that there were several more figures, chasing after him.

If it was before, the black-faced man didn't care about these people, after all, under the suppression of the formation, the strength that the other party could exert was limited.

However, at the moment, the formation prohibition was broken by the Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor with a sword.

Now, let him fight six against one, and at the same time face six sect foundation building period monks who have recovered their strength, the black-faced man feels that it seems to be a little too difficult for him.

"Blood Skull World!"

With a low roar, around the black-faced man, a blood aura spread out.

Wherever the blood-colored aura passed, blood-colored skeletons emerged from the ground and slaughtered towards the six foundation-building period monks.

For a time, the six foundation building period monks were blocked by the army of blood-colored skeletons.

It's just that the black-faced man also knows that this army of blood-colored skeletons can't last long, after all, every blood-colored skeleton is his inventory for so many years, and if you use one, you will lose one.

"Brother Lin, aren't you okay over there, Brother can't stand it here!"

The black-faced man shouted.

Hearing this, Uncle Helian and the others couldn't help but be shocked, and at this moment, they reacted, as if they had been ignoring one thing.

That is, the biggest threat here, from beginning to end, is not the black-faced man in front of him, but Lin Chuhe, the monarch of the Martial Kingdom, who has always been calm.

Because, everything here is his arrangement.

"You guys continue to suppress this guy, I'll go over there and have a look!"

Uncle Helian left these words, and his figure flew towards the direction of Lin Chu River.

In just a few breaths, Uncle Helian saw Lin Chu River standing in the ruins.

A flash of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and Uncle Helian stopped talking nonsense.

"Sword name, break the sky!"

Awaken your sword name again, and make a shot, it will be a lore sword!

The faint sword light seemed to disappear into the void in an instant, and the sharp sword intent almost cut the void.

However, in the face of this killer sword, Lin Chuhe on the opposite side was as if he hadn't seen it, still standing in place with a calm face, waiting for the sword light to come.

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