On the rooftop square, an amazing scene is happening.

At the top of the green mountain, the sword intent is in the air, vertical and horizontal, and the violent appearance is like a storm raging, strong and domineering.

The carved stone pillars that stood up in the square, as the ground began to shake, an invisible pressure spread out, and the faces of many monks surged with a touch of pale at this moment.

This kind of change shocked everyone's hearts, and they hurriedly turned the Yuan Force in their bodies into operation, so that they felt a little better, but their bodies were comfortable, but they wanted to be swept by stormy waves in their hearts.

"噌", "噌", "噌"......

Suddenly, a bright light burst out, like a rain of thousands of swords, and people seemed to feel a powerful sword intent.

Rumble!

Immediately following everyone, they saw that in the surging terrifying sword qi, a golden sword shadow suddenly tore through the surging light like a river, and rushed into the sky.

The golden light and sword shadow, up to the heavens, down to the earth, that huge and majestic feeling, like a sword in the sky, can collapse and crack the earth, and the sky trembles.

In the brilliant golden light, a young man stood proudly, his straight body, like a taut spear, he held the sword in both hands, held high to the sky, that indomitable, strong posture, revealing contempt for eternity and arrogance.

The noon sun, blazing and bright, just sprinkled down, shining on Xue Xuan together with the golden light, forming a bright arc of light, making him look more powerful and sacred, and the many monks watching the battle actually had a sense of inferiority in the face of gods.

They sank into Xue Xuan's eyes, those eyes were as resolute as iron, full of high-spirited fighting spirit, there was a strange magic, these eyes, sharp and domineering, scorching and flying, as if in the face of eternity, they were able to be neither humble nor arrogant, waving the sword in their hands, and they were furious.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Xue Xuan moved lightly and took a slow step forward, this step, slightly like the wind, but falling in the eyes of everyone, it made their bodies tense uncontrollably.

And Zhang Zimo in front of Xue Xuan, that gloomy complexion, set off an indescribable fear, in his position, he can feel more clearly how powerful and invincible Xue Xuan exudes at this moment, that kind of majestic battle intent like the sea, so that the blood in his body seems to be coagulated, and the operation of Yuan Force is extremely sluggish.

Xue Xuan's state at the moment is very mysterious, a self-respecting, crushing eternal momentum surged out from the depths of his heart, and his tired body seemed to burst out again.

And this kind of momentum is exactly what is most needed to show the next means, so when the step falls, Xue Xuan's solemn face also set off a touch of fanaticism, and he also wants to see how shocking the martial arts he inadvertently feels.

The Yuan Force in his body was frantically infused into the Spirit Slashing Sword, and Xue Xuan's face turned pale, but the low voice of deep drinking also resounded at this moment.

"Canglan, song, two slashes of the world. ”

Every word fell, the hands holding up the Spirit Slashing Sword pressed down a point, and the golden light sword shadow that stood in the sky also fell, and when the last word resounded, the Spirit Slashing Sword carried the Heavenly Sword Shadow, and slashed down.

Boom!

A deafening loud sound resounded, and the entire platform shook violently, and the carved stone pillars on the square seemed to have withstood a great impact and collapsed violently.

The faces of many monks changed, and their bodies immediately freed up their rolling yuan power, and as soon as they protected their whole bodies, the shock wave that rippled down from the platform swept over, and that feeling was as if they had been violently hit by a heavy stone.

Some of the monks who moved a little slower turned pale, staggered, and took a few steps backwards.

Click......

The sound of things shattering sounded on the platform, and everyone hurriedly looked over, and then saw that the powerful light curtain supported by Zhang Zimo's body was like a withered flower, constantly shattering down, and it was obvious that his last means of defense was shattered clean under the slash of Naba.

Poof.

The light curtain completely shattered, and a large mouthful of blood erupted from Zhang Zimo's mouth, and at the same time, the ground below suddenly collapsed open, and one terrible crack after another spread wildly under his feet.

Boom!

The next moment, he knelt directly on the ground, slamming his knees into the ground and making a dull sound.

"No...... Don't, don't kill me. ”

Zhang Zimo muttered in his mouth, his eyes were full of fear, and he looked ahead sluggishly and pitifully, looking at the upright young figure.

Xue Xuan's eyes were cold, looking at Zhang Zimo who was kneeling in front of him, although his face was pale, but it condensed a touch of perseverance, and the spirit slashing sword he held in both hands was motionless above Zhang Zimo.

As long as it is cut off again, this life will come to an end.

"Whether I kill you or not depends on me, I knew it was like this, why bother in the first place?"

Xue Xuan's words were very cold, every word made Zhang Zimo's heart tremble, and on his forehead, there was a cold sweat falling down.

"My fault, it's all my fault, Brother Xue, please give me another chance. ”

Zhang Zimo nodded again and again, and the fierce sword aura above his head let him know that as long as Xue Xuan turned his mind, he would be able to split his own strength in half, this quaint looking long sword was so terrifying that it was chilling.

Xue Xuan was able to exert such a violent offensive, and that kind of mysterious and domineering momentum was the key, but the powerful power could only be withstood by powerful magic weapons, so this restrained and sharp spirit slashing sword, in terms of quality, was probably terrifyingly high.

Of course, this kind of thought can only flash in Zhang Zimo's mind, he is a wise person, he knows how to stay in the green mountains without worrying about running out of firewood, no matter what, it is better to save his life first, even if there is great hatred, he can't kill himself.

"I said, it's not up to me. ”

Xue Xuan opened his mouth lightly, and then turned his head to look at the girl in the distance, the girl was standing beside Lu Feiyang at this moment, her beautiful cheeks were still mottled with tears, and her big clear and crystal eyes were full of painful sadness.

When Xue Xuan's gaze looked over, it happened to be opposite An Xueqian's gaze here, and then Xue Xuan saw that there was a trace of pity in the girl's eyes, and she immediately shook her head slightly.

Xue Xuan clearly saw it, the girl's pink thin lips were bitten so that a trace of blood seeped out, this girl, even if she suffered the grief of the tragic death of her loved ones, but under the initial anger and reality, that compassion still emerged inexorably.

With a flick of the Spirit Slashing Sword, Xue Xuan turned to leave, and at the moment he turned around, his pale face wrinkled, and a large mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out wildly, and his body staggered, and he fell to the ground in an instant.

Sonor!

The Spirit Slashing Sword was inserted upside down on the ground, and finally stabilized his body, Xue Xuan held the long sword in one hand, and the other hand just pressed into the blood that was spitting out, sticky, exuding a strong smell of blood.

Behind him, Zhang Zimo, who was kneeling on the ground, saw the young man who suddenly fell into decadence, and in his eyes, killing intent suddenly surged out.

And in the square below the platform, the eyes of many monks also surged with fierce killing intent in an instant, their eyes were as sharp as knives in a blink of an eye, and their bodies were tense, like fierce beasts that were about to pounce on them, a killing word, suddenly occupied their minds.

The young man who bent over with a long sword had already brought them an indescribable pressure, and under this pressure, everyone would be extremely depressed.