The flame spear in Yang Tian's hand trembled, and the flying swords flew away, and in an instant, he saw the cyan sword light flying back upside down. These nine swords crisscrossed as if they had spirituality, stabbing towards Yang Tian.

Yang Tian contemplated the subtle connection between the nine swords, in order to gain insight into the mystery. Gradually, he discovered that a thin white thread had been placed between the nine swords, and they were joined together.

"This is, the spiritual power is transformed ......" Yang Tian was both surprised and admired in his heart, the other party's attainments in spiritual power seemed to be higher than his own, and the other party's spiritual power could control so many flying swords, almost no less than the power of divine consciousness.

The opponent seemed to be more difficult than Yang Tian expected, this time Yang Tian looked at the nine streamers coming towards him, he was not in a hurry to resist these flying swords. Instead, he put away the flame spear, Yang Tian stretched out his right hand this time, his five fingers opened, and thunderbolts thinner than a hair rushed out of his fingertips.

Nine thunderbolts diverged, eight of which flew towards the subtle white lines between the nine flying swords, and one severed the spiritual connection between Leng Yehan and the nine swords.

Every thunderbolt was attached to a trace of Yang Tian's spiritual power, and the spirit of the sword cut off the white lines one by one, and the nine flying swords fell to the ground one after another.

Leng Yehan's cold face finally changed slightly, he began to get serious, and regarded the person in front of him as an "opponent" Obviously, Yang Tian before was not even an opponent in his eyes.

This time, it was no longer nine swords that were dispatched, but the remaining seventy-two swords that came out in unison. Moreover, the nine flying swords that had fallen to the ground before were also buzzing and trembling, turning into nine streamers. In an instant, he rushed into the seventy-two flying swords.

Eighty-one flying swords, intertwined together, forming a lore sword array, hum, hum, hum, eighty-one flying swords suddenly lined up in some kind of mysterious position, and in the blink of an eye, a Nine Palace Sword Formation diagram appeared in Yang Tian's eyes.

Eighty-one swords are transformed into nine parts, each of which forms a palace. They are the Qiangong, Kan Palace, Gen Palace, Zhen Palace, etc., and you can vaguely see the ups and downs of the nine palaces, and the illusion is disillusioned. It was like the phantom of the Heavenly Palace above the nine heavens descending. There was even more panic and Tianwei on display, just the aura that appeared on the nine palaces made Yang Tian unbearable, and there was an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

Yang Tian's thought in his heart moved, and the momentum of the mixed yuan emanated. In order to resist the majestic momentum emanating from the phantom of the Heavenly Palace. In this case, don't let Yang Tian use his spiritual power to cut off the connection between the sword formation and Leng Yehan. It's hard to even move a finger.

At this time, a cold chill was revealed in Leng Yehan's eyes, and his whole person seemed to have turned into a 10,000-year-old iceberg, and he suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the Nine Palace Sword Formation. Boom! Suddenly, the heavens and the earth roared, and the Heavenly Palace Phantom shrouded Yang Tian's head in an instant. Immediately, one after another sword rays flashed, and sword shadows landed in the Heavenly Palace, and an immortal aura was revealed from the sword shadows, and for a while, sword shadows shot towards Yang Tian.

Suddenly, the sky was full of light. Yang Tian's whole person was shrouded in sword light, and bang, bang, bang, and saw a glittering furnace appear in front of Yang Tian. White light spread out from the Ding Furnace, deriving a giant Ding Phantom, which was covered within ten zhang of Yang Tian's body, forming a formation to cover Yang Tian.

The sword light couldn't penetrate the Giant Ding Phantom for a while, and it couldn't hurt Yang Tian at all, Yang Tian pressed his hands on the Ding furnace, and continuously instilled true qi into the Candle Dragon Ding to maintain the formation. He found that this Candle Dragon Ding was a bottomless pit, no matter how much True Qi he instilled, it was not enough, and the True Qi in his body was rapidly consuming almost all the time.

If he continues like this, even if he is not injured by the sword array, he will have no true qi, and at that time, he will really be slaughtered by others, and he will be powerless to resist.

"If you want to rely on a magic weapon to resist the sword formation, it is tantamount to asking for a dead end!" Leng Yehan's eyes shimmered, and he also saw that Yang Tian wanted to spend it, but with Leng Yehan's character, how could it be as people wished.

Leng Yehan closed his eyes, and used his spiritual mind to control the Nine Palaces Sword Formation, and suddenly, his face turned pale rapidly. The Nine Palaces Phantom suddenly condensed, becoming more substantial, and the vast palace phantom slowly fell, rolling down towards Yang Tian.

As the Nine Palaces Phantom gradually fell, his chaotic momentum had a tendency to be crushed, and that majestic momentum was absolutely beyond the reach of many people. If Yang Tianyan had transformed the power of his divine sense, he might no longer be afraid of this pressure from the spiritual level.

However, at this moment, he couldn't step into that level at all, he could only let the momentum of the mixed element be crushed, if it really came to that moment, then his spirit and spirit would collapse, and his defense could be said to be self-defeating.

Ten zhang.

Nine zhang.

Hachijo.

Every time the Nine Palace Phantom approached Yang Tian, his heart trembled more and more, and that kind of mighty momentum made him feel powerless, if it weren't for his firm mind, he would have been powerless to resist a long time ago. Even so, his body was constantly trembling, and even the hand that instilled true qi did not listen to the call, and trembled again and again.

So much so that the giant phantom kept rippling, and it seemed to be about to burst at any time. When the Nine Palaces Phantom was still a foot away from Yang Tian, Yang Tian could no longer bear the majestic momentum of the vast sea, poof, poof, and spit out several mouthfuls of blood in a row.

His spiritual power condensed with the momentum of the mixed element completely collapsed, as if it had turned into pieces of pieces, becoming a rootless duckweed, without support, and would turn into nothingness at any time.

Yang Tian's thoughts are scattered in the endless darkness, there is no pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info here, there is no end, and there is no one to rely on. He didn't know who he was or what he was going to do, so he had to rely on instinct to wander around here.

"Mixed elements are as one, unbroken and indestructible, essence and god are combined, gods and qi are combined, hold on to the return to the yuan, turn the void into reality......" An ethereal voice from the eternal times sounded in this darkness, I don't know where it came from, and I don't know where it was going.

In the endless darkness, one by one the points of light flickered, turning into streamers and gathering towards one place, and gradually, countless points of light turned into a white ball of light, and the divine light flickered and shone brightly.

Outside, Yang Tian's dim eyes suddenly shone sharply, and his eyes showed Dao Shenxi, a blue shirt without wind. At this time, he was like the brightest star in the night sky, shining with endless brilliance.

Between life and death, he cultivated the Mixed Yuan Qi to the second level. The spirit in his body continued to rise, as if it was endless, rolling out layers of waves. His spiritual power at this time can be said to be truly comparable to the power of divine consciousness, the only difference is that he has not derived the sea of consciousness.

With the return of Yang Tian's consciousness, the Juding Phantom that was about to collapse was also re-condensed, and it was even stronger than before. Leng Yehan was shocked and suspicious at this moment. Before, he had seen Yang Tian's spiritual power collapse under the Nine Palace Sword Array, but at this time, it had re-condensed, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. He wouldn't have believed anything like this.

Leng Yehan suppressed the doubts in his heart, his face was cold, and then he controlled the Nine Palace Sword Formation and pressed towards Yang Tian. This time he found out. Yang Tian didn't have the previous uneasiness. On the contrary, it is abnormal, calm and relaxed, the old god is there, and he doesn't seem to worry about the fall of the Nine Palaces at all.

At this time, Yang Tian's eyes looked towards Leng Yehan, and the two of them were separated by a long distance, as if they were beside them. An inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of Yang Tian's mouth, and for some reason, a sense of unease appeared in the bottom of Leng Yehan's heart.

Suddenly. Flying swords burst out from Yang Tianni Pill Palace, and in an instant. There were ninety-nine eighty-one flying swords that came out, which was the derivation of the spiritual power in his body.

The eighty-one swords seemed to be materialized, as if they were real, and in an instant, the eighty-one swords were arranged in some wonderful way.

"Nine Palace Sword Formation, you...... How can you ......" Leng Yehan said in a cold voice, he really couldn't believe the scene in front of him, this Nine Palace Sword Formation is their Ten Thousand Sword Sect's peerless knowledge, outsiders can't do it at all, and even few people in the Ten Thousand Sword Sect can comprehend this set of sword formations. And at this moment, Leng Yehan saw an outsider show it with his own eyes, so how could he not be frightened.

At this moment, there were two Nine Palace Sword Formations above Yang Tian's head, one was conjured up by Yang Tian with his spiritual power, and the other was of course laid by the flying sword in the cold night.

However, Leng Yehan didn't realize that the Nine Palaces derived from the Nine Palaces Sword Array that Yang Tian had conjured up with his spiritual power were extremely illusory, and they had no form and no potential. Yang Tian was confusing the public at this time, of course he couldn't really lay down the Nine Palace Sword Formation, these were not noticed by Leng Yehan at all, he was already unstable at the moment, and he didn't meditate on these things at all.

Although this Nine Palace Sword Formation is fake, the eighty-one flying swords that he conjured up with his spiritual power are real, if this matter was placed before, he would not be able to do it at all, and turning into eighty-one flying swords with his spirit is definitely not something that can be done with strong spiritual power.

Even at this moment, it is not so easy for him to achieve this step, the cultivation of the Mixed Yuan Qi to the second level can be said to be infinitely mysterious, and it is with the help of the Mixed Yuan momentum that he has achieved this step.

Boom! In an instant, the two sword arrays were intertwined, and one after another the divine light flickered, and for a while, it was impossible to distinguish which was stronger and which was weaker. Yang Tian's mind moved slightly, and the flying swords that had been transformed into spirits slashed towards the weak point of the sword formation under his control.

He was going to cut off the connection between the sword array and the cold night cold, so that this sword array would be useless. At this time, the flying sword seemed to become his eyes, he seemed to be attached to the flying sword, this feeling was very mysterious, he was like an incarnation, and each flying sword was like an incarnation of him.

Soon, he found the weak point of the sword array, and in an instant, one after another spiritual swords slashed towards it, poof! In an instant, the connection between Leng Yehan and the sword array was severed, of course, Leng Yehan's spiritual power was differentiated, and it formed a subtle connection with this sword array, far more than this.

In a few breaths, Yang Tian cut off dozens of weak points, and just as Yang Tian wanted to cut off the rest, he felt a fainting, and his eyes were dark, and he hurriedly withdrew those flying swords into his body.

This kept him from falling out of a coma, and in just a moment, his spirit was consumed by eighty percent. If you take a few breaths, you may be exhausted. Yang Tian looked towards Leng Yehan with palpitations, and the other party's situation was not much better than him. Leng Yehan's face was pale, his body trembled, obviously his mental loss was extremely high, and his mind moved slightly, and he withdrew the Nine Palace Sword Array.

Leng Yehan walked towards the place where the sword was without a trace, and he stopped for a moment where Yun Feng had turned into ashes, as if he had picked up a mirror from the ground. He held the sword without a trace, and looked back at Yang Tian, the chill in his eyes was frozen, and a trace of anger permeated, "We will meet again." He left a few words and turned away.

PS: It's so cold in school, I heard that there is snow in the past few days, what kind of weather is going to be made this year, you should pay attention to your body, today Monday, ask for a recommendation ticket! (To be continued......)