"No!"

Lu Jiansheng's face turned pale, and blood gushed up his throat, but he swallowed it back.

The blood net and the blood sword are both his natal weapons, and the two are one. The blood net is the main trap and kill, and the blood sword is the main attack, cooperating with each other. But last time, the Blood Net Magic Weapon that had been cultivated for a long time without paying attention was destroyed by Zhang Yuanhao, which almost hurt his vitality.

This time, with just one sword, he broke the blood net again.

"High-level magic weapons!"

Zhao Peng, the protector of the Dharma who was watching from the sidelines, showed a hint of shock in his eyes, and looked at the red blade in Zhang Yuanhao's hand fixedly.

Liu Haoran was silent, and his eyes were a little complicated when he looked at Zhang Yuanhao.

For a while, everyone was stunned by Zhang Yuanhao's powerful sword, and even a few elders had a hint of surprise on their faces.

"Master Lu, since your magic weapon has been destroyed, how about this competition be stopped, just give you a small lesson. Remember, the cultivation world still has to respect the seniors!"

Zhang Yuanhao said in a painless voice, his head slightly raised, as if looking down.

Lu Jian was trembling with anger, his eyes were red, and he pointed at Zhang Yuanhao's figure viciously: "Impossible! I am the only one with you who can leave alive, don't think about escaping!"

Zhang Yuanhao sneered in his heart. Sure enough, he was still young and vigorous, and he was so stimulated by a sentence.

Before Lu Jiansheng's words fell, the blood sword turned back to his body. He took out a cyan gourd from the storage bag, and a thick blood gas erupted from it, slowly repairing the damage of the blood sword.

"Whether it's a high-level magic weapon or a high-level spell, it's a joke in front of absolute strength!" Lu Jiansheng laughed, creepy.

"Presumably, you still don't know the foundation of my Yi Yan Sword Sect in the Cangfeng Kingdom, right? Let me tell you, it's the Xuanfa! My Yi Yan Sword Sect has three Zhen Sect Xuanfa, and each of them can easily kill you!"

Zhang Yuanhao frowned slightly, and looked at Lu Jiansheng with some vigilance.

"Let you see now, my Yi Yan Sword Sect's strongest attack Xuanfa - 'Void Sword Body'"

Lu Jiansheng laughed wildly, the spiritual power on his body fluctuated like a tide, and the qi waves around his body were rolling, and his momentum was extraordinary.

Zheng!

A close Lingguang Sect disciple was startled, and suddenly found that the magic sword on his waist was faintly shaking, as if it was about to come out of its sheath.

"Void sword body, ten thousand swords coming!"

Lu Jiansheng's face suddenly appeared with a burst of silver luster, his figure slowly floated up, and sharp sword patterns appeared out of thin air, and then burned on his face and arms, a trace of sharp and incomparable sword qi was like light and shadow, cutting what he touched. Zhang Yuanhao was like a great enemy, and immediately retreated a few feet.

"Bang!"

The clothes on Lu Jiansheng's body exploded and turned into countless fragments. A silver body was revealed, and the dense sword patterns seemed to be born, engraved on its body, as if it was draped in a silver armor.

"Here comes the sword!"

As soon as Lu Jiansheng said a word, there was a sudden clanging sound all around, and countless sword weapons flew out of the onlookers of the Lingguang Sect, like a long dragon, circling in the sky for a while, and then shooting densely into the battlefield.

Zhang Yuanhao raised his hand, and a blue sword light pierced the sky, cutting off countless sword weapons in an instant, and the broken sword remnants were sprinkled like rain.

"You forced me, I don't want to use the occult law!"

Lu Jian's face was hideous, and there was a magnificent echo between his words, which made people feel afraid.

The peaks of the Lingguang Sect have a total of no less than 3,000 Qi cultivation realms, and there are nearly 10,000 miscellaneous disciples who have no cultivation, and most of them carry a standard magic sword with them, which is uniformly distributed by the Lingguang Sect Refining Workshop. And in the refining workshop, there are countless finished magic swords created.

At this moment, tens of thousands of magic swords were circling densely above the Giant Spirit Peak. Half of them condensed into a pair of sword wings, countless sharp magic swords like steel feathers, and on the other side, a giant dragon formed by the convergence of sword weapons towered into the air, and the scales of the sword were towering.

Sun Fei and the others in the Foundation Building Realm looked awe-inspiring, staring at the battlefield in front of them, if there was something wrong, they would definitely intervene immediately.

Lu Jiansheng had sword wings on his back, almost completely covering the Giant Spirit Peak, and with a wave of his bright silver arm, a torrent of sword weapons suddenly diverged out from the sword weapon dragon, forming a skyscraper giant sword, the tip of the sword was formed by the aggregation of countless magic swords, and it was crushed towards Zhang Yuanhao.

"It's good to come!"

In the past, Zhang Yuanhao couldn't do anything about such an offensive, but with the Red Feather Knife by his side, Zhang Yuanhao could easily take it.

Boom –

The crimson blade turned into an afterimage, and in an instant, it slashed out eight times, and the turquoise sword qi was in the air. The sword qi is condensed with jasper crystal fire refined from jasper, which restrains all evils, and sticks to things and burns them all.

Only to hear a boom, a turquoise sword qi collided with the giant sword, and the latter immediately collapsed like rotten wood, and countless magic sword fragments flew sideways, blocked by the huge wall of spiritual power condensed by Sun Fei's foundation realm.

The sword is traversal, non-stop. Zhang Yuanhao saw the opportunity, his body moved again, stepped on the Huoyuan Sword, held the Red Feather Knife, and flew into the air with a bang.

"Look for death!"

Lu Jiansheng's originally handsome face was covered with silver sword patterns, which looked extremely mysterious. Before the words fell, the sword wings behind him flapped, and his body flashed, and in an instant, he was in front of the first sword qi.

"Crush me!"

Lu Jiansheng stretched out his arm covered with countless silver sword patterns, as if pinching a weed, and exploded the turquoise sword qi that could easily kill the late stage of qi training.

"What a domineering attack on the Xuanfa!" Sun Fei's face was full of solemnity, looking at Lu Jiansheng's moves and styles, and said with emotion, "It can make a weak sword cultivator's physique become as amazing as a physical cultivation in an instant, and it can also derive a faint wisp of sword intent and control endless sword weapons, it's terrifying!"

Looking at the peak of the Giant Spirit Peak again, Lu Jiansheng's ghostly silver figure flashed again, smashed the remaining seven sword qi alive, and rushed towards Zhang Yuanhao, looking at his posture, he actually wanted to fight Zhang Yuanhao in close combat.

"Get out!"

Zhang Yuanhao's eyes were cold, and the Red Feather Knife was horizontal in front of him, and suddenly drew a dazzling green light, forcing the oncoming Lu Jiansheng to retreat hundreds of feet away.

For a time, the sword feathers scattered.

Lu Jiansheng's arms that were blocked at his head trembled and put down, and on his arm, which was originally covered with bright silver sword patterns, there was a scorched black knife mark, and the dotted turquoise flames sneered and burned the flesh and skin, looking quite miserable.

"Very good!" Lu Jiansheng lowered his arms, his eyes were resentful, like a demon in hell, "The more you hurt me, the stronger my attack will be!"

Before the words fell, the sword wings fluttered again, and Lu Jiansheng's whole person was like a goshawk fighting in the air, breaking through the sky in an instant. The clouds were colorful, and Lu Jiansheng fanned his sword wings and stagnated in the air.

"One hundred and eight thousand swords!"

As Lu Jiansheng let out a low roar, the sword wings behind him instantly collapsed, and the sword weapon dragon in the distance was also shattered, turning into a rain of swords in the sky, flying down.