The sub-sword was swung gently, without any power fluctuations, but it caused a chill from the inside out of everyone below. Everyone unconsciously stopped fighting in their hands as early as when the ten thousand golden rays broke through the blood cloud, and they all looked up at the sky one by one. In fact, everyone understands in their hearts that it doesn't matter if they die or live below, the battle of the three people above is what really determines the outcome of the victory.

"If there is nothing, how can I fight you?" Duan Yi smiled indifferently.

"Whether you can fight with me or not, you can only know if you try it!" Duan Ling Feng had already disappeared in place as he spoke, and at the same time, Duan Yi also disappeared.

"Boom!" a series of metal clashes rang out, as if thunder was wafting between heaven and earth. The figures of the two appeared, and the mother sword and the Haotian sword were against each other, just like enemies of life and death, but no one could help anyone. Confrontation is something that both sides do not want to happen. Duan Yi's skill is not as deep as Duan Ling's Feng, even if the opponent is seriously injured, it is far better than him, so fighting with the sword is equivalent to attacking the enemy's strength with his own shortcomings, which is something that only a fool can do;

So the two of them tacitly used force at the same time, and each other withdrew a big step backwards with each other's strength. Although the body retreats, it does not mean that you cannot continue to attack.

Duan Ling*Feng swung his sword and slashed out a sky-splitting sword qi, the golden color of the sword qi was ten times deeper than when it was sent out with his sword finger before, and wherever he passed, the space even faintly fluctuated.

Duan Yi felt this extraordinary power, and his eyes were full of horror. To be honest, although he has been the core figure of the Sword Casting Villa for many years, it is the first time that the Haotian Divine Sword has seen it, without him, only the owner of the town, that is, the person recognized by it, is qualified to touch it.

This first "meeting" really did not disappoint him. The breath was instantly locked by it, that is, this blow could no longer be dodged, and could only be hard-connected. The long sword in his hand was not slow at all, and he also shot out a sky-splitting sword qi with enough strength. This is the second time that the sword qi of the two has been due, and unlike the first time, this time his sword qi is far inferior to the other party in terms of both the color on the outside and the power it exudes. The actual situation was also as expected, and his sword qi completely dissipated after coming into contact with it and canceling out half of its power.

This is also a helpless thing, the Heaven Splitting Sword Qi was originally transmitted by the Haotian Sword Spirit to the Duan clan, of course, it can only be used with the Haotian Sword to exert its maximum power, with other swords, even if it is the Heavenly Sword, it must be inferior.

However, the Yin Yang Sword was not in vain, when Duan Yi's sword qi dissipated, his retreating figure also disappeared in an instant, and a large sword with a length of one person appeared in the sky, like an arrow directly into the remaining Sky Splitting Sword Qi. The remaining sword qi was like paper that was slashed and shattered without hindrance.

The castration of the great sword did not pause in the slightest because of the dissipation of the sword qi, and the murderous aura like essence emanated from its blade and stabbed towards Duan Ling*feng.

This series of actions may seem long, but in fact it is only in the blink of an eye. Just now, I wanted to take advantage of the opponent's unstable foothold to attack him, so the sword qi that was hit was enough to use the strength of Duan Ling Feng's seventh layer, but what I didn't expect was that it was actually a little involved in the injury. What's even more unexpected is that Duan Yi actually has the ability to transform into a sword, and this transformed sword is extraordinary, directly imprisoning the space around him. Although there were still three layers of residual strength in his body at this time, it was not enough to break free from this confinement, so he could only watch the big sword attack him.

At this time, the black-robed man who was originally "pretending to be air" on the side also moved, stretched out a palm, and flew towards Duan Ling Feng like an eagle swooping on it. In the eyes of the people in the distance, this palm was really unremarkable, but Duan Ling Feng, who was in the center of the attack, felt completely different, it was a pressure no less than the pressure of the big sword at this time, and it was even more violent and ferocious, and there was even a disgusting bloody aura.

Seeing that his palm was about to hit the fifth-ranked character in "Tianxialu", the black-robed man couldn't help but laugh under his mask.

The people on the ground stared intently, the big sword and the bloody palm were getting closer and closer to Duan Ling Feng, and the same thought appeared in everyone's minds for a moment: "Is this legendary character really going to fall like this?"

At this moment, I heard Qing'er shouting excitedly: "Master!"

In the sky, as if it appeared out of thin air, a tall and strong man punched and blocked the black-robed man's palm. Everyone's eyes never left for a moment, but no one saw when and how that person appeared.

At the same time, on the other side, the great sword has also been attacked. Duan Ling* had a horizontal sword in front of his chest, and all the remaining strength was gathered in his hands. With a "boom", I saw a bloody sword rushing out of his mouth, and the whole person was directly blasted to the ground like a cannonball, and a semicircular crater with a diameter of no less than ten meters appeared instantly.

Xie Qian immediately reacted and shouted, "Protect the owner!"

Only then did those disciples suddenly wake up, and one by one they flew up and ran towards the big pit.

Of course, it is impossible to wake up with only one side. The two parties, which had already stopped, began to scuffle again.

The big sword stopped after this blow, the sword body gradually disappeared, and Duan Yi's figure also reappeared. He clasped both hands on the hilt of his sword, straight forward. This sword seems to be one size larger than the original mother sword, and a closer look can be seen in the root of the sword body There is a small sword with a length of a foot and a dark green color, as if it were its pattern. Duan Yi slowly parted his hands, the dark green color slowly faded from the sword body, and with the last force, the Zimu Sword finally separated again. A breath of blood could no longer be suppressed, and with a sweet throat, a pillar of blood hung from the corner of his mouth.

However, Duan Yi didn't pay attention to the blood at the corner of his mouth at all, and with a left hand, Zijian disappeared again.

Qin Guang secretly said: "Not good!" The bottom of his hand suddenly doubled the force, caught the black-robed man off guard, shook him back half a step, and took advantage of this gap to get out and shoot towards Duan Ling*feng.

"Is it too late?" Qin Guang's speed was indeed very fast, as fast as a streamer, but it was still not as fast as the shadowless and invisible cursed sword.

"Poof!" is the sound of a sharp blade piercing into **, which is obviously so slight that it is almost inaudible, but it can cover all the killing sounds, and it clearly enters everyone's ears.

The people on the ground stopped again and focused their gaze on one point.

They couldn't see the situation in the pit, but the people in the air could see it clearly-Zijian suddenly showed his original form at the moment when he was about to succeed, and he froze strangely, and it was at this moment that a figure appeared between Zijian and Duan Ling*feng, and suffered the legendary terrifying sword.

"Old Duan!" Qin Guang finally arrived, grabbed Duan Lao's falling body, and was just about to take the medicine for him to take, but found that his face had been frozen in a terrifying and painful expression, and the pupils in his eyes had also been dilated, gray and lifeless.

From Duan Laozhongjian to the present, it is absolutely only in the blink of an eye, and it can make people die so much that they can't die anymore, this Yin Yang Zimu Sword is really worthy of a generation of murder weapons!

"Poof!" With another sound, Qin Guang clearly felt that something was flying out of Duan Lao's body, and he didn't need to think about it to know that this thing must be Zijian. The sub-sword was shadowless and formless, and it was as fast as lightning, and Qin Guang had no choice but to be on guard.

But something surprised him. In mid-air, less than ten meters away from him, the dark green sword body appeared again, and as if it was locked in an invisible cage, it was allowed to rush up and down, left, right, and right, but it was never able to fly more than an inch away.

The scene that followed made Qin Guang go from the surprise in his heart to the horror on his face.

A hand, an ordinary-sized hand, an old but thick hand, without a trace of power fluctuations, slowly, out of thin air, appeared in front of his eyes little by little, little by little, approaching the Zijian who seemed to be "trembling". Without pause, without protection, he just shook it. It didn't hold the hilt of the sword, but the palm of its finger wrapped directly against the blade. Zijian was completely "quiet". Then, a barefoot appeared, then a leg, a body, and a head. As if stepping out of the curtain, a figure stepped out like this.

The four big words "space travel" suddenly flashed in Qin Guang's mind, and his facial expressions began to be no longer controlled. As a cultivator, it can be said that he has an almost fanatical attachment to these four words, because "Ascending to the Immortal Realm" is, to put it bluntly, a kind of space travel. And the visions of heaven and earth that those people produced when they ascended in the legend are actually the violent spatial turmoil caused by forcibly breaking through the space.

Then the question is, if a person can pass through space, he can also suppress the space shock to almost nothing, what kind of power does this person have!

For the first time, Qin Guang felt that his head couldn't think, and looked at the person in front of him with some confusion: gray hair and eyebrows, ordinary appearance, deep and shallow wrinkles on his face, although not full, but not many, and a pair of calm and indifferent vicissitudes of life; a plain coarse cloth robe was casually put on his straight body, and the hem of the shirt was tattered of various sizes, fluttering in the wind, revealing the old bare feet from time to time.

Duan Ling Feng on the side sat up with difficulty, turned around tremblingly, and was about to kneel as soon as his knees weakened.

The old man's fingers lifted slightly, and a soft white light suddenly appeared around his body, stabilizing his figure and enveloping his whole person.

The white light shone for less than five breaths, and then gradually faded and dissipated. Duan Ling Feng exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and his face was already much better. He knelt down towards the old man again and said respectfully: "The three hundred and seventy-second generation of the Duan family, I have seen my lord!"

The crowd was silent. It is impossible to make the owner of the Sword Casting Villa kneel and bow in the Sword Casting Villa, and worship the lord as if it were the Lord's Being, except for the legendary existence.

The old man smiled peacefully, much like the kind of old man who did farm work in the countryside and smoked dry tobacco. "Get up, get up, you little guy is the head of the family no matter what you say. The calm and peaceful voice remembered that Duan Ling Feng's body also slowly stood up, but others didn't know that he was passively straightening up.

"Alas. The old man sighed, as if he was talking to himself, "The strength has been so peaceful that it can only make half of your injuries recover, and it seems that this essential difference is really irreparable." ”

"The subordinates are incompetent, and the adults are alarmed. Duan Ling Feng blamed himself.

"It doesn't matter. He replied with a smile. As he spoke, the hand holding Zijian tightened slightly, and Duan Yi, who was standing in the air, suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, staggered and almost fell down.

"It was so easy to erase the soul connection between Zijian and Duan Yi!" Although Qin Guang, who was watching all this closely, had a certain amount of mental preparation, the look of shock still crawled all over his face.

Soul association is actually a part of one's soul imprinted into a certain object. In the existing rules of strength, if you want to erase the soul association in the weapon, then this person must have at least five times more mana than the owner of the weapon, and at the same time, you have to use many auxiliary weapons, and it will take a certain amount of time to finally do it. And the more spiritual the weapon, the higher the requirements! So now if the cultivation realm wants to seize the treasure, it must kill people first, and as long as the master is dead, the soul association can be invalidated.

"Hahahaha......" A burst of crazy laughter suddenly sounded in the sky, and all eyes couldn't help but be attracted to it. It was Duan Yi who was looking up to the sky and smiling. His body was obviously unsteady, but the bright red on his mouth and chest rose and fell desperately with laughter.

"You've finally been forced out by me, my 'faith'!" he bites the word "faith" very hard. didn't wait for any response, and said directly to the black-robed man beside him: "Let's start." "After that, I threw the mother sword over, and when it was done, it would be yours. Although the connection between Zijian and his soul has been severed, the mother sword is still there, so Duan Yi is not worried about the black-robed man "taking money and not doing anything".

"Truly, truly, truly. A burst of happy laughter came from under the mask of the black-robed man, and he said, "Brother Duan, don't worry." With that, he put away the mother sword and flew out.