Click!!

When the golden array flag fell, the Lan Immortal Array suddenly flickered throughout the day, and most of it was dimmed, and countless flaws were born in the prohibition.

"Everyone...... , Attack the Tianlan Immortal Array !!", Feng Qinghou gave an order, and the army of nearly one million high-level monks on the side of Zhendong Hou all turned their attacks to the seven-color halo enchantment that shrouded the sixfold peak.

Woooo

The brilliance of martyrdom in the sky shrouded the entire Lingding Immortal Peak, and under the attack of nearly a million monks, the "Tianlan Immortal Array", which had a long inheritance, shook violently and dimmed, and it was about to shatter.

"It's over......", Bai Yu's figure flickered, his face turned pale, and his eyes showed a trace of despair and powerlessness.

Even though he was able to suppress Zhendong Hou in a frontal battle, it was a grand immortal cultivation war in which millions of monks participated.

The real victory belongs to a huge whole, to the thousands of monks, not to the winners and losers of individual contests.

Unless...... Possess the overwhelming strength to slay the head of the enemy.

However, Zhendong Hou, who has the bloodline of the Supreme Treasure Dragon Weapon and the Immortal Qin Imperial Family, almost has the power to be proud of Dachun, how difficult is it to kill him?

"It's a pity, but in the end, it fell short......"

The Spring Emperor, who was trapped by the Eight Heavenly Demons, had a gloomy face and was very unwilling, but he was powerless to return to the sky.

He still miscalculated the strength of the Zhendong Hou side in advance, and a division was not enough to reverse the overall situation, but only balanced the strong reinforcements of the Zhendong Hou side.

"My Majesty Emperor Qin, you lost ...... this time", the Heavenly Demon Sect Master said with considerable strength while pinching the trick: "As long as the Tianlan Immortal Array is broken, Zhendong Hou's strength to join forces with my Heavenly Demon Sect will destroy the Immortal Dao Sect in no three days!!"

Emperor Qin's face was extremely embarrassed, and he said coldly and indifferently: "One day, the widow will destroy your Heavenly Demon Gate, and there will be Zhendong Hou!!", "This Dongsheng Continent, those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose me !!will die", Emperor Qin's unwilling roar spread throughout the audience, making people feel chilled.

The Heavenly Demon Sect Lord looked disdainful on the surface, but he was a little weak in his heart, he knew the strength of Emperor Qin best: if he mastered it, the Nine Dragons Fortress, the deity came in person, even if he joined forces with Zhendong Hou, plus the five princes, he might not be an opponent" and even all the strong people on the field were unknown.

"It seems that there is no way back. ”

With his own strength, he fought against the three princes without a trace, and he also stopped fighting at this moment" muttered to himself: "Containing the three god void powerhouses has reached my limit, and now I don't have the realm of "three spirits in one." ”

"But...... There is another person, who may not be without a chance. ”

Qianqiu Wuxian suddenly looked back at the eighth peak.

"Emperor Qianqiu, we admit that you are very powerful" admires you very much. But now...... , there is no hope, it's useless to rely on anyone!!", Jin Penghou smiled slightly.

"Hey, are you looking at that kid from the Eighth Peak?" The other prince was slightly stunned, and then sneered: "He is a strong man close to the Divine Void Realm, what can he do under this overwhelming advantage?"

"Not necessarily. ”

The incarnation of Buddhism has no trace, and his expression is peaceful, as if he is just an intuitive Tao.

And at this moment "on the eighth peak."

Seeing that the golden array flag fell, Yang Fan's face was gloomy, and he grabbed Elder Mo's throat, and the blood-sampire dragon whip on his body "whoosh" and wrapped him and the giant turtle's corpse together.

Elder Mo's limbs were numb, and his body of essence and blood was extracted several points in an instant.

In Celestial Mode, the "Vampire Dragon Whip draws the power of the Soul Essence Blood, and it is amplified by an unknown amount."

"Save my ......," Elder Mo let out a feeble cry for help.

However, at the critical moment, Feng Qinghou and the others had already ignored him and commanded a million troops to attack the Tianlan Immortal Array.

"You sinner!!", the Three Swords Elder gritted his teeth, carrying a sword light, stabbing him to a thousand holes.

"Hahaha...... , today is the day of the fall of the Immortal Dao Sect!!"

The wild laughter of Zhendong Hou spread all over the radius.

Bang

Under the overwhelming brilliant light, the Tianlan Immortal Array shook violently, becoming dim and dull, and the situation would be shattered at any time.

"It's over......", several elders of the Immortal Dao Sect and countless disciples and deacons could hardly hide the despair, fear, and even grief on their faces.

"Big brother, take the opportunity to escape, don't worry about me. ”

Yang Hui's face was pale, and her beautiful eyes also revealed deep helplessness and pain.

In this case, she didn't care about her own life, but the first thing she thought of was to let Yang Fan run.

Because of her deep affection for the Immortal Dao Sect, she would never allow herself to escape.

"I'm not going to let you get ......"

Yang Fan's eyes burst with a fierce light, and even flashed a little blood, and when everyone in the Immortal Dao Sect fell into despair and helplessness, he slowly raised the broken sword.

"Big Brother ......"

Yang Huixin was about to cry, her eyes were ruddy, she pulled Yang Fan's arm, and begged: "Don't work hard."

"Don't worry, I'm still fifty percent sure, and the !! turn defeat into victory", Yang Fan held the broken sword in his hand, "calmly and self-determined."

At this moment, at the moment when countless monks were desperate and powerless, his figure appeared tall and tall, and in the entire eighth peak, he seemed to stand out from the crowd.

Fifty percent sure?

When the monks nearby heard this, their hearts were lifted, and their eyes were on him.

Fifty percent?

Turning defeat into victory? Fifty percent sure?

It's not because the chance is too small, it's too big and too big to surprise and ecstasy.

In this situation, even if there is still a one-in-ten chance, it will make people rekindle their fighting spirit.

"Pharmacist Yang......"

The blue jade fairy's eyes were ruddy, and she suddenly felt an endless breath from Yang Fan's body.

This is a kind of artistic conception that places oneself in the Jedi of death and transcends the madness of life and death.

"Fifty percent sure?"

Bai Yu Old Immortal, who was standing high in the sky, shrugged his eyebrows, and his eyes showed a hint of surprise: "He...... Can he really do it?", not only is he paying attention to Yang Fan, but also Zhendong Hou and Qianqiu are without a trace.

Qianqiu has no trace because he has a certain understanding of Yang Fan.

And Zhen Donghou listened to Bai Yu Lao Immortal in the battle just now that Yang Fan was the "nobleman" who could save the catastrophe of the Immortal Dao Sect in his calculations.

When Yang Fan slowly raised the Wushuang Broken Sword, Zhen Donghou's expression suddenly froze: "His next sword doesn't seem to be going to live." ”

"What a unique artistic conception...... Qianqiu Wuxian trembled: "The sword intent shrouded in his body has put him in a desperate situation of death with no way out, giving up everything, even life. Once this sword is slashed, "He will surely die!!"

Surely death!!

The three princes who confronted him were all full of surprise.

"Do you mean, "When he slashes a sword, he will surely die?!!"

One of the princes was taken aback.

"The artistic conception of the sword is like this, but the extremes of things must be opposed, and in any desperate situation, there should still be a glimmer of life, and so is this sword. ”

When Qianqiu Wuxian said this, there was also a trace of doubt in his eyes.

Obviously, the next sword, even as a great grandmaster, could not be broken for a while.

"Then what is the power of his next sword. ”

Jin Penghou fought a cold war.

Experience has taught him that the more powerful the mysticism, the greater the price to pay.

And the secret technique that even puts life on the outside will be "how strong it will be."

"I can't estimate the power, but it must be...... Very strong, very strong!!", Qianqiu said with a trace of incomparably solemn.

The three princes couldn't help but fight a cold war.

And at this time, on the eighth peak.

The breath of death on Yang Fan's body slowly spread, and everywhere he went, there was a dead silence.

A radius of 100 miles...... Miles...... 5,000 miles......

"Big brother ......", Yang Huixin clenched her hands, her eyes were red, her face was full of tears, ashamed and helpless.

When Yang Fan raised the unequaled broken sword, that kind of artistic conception went directly into people's hearts.

All can understand that "he has poured life into that sword."

"Wushuang, we will be able to revisit that sword again, and it is impossible to estimate whether it will be life or death next. ”

Yang Fan took a deep breath and ran the spirit of his whole body.

The power of the green seed of life, the power of the soul root, the divine power of the radiant sprouts......

All power, including the enhancement of all vitality, is unreservedly infused into the Broken Sword.

"It seems that you have not fully understood this sword. Wushuang's voice sounded: "Now, we still have at least seventy percent of our vitality, which is too big, and there is still a distance from the real desperate situation." ”

"This sword" I am for my own commitment, but also for my own relatives. ”

"It's not enough, because you have too many ways to retreat. Wushuang said coldly: "Wait a little longer!!"

Bang

Finally, under the bombardment of the beautiful brilliance in the sky, the Tianlan Immortal Array suddenly collapsed.

"Surround the Immortal Dao Sect and kill it, and not a single living mouth can be left ......", Feng Qinghou issued orders again and again, she paid more attention to the overall situation.

The Tianlan Immortal Formation is broken! A million troops are killed!!

Bang bang!

Yang's heart was beating faster, and he felt that death was getting closer and closer to him, and the safety of his relatives was becoming more and more uncertain.

"It's not enough......," Wushuang's voice came, "When you faced the Three Shadows Old Demon back then, you had lost any way out. ”

"Stop him, what secret technique is this person brewing!!", Feng Qinghou sent four Great Cultivators and hundreds of Divine Cultivators to kill Yang Fan.

The sky was shrouded in the brilliance of spells.

At this time, "all of Yang Fan's strength was almost infused into the broken sword, without any means of defense, without any vitality!"

Waiting for him, there is only one death!!

And at this moment, Yang Fan's spirit and all the vitality disappeared from his body.

At the moment when the physical body died, Yang Fan's deep eyes lit up inexplicably, and only a void sword and a broken sword remained!!

At the same moment, on the Wushuang Broken Sword, there was a supreme aura that was above all sword weapons.

Buzz woo woo~

Suddenly, in the entire area, countless sword weapons and magic weapons trembled, even in the space props.

Qiang Qiang ...... , countless sword weapons, out of the master's control, in the trembling, tilted in the direction of the eighth peak, as if worshipping.

"What's going on!!", almost all the monks on the field were taken aback, and their own sword weapons, booming and banging, flew out and stuck on the ground, worshipping the first Yae Peak.

Ten Thousand Swords Worship!!

For a time, the grand and martyred war of cultivating immortals came to an abrupt end.

Everyone, involuntarily, looked in the direction of the Ten Thousand Swords Pilgrimage.

"The first...... Who should I kill?", when all the power and vitality were injected into the broken sword and ten thousand swords worshipped, Yang Fan flashed such a thought.