At this time, among all the cultivators around Lushan, except for Huang Zhenwei, only Ding Ning and Mo Shoucheng knew this secret of Emperor Yuanwu, so when they saw Huang Zhenwei Ning Dan, when they felt that the countless huge and empty gullies in Emperor Yuanwu's body were instantly filled with a large amount of True Yuan, even Pan Ruoye, who was beside Mo Shoucheng, felt a shock that was difficult to describe in words.

The strange red on Emperor Chu's face quickly turned pale.

The red color between his lips seemed to be condensed between his lips.

With a painful light cough.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The shining eyes of Emperor Qi and Emperor Yan also dimmed instantly.

Emperor Yuanwu became strong again, and his body continued to grow in size in their perception, once again as high as the sky.

It let out an angry roar from the mountain, and Ye Xinhe, who found that he had been scheming, didn't care about Song Chaosheng, who was walking between the two mountains, and resolutely withdrew his sword.

Some people go in, some people go back, but it's all about the best results.

There was a loud bang, and countless people's eardrums shook and bleed, and they couldn't hear the sound for a while.

An unimaginable pillar of lightning fell from the sky, and it would take at least dozens of people to close it, and the peachwood sword went up the torrent in this amazing lightning pillar, as if it was about to follow the lightning to stab a hole in the sky above to escape.

"Come when you want, leave when you want, is it that easy?"

Emperor Yuanwu had a powerful and confident look on his face, he looked at the sword light with some sympathy, shook his head, and said.

His tone was like he was speaking to a child.

One of the former heroes of Bashan Sword Field, in front of him at this time, he was like a panicked child.

His sword was swung out.

Song Chaosheng's face also turned extremely pale, and he sensed that the sword of Emperor Yuanwu was coming towards him, and a low voice erupted from his mouth, and in the void in front of him, countless curved runes suddenly appeared.

The True Yuan in his body rushed out as much as he could, pouring into these runes, trying to weave together the most powerful tide he could cast in his life to block the sword of Emperor Yuanwu.

However, in this moment, his face became even paler.

The bright yellow long sword slashed at him in the air, and the sword intent was also coming towards him, but the real sword qi rose from the ground without a trace, cutting into the huge lightning pillar.

A transparent chip-like sword light broke into a tree, cutting off the terrifying lightning giant pillar, and accurately slashed at the sword light that flew upwards.

Titicaca ...

The pillar of lightning made a continuous cracking sound like a crystal.

This amazing pillar of lightning shattered like a block of ice in an instant, turning into thousands of flying electric snakes in the air.

The transparent wafer-like sword light was still incomparably condensed and glued to the sword light, and the illusion of this moment was that time had stopped flowing.

As the lightning on the sword light disappeared, a yellow-brown wooden sword appeared.

Then the wooden sword shook in pain as if it were emotional, and then began to crack piece by piece.

Boom, boom, boom...

A continuous thunderclap rang out in the sky.

Each piece of wood contained an astonishing coercion, and it flew out of the air for I don't know how many miles, and then exploded violently.

The Peach God Sword is undoubtedly one of the best swords in the Bashan Sword Field.

Ye Xinhe was undoubtedly one of the strongest great swordsmen in the world at this time.

However, Emperor Yuanwu only slashed the Peach God Sword with just one sword.

The Peach God Sword shattered, and the top of the mountain that flew out of the Peach God Sword was also violently shaken, and countless plants and trees were cut by sharp weapons, and they all broke together.

A long-haired man dressed in ordinary cloth clothes with a fluttering figure suddenly splattered a layer of blood mist on his body.

Killing Emperor Han Chen, beheading Yan Ying, and then slashing the Peach Divine Sword at this time, all the cultivators present at the top of Lushan Mountain could hardly describe the momentum of Emperor Yuanwu felt at this time in words.

But there was a roar full of madness in the sky: "Yuan Wu! you really think that you are invincible in the world!"

A huge figure with scarlet light rushing out of the sea-smelling mountain and stepping into the air.

With such an angry roar, a dark blue long knife suddenly appeared in the sky behind Song Chaosheng.

A huge mountain of vitality fell from the sky, smashing on this long knife.

The sword aura overflowed, and they all turned into huge waves.

In the sky, a huge dark blue wave appeared.

Song Chaosheng didn't look back, sensing the appearance of this huge wave, and the original hesitation in his eyebrows turned into solemnity and solemnity.

The intertwined runes in front of him rose upward, and in the next instant, they slapped with all their strength behind the dark blue waves that came first!

Another dull terrifying crash sounded in the air.

Under the slapping of Song Chaosheng's wave, the dark blue waves in front did not accelerate, but a strange stagnation, and in the next moment, there was a crackling sound, but the dark blue long knife inside was slapped out, breaking out of the waves!

The long knife that was shot seemed to perfectly condense the strength of the two people, and a straight light mark appeared in front of the blade, which did not look like the breath of the world at all.

At the same time, on the top of the mountain where all the plants and trees were cut off, Ye Xinhe, whose skin was covered with blood mist, also let out a resolute roar again, and his entire body also rose into the sky, exuding dazzling sword light and exuding the aura of jade burning.

"Do you really think you're invincible?"

Guo Dong's roar with mad intent still echoed in the valley, and the overwhelming coercion of the sword light had already made it impossible for many cultivators' true yuan to flow smoothly on the top of Lushan Mountain.

Although the Peach Divine Sword was smashed with one sword, everyone could be sure that Emperor Yuanwu had suffered a huge loss, and it was impossible to slash Fang Cai's sword again.

At this time, these three great grandmasters have obviously completely put life and death out of the way, and no matter how much power they can burst out of after putting life and death out of the way, at least judging from the retreat of Fang Cai Ye Xinhe and the entry at this time, these three great grandmasters must have felt that they can kill Emperor Yuanwu by sacrificing the lives of the three people.

However, Emperor Yuanwu did not have the slightest fear on his face.

He held the sword in front of him, squinted his eyes slightly at the sword light, and said: "Wang Jingmeng is dead, Yan Xinlan is dead, Mo Beili is dead... So I'm naturally invincible. ”

These three names were all the strongest in the former Bashan Sword Field, and they were all cultivators who had walked ahead of him in cultivation.

The same three names are also something he wants to completely erase, and he will never mention them on weekdays.

It's just that Yan Ying said that he was afraid of that person's name before, so when he said it at this time, he was telling everyone that he was strong and fearless.

The sword light is in front, and the sword light transformed by Ye Xinhe is behind.

A sword and a sword ignited the most dazzling light and killing intent in the cultivator world in the past ten years, and attacked Yuan Wu.

At the same time, all the wild peach trees on almost all the mountains outside Lushan were in full bloom and blooming, and the deep red of the mountain.

In the sky full of murderous intent, there was another quiet white flowing cloud.

The mountains and flowers are blooming, and it is naturally the great master of the real light prince of Daqi.

Dao Rolling Clouds is naturally the nameless Taoist of the Dao Sect who once retreated from the mountain on his own.

At this time, these two people completely showed their cultivation and did not stop the sword, in order to show their own existence, deter and contain the people on the mountain who wanted to help Emperor Yuanwu.

These are all great grandmasters who far surpass the rest of the seven realms in the world, and now these great grandmasters want Emperor Yuanwu to die.

On the hill where Ding Ning was located, Mo Shoucheng also made a move at this time.

The true yuan in the body of the Confucianism City instantly gushed out of the body, but it was not violent at all, and all of it turned into a faint and extraordinarily lofty aura, like water vapor evaporating between heaven and earth.

At this moment, Ding Ning looked at Mo Shoucheng's back and had an urge to make a move.

He wants to change the outcome here.

Perhaps killing the Confucianism at this time may change the outcome here.

But there is also Pan Ruoye beside the city.

If his cultivation had already reached the fifth realm at this time, Pan Ruoye, who only had almost no true yuan in his body at this time, would definitely not be able to stop him from killing Mo Shoucheng.

But his cultivation at this time is not enough... Pan Ruoye can kill him very lightly.

The best time appeared, but his cultivation was off by two levels... That's fate.

He looked at all the images in front of him coldly, unable to breathe, and did not have time to breathe.

Ye Xinhe's sword light swept across the sky above General Guo Dong and Song Chaosheng, and suddenly changed at this moment.

The sword light condensed, and suddenly fell down like a broken meteor light.

Everyone's hearts fell.

Guo Dong trembled with anger and screamed violently, his palms were in a position to support the sky, and he slapped towards Ye Xinhe's body regardless of the sword light.

With a "click", the sword light slashed through his body, causing his body to make the sound of a withered branch being cut off.

It was impossible for his palms to touch Ye Xinhe's body, but a palm print also appeared on Ye Xinhe's chest and on one side of his face, and with a muffled cry, Ye Xinhe's body flew backwards like a meteorite.

Song Chaosheng also roared angrily.

This killing game itself was started by Ye Xinhe, and it was Ye Xinhe who secretly arranged the Bashan Sword Field to form such a killing game, if it wasn't for Ye Xinhe's invitation, he and Guo Dongjiang might not appear here at all.

Without such a killing situation, how could Li Jietian, Emperor Han Chen, and Yan Ying die one after another?

At this time, Ye Xinhe, who launched such a killing game, betrayed all of them, how could he not be angry?

In his incomparably angry roar, Emperor Yuanwu just sent the sword in his hand extremely calmly to meet the sword light.

He only cares about this sword light, and doesn't care about anything else.

The white clouds in the sky are about to fall.

But at this moment, an invisible wall lay beneath the white clouds.

Someone let out a faint sigh.

An endless stream of sword qi was also surging up in another mountain at this time.

This sword aura was not strong at all, and it didn't seem to have any impact on the battle situation at this time, but this sword seemed to be able to encircle all the surrounding mountains of Lushan.

Such a sword aura was sent out at this time, and someone on the top of Lushan finally guessed that the shallow sword marks that surrounded a mountain that day turned out to be from the prime minister of Changling who came with Emperor Yuanwu, but never showed up.

All the peach blossoms around Lushan dimmed and withered in a breath.

Heaven and earth are empty.

Everyone could feel the departure of two breaths.

A soft sound sounded in front of Emperor Yuanwu.

Countless wafer-like cracks appeared in the air in front of him.

There was a faint mark of blood on his tiger's mouth.

Then he put away his sword.

The long, dark blue knife fell in front of him, stabbing into the ground in front of him.

"Long Wind!"

"Put!"

A series of mournful military orders sounded again.

Countless cyan columns of wind rushed into the sky, and then burst into flames.

Song Chaosheng suppressed his angry roar, glanced at Emperor Yuanwu from a distance, and sighed.

He no longer had the ability to block these talismans, and his figure disappeared into the burning heavenly fire.

Guo Dong is dying.

Song Chao was born and died.

Except for the Li Qinghou and the nameless Taoist who left, the great masters of the world are almost all dead.