Someone shouted out, this is not the sword god East Gate Blowing Sword, no wonder he has the confidence to challenge Qingyun Dao Chief. The sword technique of the east gate blowing wind was unique in the world back then, and the sixty-four swords could be arranged into various formations, such as the most popular 433 attack formation in the martial arts, the 442 formation that can be attacked and defended, and the 541 turtle formation often used by the Ming court, which can be attacked and defended, and can be round and square, which made the world's masters a headache back then.

The moment the conical sword array rushed towards Ye Liangchen, Ye Liangchen's face hit, until Zhao Ritian's peachwood sword was unsheathed, and he used the famous sword move of the peachwood sword god, and the peach blossom flowed.

The peachwood sword showed a purple light, the heavens and the earth were eclipsed, my martial arts were weak, looking at it from a distance, I only felt that the true qi in my body was surging, and the half-inch river and mountain pass that I had practiced for a few days suddenly also worked, and it seemed to be pulled by the qi of the two people. Seeing this, the three vulgar people hurriedly asked me to calm down and guide the flow of true qi according to the method of mantras. After a few exhalations, I only felt a hot current rising from the dantian, like a trickle in the body, gradually converging into a river, an indescribable feeling. For a moment, I felt that Ye Zhao and the two were competing, and I saw it more clearly.

Just when Ye Liangchen was tired of dealing with the sixty-four flying swords, the first sword that Zhao Ritian shot was a killing sword. Dazzling as the sun. Ye Liangchen retreated eighteen steps in a row, each step accompanied by thunder, and dust flew behind him. An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Ritian's mouth, when the peachwood sword made a strong move, the wooden sword was divided into two, one white and one black, and the peachwood sword god groaned, always replacing the new peach with the old talisman. As soon as the words fell, sixty-four long swords formed a gossip, and the black and white swords were in the center, forming a sigil, ready to go.

The three vulgarities say that these two wooden swords, Shen Tu and Yu Lei, once they form a killing move, I am afraid that the land immortals will be difficult to resist. I said, "What should I do?" Daoist Qingyun is not your nephew, don't you help him? Sanshu said again, but this kid is not a land immortal! Jia Ming said, Hey, Daoist, your Chinese was taught by a physical education teacher?

At this moment, Ye Liangchen threw the long sword out casually, ready to take this move empty-handed, always exchanging the new peach for the old talisman.

Zhao Ritian said, Are you going to be the rhythm of death? As he spoke, he drove the sword formation, formed sixty-four gossip sigils, and attacked Ye Liangchen. Qingyun Dao's long hair must be as straight as possible, without a bit of fairy demeanor. Finally, under the attack of the fifty-ninth rune, Ye Liangchen couldn't resist it, and the next five attacks were superimposed again and again, and blood was spat out in an instant. And the last sword, Shen Tu Yu Lei merged into one, and slowly flew towards Ye Liangchen. The sword walked slowly, but Ye Liangchen was like a great enemy.

The three sayings are going to divide the winners and losers.

When the peachwood sword was still three feet away from Ye Liangchen, Qingyun Dao Chang shouted sixteen words: The night of the full moon, the top of the Forbidden City, a sword from the west, and a flying immortal outside the sky!