Outside the Ten Thousand Immortals Array.

Fang Qin keenly grasped the crux of the problem, frowned and pondered for a while, and asked: "Dao Chief, I think that Golden Armor Divine Man must have a fatal point, otherwise, if this Ten Thousand Immortal Array can be launched all the time, in a day, two or a month, the Three Thousand Worlds, who is still their opponent?"

Everyone thought for a while, and felt that Fang Qin's words were very reasonable. The old man froze slightly, his eyes were a little evasive, and he vetoed it, and said, "What's fatal...... No, no, absolutely not. ”

Zi'er kept staring at the beams of golden light that shot down from the sky, and at this time she seemed to have found some clues, and said, "You see, those beams of golden light have been moving constantly, especially the three beams near the middle, which are moving the fastest, just like ...... It was like fighting someone, and the three golden rays of light were sometimes bright and sometimes dim, which was very strange. ”

An old man's eyes flickered more and more, and he said, "That's ...... Well, that's the glow of the Golden Armor Godman's spell. ”

When the tenth Golden Armor Divine Man arrived, Ling Xuan was truly shocked. From the first place to the fifth Golden Armor Divine Man, everyone's cultivation was one grade higher than the previous Golden Armor Divine Man, and the fifth Golden Armor Divine Man arrived, which was already a terrifying distraction in the middle stage of cultivation. From the sixth place to the tenth place, although the cultivation level did not increase any further, it seemed to have reached a limit, but it was enough to make Ling Xuan feel shocked.

Think about it, how terrifying are twenty or more golden-armored gods who have been distracted in the middle stage of cultivation and can't kill them?

No, it can't be, there can't be such an invincible existence in the world, and there must be a fatality point in the golden armor gods!

Ling Xuan stared at the Ten Golden Armor Divine Man, admonishing himself in his heart, and tightly grasped the True Gang Sword in his hand.

Ten golden-armored gods are armed with weapons of various colors, and each swing of the knife has the potential to open up mountains and rubble. Ling Xuan's cultivation was too much higher than them, he was not afraid, but there were two archers among them, hiding in the distance from time to time a golden light arrow shot in, which could often have miraculous effects, and made Ling Xuan feel a headache the most.

The cooperation of the ten golden armor gods can be described as leaky, the eight melee fighters relied on Ling Xuan to be unable to kill them, trapped Ling Xuan to the death, two archers hid behind them, and shot a golden light arrow at the critical moment, Ling Xuan avoided danger every time.

Narrowly avoiding the two golden light arrows that shot from his chest, Ling Xuan was already sweating on his forehead. He knew very well in his heart that if he delayed any longer, the situation would only become more and more unfavorable to him. Since the ten golden-armored gods can't be killed, they can't fight with them, and they must find a way to get out.

Ling Xuan began to regret that in order to hide his identity and not be suspected by the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, he deliberately pushed the red feather away. If there is a red feather present, with Ling Xuan's current cultivation, he only needs to draw a trace of mana to instill it into the red feather's body, and the red feather, who is an innate spirit treasure, will definitely be able to block the intense attack of the eight golden armor gods, and it only takes a moment for Ling Xuan to have a way to get out.

However, at this time, Hong Yu didn't know where he was, Ling Xuan was fighting alone, and he seemed powerless, he deeply felt the horror of the golden armor god who couldn't be killed.

The more Ling Xuan fought, the more depressed he felt, as if there was a fire burning in his heart, but the heat generated by this blazing flame could not be dissipated, and all of it gathered in Ling Xuan's heart, making him very uncomfortable, and he had a sense of grievance that wanted to vent fiercely but had nowhere to vent.

What made Ling Xuan feel most aggrieved was that since the Ten Thousand Immortal Array was launched, to the arrival of the tenth Golden Armor Divine Man, the invisible pressure in the sky was not reduced in the slightest, but became heavier and heavier, when the first Golden Armor Divine Man came, he could barely jump up to a height of about ten zhang, and at this time, he could not leave the ground at a distance of three feet, otherwise, there was a huge and incomparable pressure above his head that smashed down on his head, that huge pressure was like a mountain, and the damage it could cause to Ling Xuan was far greater than that of ten Golden Armor Divine Men.

Edgeworth couldn't leave, and he couldn't kill these ten golden-armored gods. This battle simply cannot be fought any longer.

With a fierce sword to shake back a golden armor godman, the depression in his heart was on the verge of exploding, Ling Xuan looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, and the mana of his whole body surged out with this long roar, like a storm crashing on the shore, unstoppable, the other seven golden armor gods who surrounded him were shocked back ten steps, and even the two archers who were hiding far behind him were slightly stunned by this huge mana fluctuation.

Ten steps, although it was only a distance of about ten feet in a radius, it had won a precious space for Ling Xuan. Ling Xuan didn't dare to stay at all, for fear of hesitating a little, and the ten Jin came up again.

Ling Xuan hurriedly pinched the sword technique, and at the same time whispered in his mouth: "Yin and Yang turn into things, everything is as you like, heaven and earth are one yuan, one sword turns into a thousand, a thousand sword tricks!"

As the last syllable landed, a brilliant golden light suddenly rose around Ling Xuan's body, and that light went straight into the sky, as if it had suddenly broken through the constraints of the earth and rushed into the sky with a huge column of water, and the brilliant golden light actually suppressed the golden light around the ten golden armor gods.

At the same time, the True Gang Sword soared straight into the sky, stopping about three zhang above Ling Xuan's head, and then reversed the tip of the sword. But when he heard the sound of 'whew', the Zhengang Sword took the hilt as the axis, and quickly turned around in place, as if it was an afterimage formed in the place where it had rotated, one, two, three...... In an instant, countless True Gang swords were born, overlapping and overlapping, a whole circle, and the number was probably as many as a thousand.

The ten golden-armored gods stood firm and saw the scene above their heads, but they couldn't help but freeze again. In an instant, the tips of all the True Gang Swords pressed down in unison, aiming at the four golden-armored gods around them.

"Whoosh Whoosh ......"

Suddenly, all the sword shadows shot down, and the sword shadows on the scene were heavy, and countless sounds of breaking the sky were connected together, which sounded terrifying.

When all the True Gang Swords above his head flew down, all the flying swords disappeared at the same time, leaving only the True Gang Sword's true body, which turned into a golden light and flew back into Ling Xuan's hands.

After his cultivation was greatly improved, Ling Xuan was using the Thousand Swords Technique, which seemed very easy, he could only use it reluctantly once before, but at this time, he felt that he could use the Thousand Swords Technique at least a hundred times more without being too strained, and with the improvement of Ling Xuan's cultivation, the power of the Thousand Swords Technique was also advancing day by day, compared with the previous time when he was fighting with the Three Demon Spirit Tigers, although it was the same Thousand Swords Technique, but its power, one heaven and one earth, could not be the same.

The ten golden-armored gods were scattered by a thousand flying swords that flew indiscriminately, and under the shroud of the ten golden lights, they saw a pile of golden armor scattered on the ground.

Ling Xuan was inevitably stunned for a moment, before he secretly wondered why this golden armor god man was injured but did not bleed, at this time he could understand it, it turned out that this golden armor god man was just a pile of armor, without flesh and blood, even if he stabbed them ten swords and eight swords, how could they bleed?

However, after finally breaking them up, Ling Xuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to turn around and leave, when suddenly, another beam of golden light shot down in the dark sky, and in an instant, the eleventh golden armor god man descended behind Ling Xuan, and at the same time, the golden light around him flashed, and the ten golden armor gods who had been scattered by the Thousand Sword Technique recovered again.

In an instant, eleven golden-armored gods stared at Ling Xuan like wolves, and Ling Xuan's mouth opened wide!

'Hah!'

As soon as the eleventh Golden Armor Divine Man opened his eyes, he suddenly screamed, and stomped on the ground with one kick, the earth seemed to shake suddenly, and at the same time, the golden light long stick in his hand swept towards Ling Xuan.

The golden armor god man swept the place with a stick, and Ling Xuan clearly saw that around the golden light stick, pieces of qi waves were rolling and shaking, and it was clear that the speed of the golden light stick was fast to the limit, and the power reached the extreme, tearing the surrounding air apart.

Ling Xuan's heart was beating wildly, if this stick was swept away by him, even if he combined his cultivation in the late stage of the fusion and the fire spirit immortal armor with strong physical defense, I am afraid he would not be able to get out.

The speed of the Golden Armor Divine Man's stick was really fast to the limit, and almost as soon as it was swept out, it had already reached Ling Xuan's waist, and the piercing cold meaning was like countless tiny silver needles, looking straight into Ling Xuan's skin.