There seemed to be golden wave peanuts on the sword, and when the ripples swelled up, it was separated from the sword body, but it turned into pieces of golden phoenix feathers.

Countless bright yellow sword qi condensed into substance, like thousands of phoenix feathers flying up from his sword, dense like a blizzard, escaping towards the surrounding heaven and earth.

Thousands of thunder and flames were torn apart, and only a pale spark fluttered in the bright yellow sword qi like a candle in the wind.

This is the real way to break the road with force.

With the generation and stimulation of these sword qi, Yuan Wu's body was constantly expanding in the perception of all people, even ordinary people, becoming huge, becoming immeasurable, and becoming straight into the endless void.

He was like an unimaginably tall giant, connected to the heavens.

Without any tricks, he relied on his pure strength to crush all the runes and force out Zheng Sleeve's hidden spark sword.

This is the power of the Eight Realms, but compared to the time of the Lushan Alliance, his control of the power of the Eight Realms is obviously extremely skilled and arbitrary.

The thousands of phoenix-like sword qi generated by the sharp shock, the sword in his hand went from a sharp shock to absolute stillness without the slightest break.

In the next moment, the sword in his hand was already being handed towards the cold spark.

The instantaneous reversal from extreme movement to sudden stillness, this kind of fragment that seemed to be completely inconsistent with the laws of heaven and earth, made the countless cultivators present even feel uncomfortable.

The bright yellow sword light was incomparably accurate in touching the pale starfire.

But not a slash, but a slap.

It was obviously a narrow sword light, but in the void, it was like a huge wave slapping, and with a muffled "buzz", the pale starfire was forced to reverse its direction and swoop back towards Zheng Sleeve.

The spark was only slightly dispersed, and its power was only slightly weakened.

Ding Ning has a secret sword intent, but after all, it is just borrowing some sword intent, just like grabbing some traces of sword qi, which is different from a sword like Yuan Wu.

Zhao Yiyi couldn't see such a picture, but everything he saw in his perception was clearer than the vast majority of people present.

He couldn't help but shake his head.

He didn't expect Yuan Wu to be so powerful.

Even if his realm today is not the same as the previous battle on the Weihe River back then, he is sure in his heart that if he changes himself, he may not be able to catch the full force of Yuanwu's sword now.

There was a muffled thud in the air.

Zheng Sleeve's body had already broken away from the hull of the ship and jumped into the air.

The battle between a cultivator of her rank like Yuan Wu was originally to see who could take the lead and always control the rhythm of the battle in her own hands.

With the help of that talisman, she herself had already seized the opportunity.

However, Yuan Wu's case was to break her sword intent at the same time, and at the same time, he turned from offense to defense.

This pale spark was still dozens of feet away from her, and the terrifying Yuan Qi power had already impacted her Protective True Yuan, pressing her down from mid-air.

Her feet hit the ground.

A visible wave of air spread from her ankle into the air around her.

The harbor floor beneath her feet was paved with cyan rocks.

This rock is extremely hard, and after countless years of use in the port, the crushing of chariots and horses, and the friction of the cables, it has only left a shallow trace, and only polished the surface to a smooth surface.

However, as this wave of qi spread, cracks appeared on the hard rock, like cracks and spider webs, spreading sharply, and the inside was like a kettle boiling water, sneering and gushing out.

Stone chips splattered and hit the hull of the ship along the harbor with a terrible crashing sound.

The ships began to shake violently, and dense wounds appeared in the hull.

Zheng Sleeve's indifferent eyes also flashed with a strange brilliance, and she didn't expect that Yuan Wu's cultivation had reached such a level.

However, neither her state of mind nor her body wavered in the slightest.

Her feet were stuck like nails in the crackling harbor ground, and she reached out to the pale spark that fell in her face.

With a bang, it was like an oven was erected in the heavens and the earth.

The heat was so hot that people outside the harbor felt unbearable, and the heat flowed from her hands to heaven and earth.

At the center of the oven was the small sword in her palm.

The moment the two sword lights touched each other, the pale sparks easily shattered like burned-out paper ashes.

Zhao Si's natal sword itself has been tempered for a long time in the spark turbulence, and this spark cannot pose any threat to it at all, but there are many scattered sparks that are instantly absorbed by this natal sword.

The blade of this fiery red sword grew huge around the pale flames of light.

Zheng Sleeve's movements were so steady that they seemed to be stagnant, but this sword light was so fast that it exceeded the perception of most of the monks present.

The sword light instantly broke through the air, piercing Yuan Wu's eyebrows.

In the blazing starlight, Yuan Wu's facial features and flesh were illuminated almost transparently, and his eyes seemed to be burning.

"This is the Zhao Jian Furnace Sword that you have raised for a long time?"

However, the corners of his mouth flashed with a hint of a playful smile.

Between this kind of smile, the unimaginably thick heaven and earth vitality had already surged out of the tricks around him.

With a terrifying tearing sound, those condensed and entangled pale sparks were shocked away from this natal sword, turning into floating candle-like things, shooting out in all directions.

The natal sword in Zheng Sleeve's hand was still breaking through the air, carrying her body with her, bringing the afterimage of the Dao in the air.

The bright yellow long sword in his hand, which had just finished slapping, was raised very simply and violently, and then smashed down towards Zheng Sleeve's head like a long stick!

The air resounded with the sound of countless glass shattering.

The two sword bodies did not really meet, but the collision between the Yuan Qi had caused Zheng Sleeve's body to be instantly shocked backwards and fly out.

Her body swept like a wild goose with broken wings, flying past the still shaking boats, and slamming into the surface of the Wei River.

Yuan Wu's hand holding the sword only shook slightly, and his knees were slightly bent, but he didn't want to release his strength, but to exert his strength again!

In the next moment, his figure had disappeared in place.

Today is not a complicated battle formation, he only needs to deal with Zheng Sleeve alone, so he doesn't need to be stingy with the true yuan in his body at all.

This tactic is not pretty, but it is very practical and domineering.

His figure had reached the top of Zheng Sleeve.

It's a sense of speed and momentum that shocked everyone present.

The wind currents he brought with him caused many smaller ships to overturn or even overturn in the midst of the rocking, smashing into the water.

The sword in his hand had already been raised, and in the next moment, this sword would be smashed down like a giant stick, enough to smash Zheng Sleeve into the bottom of the river!

However, at this time, something unexpected happened to him.

The sword in Zheng Sleeve's hand was handed out faster than him.

In other words, Zheng Sleeve's sword intent was cast and formed faster than him.