The purest and purest power, grand and immense, is like the outstretched palm of the heavens, to crush this vulgar world.

Gu Xuantong felt the pressure from the Sanskrit gods, and the Yin and Yang Taiji Diagram instantly unfolded, blocking the sky.

Then, it was slowly pressed down by an invisible force.

Gu Xuantong tried his best to transfer the pressure to the ground under his feet with the Dao Gate Zhirou Internal Strength, however, this innate level of power turned out to be difficult for the earth to bear......

As Gu Xuantong unloaded into the ground, the earth's crust outside Yuchen Jing began to violently shake and shatter.

The scene was magnificent, like a terrifying earthquake.

The disciples of the Hanging Sword Division were affected by the shaking of the earth, and those who were not good at skill were all affected by the escaping breath and were unstable on their feet.

The sword wielding of the Hanging Sword Division and the more powerful envoys all pulled the guards beside them to prevent them from being affected.

Seeing this, the master of the five swords at the same time inserted the five divine weapons in his hand, [Demon Suppression], [Demon Slayer], [Jealous Evil], [Evil Spirit], and [Killing Evil] into the formation, and the five swords were connected with each other, exerting the power of mutual enhancement, guiding the earth's qi and suppressing the ground riot.

However, the five sword masters of the Hanging Sword Division could only suppress the residual strength of the escape, and Gu Xuantong, who was facing the pressure of the Sanskrit gods, had already jumped frames as if it was distorted......

The Yin and Yang Taiji Diagram continued to rotate, but it could not remove the power of the Sanskrit God, and finally, the Taiji Diagram was shattered, and Gu Xuantong's body was completely crushed and turned into wisps of black smoke.

When the breeze blows, the black smoke dissipates.

The Sanskrit God defeated Gu Xuantong with one move, and he didn't have any other expression, but slowly turned his gaze to the clouds in front of Yuchenjing.

Then, the clouds laughed and the clouds surged.

The black clouds and smoke condensed Gu Xuantong's appearance again.

"Hahahahaha, is this the innate power? Sanskrit God, you really didn't disappoint me!"

"Come on, let me see how powerful you are!"

The golden-red figure moved into the sky, surging with endless clouds and tides, and directly collided with the Sanskrit god in the sky above Yuchen Jing.

Endless clouds surged, and the scene was shocking for a while.

The Sanskrit God looked at Gu Xuantong's figure of the clouds that covered the entire sky, and he also had no expression, just slowly raised his palm.

"Daomen Qigong "Cloud Divine Law", not dirty, impure, immortal and indestructible...... You have indeed touched the boundaries of innateness. ”

As he spoke, the Sanskrit god raised his palms and slowly slashed down as a long sword from another world.

The invisible force exploded in an instant, the heavens and the earth fell silent, and the space trembled.

The black clouds like the end of the world, in front of this pair of white jade palms, were pulled like cobwebs blocking the way.

The Sanskrit god waved his hand, as if Moses were dividing the sea, and the rolling clouds in the sky were divided by one hand.

Then the Sanskrit god stood faintly in the sky, with his hands behind his back, and his right hand slowly clenched.

With the Sanskrit god holding his hand, the inexplicable power of detention spread throughout the sky, sealing the clouds of a hundred miles.

Gu Xuantong's body was destroyed into a black cloud by the power of the Sanskrit God, and then recondensed.

Keep repeating this cycle.

"Your immortality is only relative...... If your opponent reaches another level, then these so-called clouds and smoke that will not be exhausted will also have an end...... And my power will not end. ”

With the Word of the Sanskrit God, the black clouds that covered the sky really began to shrink at a rate that was invisible to the naked eye, but real and steady.

When this cloud of calamity is completely refined, I am afraid that it will be the time when Gu Xuantong dies.

Seeing this, the five sword masters of the Hanging Sword Division below hurriedly beckoned the troops of the Hanging Sword Division to charge towards Yuchen Jing.

Nangong Lian held the White Horse Sword and the Demon Suppression Sword in both hands, and rushed to the front of the team.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there is no way back, now what we can do is to enter Yuchen Jing, rescue the master of Jun Huaixu, and combine the power of two peerless masters to have a chance to fight with the Sanskrit God!"

The Four Great Sword Masters followed.

Chu Lao waited for the older generation of sword masters to follow.

Thousands of Hanging Sword Division's army launched the fiercest charge.

The Sanskrit God stood in the black clouds transformed by Gu Xuantong with the strength of one person, looking at the charge of the Hanging Sword Division below, and for some reason, the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up a smile.

"The cry of the ants, no matter how hoarse they are, is always so small that they are inaudible. ”

Immediately, from the palm of the Sanskrit god, a majestic and mighty invisible force hung down to the void, transforming into a transparent glass-like wall that stretched in front of Yuchenjing.

The wall fell to the ground, and the earth shook.

The army of the Hanging Sword Division launched the most desperate charge, and the heart's generous intention to die had been put into action, however, what was desperate was that this wall forged by the Sanskrit gods could not be broken by ordinary people.

Thousands of Hanging Sword Division disciples slashed and slashed, but they couldn't damage this glazed wall at all......

This is an emotional blow of despair.

Seeing this, the five sword masters urged the five great swords at the same time.

The sword qi of the five swords of [Demon Suppression], [Demon Slayer], [Jealous Evil], [Evil Killing], and [Killing Evil] merged into one, turning into a powerful divine sword phantom, which collided with the glass wall to the extreme, and then ...... It dissipated with a bang.

The five sword masters were shocked by the power at the same time.

And under the attack of this divine force, the glass wall finally spread a huge crack.

All this gives hope to the people of the Hanging Sword Division.

However, the next second was despair.

"Naive. ”

The voice of the Sanskrit god came from the sky, the majestic and mighty innate internal force poured from the sky, and the glass walls were restored in an instant......

In the face of an enemy of the level of the Sanskrit god, one can only be constantly dominated by despair......

In front of this wall, all the so-called generous charges to the death have become a joke.

The so-called belief can't even move forward......

That's what it is...... Otherworldly power.

Meng Yuqi, Gu Yunzhou, Lao Bai, Luo Qingrou, Jian Qingci, Guo Qinhan and others were all in the charging crowd, constantly waving the weapons in their hands to hit the glass wall...... But nothing worked......

All that was gained was the pressure of despair.

Finally, the concise Emei spike broke off in the impact...... Meng Yuqi fell to her knees in front of the glass wall in distraction.

Muttering:

"How so...... Why...... We've all worked so hard...... Obviously, the master has done so much for leaving the country...... Why do you do this to him...... Why do you ...... us like this?"

"Sanskrit God, you bastard!"

The gray-haired old Chu held a sword in his hand and shot straight into the sky.

If you can't break through the glass wall, then launch a charge against the Sanskrit god himself!

The black sword drove a dazzling streamer and rushed straight towards the Sanskrit god.

The Sanskrit god was expressionless, and he stretched out his finger and tapped it lightly.

"I don't know. ”

Then, a huge force was crushed.

The old warrior was hit on the way to the charge...... Falling from the sky.

Every guard, commander, sword-wielding and even sword master of the Hanging Sword Division saw this scene in their eyes.

I don't know whether it is despair or grief.

At this time, the neighing of war horses sounded on the silent battlefield.

Herod's ......

A white-robed figure riding a crimson war horse leaped from the end of the horizon!

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