The sword intent broke through the nine heavens, followed by the sword qi.

The people in the entire Xicheng District all felt a piercing chill rushing to their faces, and the hundreds of palms pressed by the eight-faced god clone suddenly stopped, and then exploded violently, and even the overflowing power of the evil god was as if it had been cut by a sword, and it quickly returned to the original spiritual power.

The eight-faced god clone that made people feel unstoppable struck angrily, and just like that, it turned into nothingness under the trace of sword qi that leaked out.

Frightened, angry, and crazy, the hundred-meter-tall eight-faced god clone let out a roar that resounded through the sky.

There seemed to be countless chanting voices in the void, and it spread deafeningly. Under the loud noise, black flames filled the sky. At this moment, the sky is like an upside-down black ocean, and there is music in the ripples of countless water waves.

In Xicheng District, under the darkness of the sky like the sea, countless living Eight-Faced God Cultists bowed down on the ground and solemnly praised:

"Most High God, offer our humble bodies and ask the gods to be mighty. ”

Between heaven and earth, at that moment, there was silence.

Countless black qi spilled out from these eight-faced god cult disciples and drifted into the bodies of the eight-faced god clones.

"We will receive when we give, and we will have eternal life when we die!"

In the midst of these hoarse chantings, the bodies of these eight-faced cultists were thinned down little by little, as if they had been sucked dry.

Finally, in front of the eight-faced god clone, a huge black mask gradually condensed.

The mask is carved with five expressions: joy, anger, sorrow, sorrow, and happiness, and the dark evil power rolls over, setting off the grand solemnity and the strange evil.

The eight-faced god head, even if it is the true body of the eight-faced god, can only condense eight expressions, and the five-faced god head condensed by this eight-faced god clone exhausting all its strength is enough to destroy a seventh-order upper realm cultivator!

Not only that, but even the entire Xicheng District may be destroyed under this blow.

Majestic energy surged, setting off frenzied tides and waves in the void.

On the 30-meter-tall mask, the five expressions of joy, anger, sadness, sorrow, and happiness seem to gather the power that can bring all lost souls to rest.

Except for Qu Fengxing, Mu Huaiyuan, and the Left Protector of the Raven God Sect who were holding in the sky, only the black-armored man in front of Lin Ze could still maintain his actions in the entire Xicheng District.

All the others, without exception, found that although they could still see and hear things, their bodies could not attack the huge mask, and even such thoughts could not be generated.

Rumble!

As if descending from the abyss, a huge black mask shrouded down, carrying a majestic divine power full of destruction.

Click!

The long sword behind the black-armored man was unsheathed for three points again, and countless sword qi soared into the sky like thousands of dragons.

Knort! Knort!

In an instant, like a violent wind and rain, one after another sword qi slammed into the black mask, making a sound of gold and iron resonating.

The five expressions on top of the huge black mask were all twisted and twitched, as if they were suffering from great pain.

The black-armored man's body suddenly froze, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth under the black armor, as if it was extremely difficult to pull out this half of the long sword.

Drink!

Boom!

The black-armored man let out a loud roar, and a powerful aura erupted from within his body, and the black armor on his arm suddenly exploded, revealing his scarred arm.

Layers of purple true elements poured out of his body, covering the palm of his hand.

His right hand had been drenched in blood from the sword qi, and fine wounds were constantly appearing, and even white phalanges could already be seen.

But he still held the sword tightly, and it didn't loosen for a minute.

"!!"

The cultivation of the black-armored man's seventh-order upper realm erupted without reservation, and the layers of qi swept like a hurricane.

Recite!

All the sounds were gone, and only a sword roared between heaven and earth.

The black long sword was finally unsheathed completely, and the sound of the sword resounded for hundreds of miles, and a black sword light poured out from the tip of the sword, piercing the sky in an instant.

Everything in front of the sword light was torn apart.

Whether it was the huge black mask, or the eight-faced god clone that was 100 meters tall and shrouded in infinite black qi around it, everything was cut in half, and then it was whistling by the infinite sword qi, turning into fine pieces。。。。。。。

Rumble!

Only then did other sounds come from, starting with a loud explosion.

After the black-armored man swung his long sword, the ground where he was standing was visibly sunk into a depth of more than three feet, and the cracks like spider webs stretched out without end.

Then there was the shock of everyone, the cries of the Eight-Faced God's cultists, the splashing of rubble, and the howling of the wind。。。。。。。。

"It can't be... No way...... The left protector of the Raven God Sect fell into a daze, and muttered to himself in disbelief.

With one sword, the eight-faced god clone will be destroyed!!

And this has nothing to do with the black-armored man, his cultivation in the seventh-order upper realm is just a sword that can be drawn!

The truly earth-shattering blow was actually a sword qi attached to this sword by a certain sword cultivator.

The Left Protector of the Raven God Sect couldn't imagine what realm of sword cultivation this could have such means, such a character, even if it was on the side of Middle-earth, he was also a hegemon.

Lin Canglan, the king of Qingzhou, was a martial artist of the eighth-order initial realm, and where could he invite such a sword cultivator.

"It's really fucking annoying, let's play such a desperate game of chess, Lin Canglan sent a dead soldier next to him to bring a sword over and solve it! But he has to be convinced!" Mu Huaiyuan lay down on the clouds under his feet, and shouted helplessly, but in fact, he was also relieved in his heart.

"Huh. Qu Fengxing, the ancestor of the Qu family, sneered, looked at Mu Huaiyuan, and said, "You are still worried that Lin Canglan's kid will trouble you after a while, after all, you secretly pushed and put his eldest son on this chessboard." ”

Hearing the words of the ancestor of the Qu family, Mu Huaiyuan could only smile bitterly, and he was very helpless in his heart.

If he hadn't brought that guy's son into the chessboard, would he have made such a big move to directly invite a sword cultivator of that level to completely destroy the eight-faced god clone?

Mu Huaiyuan knew Lin Canglan's temperament and knew him too well.

If it weren't for Lin Ze's son being put on this chessboard, Lin Canglan would never have spent so much money.

He must have mobilized tens of thousands of pro-troops, directly entered Xicheng District, and slowly took advantage of this big melee to train his troops well!

Such a madman, Mu Huaiyuan knew that he would definitely do this, and even Mu Huaiyuan dared to guarantee that when he first learned about the cultist's plan, Lin Canglan was happier than anyone else, and the group of bloodthirsty soldiers under him were even more excited!