For the sword cultivators in the world, when it comes to single attacks, it is naturally a sword that pierces the heart quickly, but when it comes to group attacks, in addition to the sword array, it is the technique of sword light differentiation and sword rain dripping, which is the first! Above the head, there are thousands of sword lights falling, each of which is a condensation of sword qi, very sharp, and extremely powerful! If the mana is meager, it can divide hundreds of sword rain down, no matter who it is, as long as the realm is not far beyond it, as long as there is no suitable defensive treasure in the hand, even if it is not under this sword rain, it is not far behind! Under the premise of such a strong mana, the Jiuyang Sword hung high in the air, and the sword light was differentiated one after another, as if it was endless, wave after wave of sword rain, falling in unison, even if the pure yang can't exert the strength of the immortals now, but under this sword rain, how can the immortals live?

Looking at the rain of swords that fell like a pouring rain, everyone was shocked in their hearts, and they were even more remorseful, and scolded themselves in their hearts for why they didn't retreat earlier, when they encountered this kind of means, in addition to defense, where else was there any way, even if it was defense, they had to see if their own strength was enough! That Wang Bo was the highest cultivator among the people present, and the three disasters had already been passed, that is, half of the nine tribulations had been passed, and a red practice immortal sword in his hand was originally very promising to become an immortal! And that Liu De, although he has only survived the thunderstorm, but his family is also extraordinary, and he has the talisman treasure given by the elders in the family! In addition to these two, there are still many people like them, and how many of them can cultivate to this state? Although this world is larger than the Flood Desolate Immortal Realm, and the background is also much deeper, it is just a little better to practice! Therefore, those who can cultivate to the realm of the Yuan Shen are not simple goods!

When the sword rain of pure yang fell, I saw everyone's means! That Wang Bo cultivated the highest, the mana was the deepest, a tortoise shell on the top of his head, the majestic mana poured into the tortoise shell, the entire tortoise shell emitted a brilliant aura, in this brilliant aura, there was a trace of fairy aura permeated, this tortoise shell, after a period of time, when the opportunity comes, it can become a fairy weapon! And that Liu De, in the window of each layer of the pagoda, can vaguely see jade runes, these jade runes emit all kinds of fairy light, and they are actually immortal talismans refined by the means of the immortal family! There is also a golden bell on the top of his head, and the golden bell is full of immortal energy, protecting its owner! There are also people holding a fairy talisman, and their body is hidden in the immortal talisman, which seems to be in another dimensional space!

However, there was a smile on the corner of Chunyang's mouth, although he couldn't exert the strength of the immortals, but the mana that urged the sword rain was undoubtedly the mana of the immortals, don't look at these sword rains without the immortal energy, but the power is not the same! These people think that their own life-saving means can resist it, it is really a fool's dream! After killing so many believers in the pure yang, where can they still live! There is a saying that the power of God is like a prison, and the grace of God is like the sea! Although Chunyang is not a god, but as the inheritor of a god, how can some mortal monks blaspheme! Chunyang smiled and shouted: "Fall!" The thousands of sword lights sprinkled on those people's bodies! "Bumper!" The sound was endless, don't look at the sword light that fell, but every sword light seemed to be substantial, sharp and incomparable, and every time it hit their defensive treasure, it stirred up ripples! A person who only relied on a Dao weapon to protect himself, his shield-style Dao weapon was completely destroyed after only being subjected to more than ten sword lights! And under the frightened eyes of that monk, dozens of sword lights easily tore apart his body and completely wiped him out! Even the Yuan Shen couldn't escape! Chunyang laughed, the magic power of the immortal family, how could it be underestimated!

When the monk died tragically, everyone's hearts jumped, and everyone's hearts gave birth to a kind of sad mood of rabbit death, although they couldn't stop comforting themselves, Pure Yang had just survived the thunderstorm, and there was no such deep mana to maintain such a powerful means, they comforted themselves in their hearts, as long as they persisted, and persevered for a while, they could drag on until Pure Yang's mana was exhausted, and at that time, it was the time for them to turn defeat into victory! For the treasure, but also for their own lives! However, all this is just a pillar in the wall! With the fall of that monk, there were monks who kept falling, and there were monks whose magic weapons were destroyed, and their bodies were pierced by ten thousand swords! A wave of thousands of sword rains fell, and everyone did not breathe a sigh of relief, and then another wave of thousands of sword rains followed! In the desperate eyes of everyone, several more people fell under the sword rain! Death, enveloping everyone's hearts, remorse or something, has been swallowed by fear, their hearts, desperate struggle, urging the mana of the whole body, those who do not want to die will be poured into the magic weapon of the body! However, in the face of the immortal mana, only the things of the immortal family can resist it! When the third wave of sword rain fell, except for Wang Bo who relied on the tortoise shell that had a little immortal atmosphere and his own deep mana, only three or two people who used the things of the immortal family to protect themselves survived!

Looking at the remaining four people, Chunyang smiled slightly, and suddenly put away his Jiuyang sword, and then the sword rain dissipated, leaving only holes and flesh all over the ground! Seeing that Chunyang had dispersed the sword rain, the four of them felt relieved in their hearts, thinking that Chunyang had exhausted their mana, but how would they know that what Chunyang did was just a means of testing them! Seeing that the opportunity was rare, the four of them also had their mana greatly consumed, and each of them used the strongest attack method, either taking out a brilliant immortal talisman, or taking the elixir that boosted potential, and there was a sword aura rising into the sky, a pagoda covering the sky and the earth, and an immortal talisman shaking the void! However, in the face of all this, Chun Yang just said indifferently: "Fire come!" This sound seems to have opened some kind of mysterious door, the power of Zhu Rong on the body of Pure Yang exerted a great power, Zhu Rong is the innate fire god, in charge of all the fires in the world, but also accompanied by the innate divine fire, what a great power! Under the words of Pure Yang, there was a wind blowing, with bursts of heat, and in the blink of an eye, there were flames born from the void, turning into a sea of fire in an instant, drowning the four people! Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info)