Yang Zhao's sword aura contained a thunderous momentum, shocking everyone who was watching the battle.

The exclamations of the people rang out and then fell silent.

It's just that such a simple number of swords, how can it condense such a powerful power?

All the disciples of the foundation building period who watched the battle here basically didn't really understand these simple swords, but there were still people who understood Yang Zhao's simple and ordinary meaning of counting swords, and Chiba was one of these people, and only he had already sensed the horror of these swords when Yang Zhao took out his sword.

Chiba fiddled with the rosary in his right hand and was silent for a while.

These simple and ordinary swords are actually not simple, the sword qi contains a flawless trajectory, full of the power of divine consciousness, and finally there is a trace of sword intent.

It's so simple that it's powerful.

This is true of everything in the world, even the tricks of cultivators.

Chiba hung a rosary in one hand, feeling the sharp sword coming from Yang Zhao, and wondered if he could take it if he faced this simple number of swords? Maybe he could only retreat sharply, retreating into the space that the number of swords could not grasp, and then think about the victory or defeat.

Even if he faced such a simple and powerful few swords, facing the wind and thunder mixed with the sword qi, he could only temporarily avoid its edge, and he couldn't think of any of these people who could catch this sword from the sky.

If it's those two? Can they take it?

When Chiba thought of this, he suddenly realized that the two of them had not come here to watch the battle today.

Is it disdainful, or is there some kind of reason?

Immediately after that, he denied his idea.

If it were those two people, they would never block this sword, but use more fierce moves to launch a fierce attack until one of them was defeated first.

This is the arrogance of those two people, the essence of Penglai and Yingtai.

Faced with such a dangerous situation, Lin Yuan was shocked, he actually felt the meaning of death in this number of swords.

It was because he couldn't stop Yang Zhao's attack, so he had to close his eyes and use the spell to retreat.

Lingji and a few others also reacted immediately, and with the wind blade fireball sent by Lin Yuan, they hurriedly took off their swords to block Yang Zhao's way forward.

Yang Zhao also closed his eyes, feeling the trajectory of the approaching danger, and stabbed at his side with a simple sword.

His sword swinging action is very simple, comparable to the perfect sword drawing technique, just because the sword drawing technique itself is very simple, and after swinging the sword for a long time, it naturally becomes ordinary.

Yang Zhao felt a subtle sensation coming from the tip of the sword, he seemed to hear the sound of the Void Divine Sword roaring, this feeling made him very useful, this was the first time he felt so relaxed and natural, so it made him feel very comfortable.

Skillful and natural, relaxed and comfortable.

Yang Zhao swung out a sword, easily and naturally, his movements were naturally much faster than usual, and as the Void Divine Sword moved forward, the true yuan in his body was also frantically heading towards the Void Divine Sword.

This Void Divine Sword was born from heaven and earth, and was forged by Lu Xu, so it was also very spiritual to withstand the pounding pressure brought by Yang Zhao.

A few buzzes!

The dust on the ground also swirled upwards with Yang Zhao's sword.

The people watching the battle couldn't see what was going on in the dust, their eyes were still on the scene where Yang Zhao was surrounded by several flying swords and the Fireball Wind Blade Technique, and naturally they couldn't see the power brought by Yang Zhao's simple sword.

Only a cultivator who is a master of the realm can clearly feel that there is a majestic aura of heaven and earth, and with Yang Zhao's simple sword, it keeps flying, and the pressure brought by this aura of heaven and earth is even more terrifying and natural than the thunderous momentum brought by the tip of Yang Zhao's sword.

The rosary held in Chiba's right hand became tighter and tighter, and his body suddenly tensed, and his face showed shock.

Even some powerful people who were idle and watched the battle on the top of the mountain in the distance raised their heads and couldn't help but sigh.

First of all, those fireballs and wind blades dissipated along Yang Zhao's burst of sword qi, and those flying swords that came from the air were also instantly devoid of threatening power.

All qiē is dissolved.

The tips of the swords meet, and the sword is imposing.

The Void Excalibur suppressed the few flying swords that came from the sky, making those flying swords can't help but sway in the sky, and there was a trace of trembling, as if it was like a faint flame candle that kept swinging in the strong wind, and could be extinguished at any time.

Lin Yuan was suddenly shocked, and even Lingji and the others were taken aback.

They never imagined that Yang Zhao's swordsmanship cultivation would be so powerful, no less than his weird forbidden technique.

But they are also difficult to ride a tiger now, and they can't retreat.

Since there is no way to retreat, he can only face the tip of the sword, and the flying sword drives people's minds.

They don't believe that Yang Zhao can still move forward under the siege of the six swords, and there will inevitably be some stagnation, since there is stagnation, then he will think, and if there is thinking, there will be flaws, they think indifferently, and still firmly believe that Yang Zhao will stagnate.

However, to their disappointment, Yang Zhao's movements still did not pause at all, and he was still so indomitable.

The strong compete for victory and defeat, and victory and defeat are often just a thought, so how can he think at this critical juncture?

Yang Zhao closed his eyes tightly, swung his sword and slashed in front of him, his movements were so smooth, and he was so ruthless and resolute.

He didn't think about what he would do if he was surrounded by several swords, his idea was simple, he just wanted to swing the long sword in his hand.

His ideas are much simpler than those of those people, so they are also much stronger.

The long sword in Yang Zhao's hand suddenly became transparent at this time, and countless purple rays of light passed through the dark sword body and burst out from the tip of the sword, like a brilliant sun shining on the heavens and the earth, and like a cloud burned by fire shining in all directions.

The purple light that burst out of the tip of the sword was condensed into a powerful force by Yang Zhao's divine sense, and instead of bursting out in all directions, it formed a sword qi that directly hit the bodies of those flying swords.

Chiba's right hand holding the rosary suddenly loosened, and the rosary fell from his hand to the ground.

And Xuan Yuruo and the others, who were standing in the distance, were also shocked by this scene, and they all jumped down from the big tree involuntarily, and they all shouted incredibly: "How is it possible?"

On the three-foot ground in front of Yang Zhao, those flying swords were all shattered in half by the sword qi brought by the collision of the Void Divine Sword.

The purple light on the body of the Void Divine Sword hit those flying swords like a meteor, mixed with the momentum of purple thunder, and it came into front of people's eyes, and people couldn't help but close their eyes under the flicker of this purple light, and when they woke up, they all saw such a result.

And under the illumination of this brilliance, the eyes of Lin Yuan and the others seemed to have disappeared all the light, and the world of the Sea of Divine Consciousness was also dim, no matter how firm the Dao heart was, under this incomparable sword, they couldn't help but be distracted and chaotic.

The long sword in Yang Zhao's hand slashed at their flying sword.

The sword aura is vertical and horizontal, and the thunder is like a momentum.

Under this powerful pressure, those flying swords suddenly flew like ashes, like smoke, and were directly split into pieces.

However, even so, the sword momentum continued.

Yang Zhao opened his eyes and looked at Lin Yuan and the others, who were already a little stunned, still holding the long sword slowly and running towards them.

He seemed to hear people's exclamations, and people couldn't imagine that Yang Zhao actually wanted to kill these people.

As a righteous person, Yang Zhao knew very well that when he fought again, if the other party did not have the heart to fight, it would be a shameful thing to kill the other party, but he was not a person from this world, so how could he follow the rules of this world.

As long as the sword is cut down, it is enough, and the victory or defeat is only between a sword.

The long sword that was illuminated by the light swung heavily forward, splashing countless dusts, and the purple thunder came even more violently, bursting with a terrifying aura of heaven and earth, hitting Lin Yuan and the others.

There was only a loud click, and the bodies of these people seemed to be swept by a hurricane, and they slammed into the giant tree behind them, and fell heavily on the hard ground.

And that loud bang was not just the trees broken, but their bones were broken.

Being hit to such a momentum, Lin Yuan and the others trembled and picked up the trees with their hands and stood up with difficulty.

At this time, these people's clothes were torn, the blood on their bodies was dripping, stained with dust, and they were miserable, and the leaves were sticking to the wounds, like red and green, and the color of the blood was also set off by these green leaves, which became more intense.

What's even more terrifying is that they saw Yang Zhao, who was like a devil, still rushing towards them with a long sword in his hand.

Because of the pain, they were awake, and after they became sober, they turned into fear, and under this extreme fear, they all began to go crazy violently.

Lin Yuan looked at the sky with blank eyes, his hands swinging around, but unfortunately it was still empty, so he had to roar hoarsely: "Senior Brother Yang, are you crazy?"

The bleak roar kept echoing in their ears, and everyone was speechless by this terrible roar.

There was no sound in the sky, in the ground, in the mountains, or in the trees.

They couldn't have imagined that Yang Zhao would win so easily and end so violently with the power of a sword, they thought that even if Yang Zhao won, he would return with a miserable victory, but the facts are in front of people's eyes, and people can't help but believe it.

Just when people were still shocked, Yang Zhao moved, and another sword qi swung out towards Lin Yuan and the others.

And when Qian Ye swung out this sword qi from Yang Zhao, he waved his hand, and the prayer beads that fell to the ground also moved as he wished, and also headed towards Lin Yuan and the others.

There was still a dead silence between the scenes, and another battle was about to break out.

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PS: Alas, I didn't sleep all night last night, and I woke up at three o'clock this afternoon, and I coded the words for more than two hours, and the three thousand words were finally written, and there should be another chapter at night, I can only say that I am crazy, my head is so dizzy, and I am so tired.