The sword gang poured like a torrential rain, and the sound of swiftness was like thunderbolt. The shadow trapped in it frantically collided in all directions, weaving and dodging through the countless swords under the shroud.

Qin Yan's imperial weapon technique is supplemented by sword qi marks, and the condensed sword technique is different from the worldly ten thousand arrows, but arranged into a jīng wonderful sword array, firmly locking the enemy in a small space, and the twelve directions around the body are comprehensive, there is no gap, and any sword has the power of a grandmaster-level swordsman to shoot with all his might.

The sword qi accumulated more and more, densely packed, sealing all the ways out. Wan Liufeng had nowhere to hide, and suddenly made a move that Qin Yan didn't expect-

He crouched down with his head in his hands!

This helpless posture like a helpless girl being bullied made Qin Yan feel a huge sense of absurdity, but he soon discovered that this move was not so simple.

After Wan Liufeng squatted down with his head in his hands, the demon shadow armor around him also shrank into a ball, and the whole person turned into a short ball, but the dark shadow covering it became deeper and deeper. The Qing Ying Sword, the Destruction Sword and other divine weapons slashed up, and they splashed a large string of sparks, as if they had been slashed on the meteorite outside the sky.

In this case, if one sword and two swords are not enough, then no matter how many swords are used. This move, which looked very embarrassing and ridiculous, made Qin Yan helpless for a while.

"Senior Brother Qin!" Ge Xinglie said in a deep voice, "If one sword doesn't work, then a thousand swords, ten thousand swords!"

Qin Yan was silent, too lazy to pay attention to him. 'Nima, think Master Ben is as stupid as you?'

With a flick of his fingers, fifteen swords slowly rose into the air, and the sound of swords resonated one after another in a strange rhythm. He saw that Wan Liufeng couldn't come out of the dense sword qi for a while, and his heart suddenly moved.

Instead of cutting 10,000 swords in vain, it's better to take a ruthless shot!

He raised his head and shouted, "Knot!"

With a backhand pinch, the fifteen swords let out a crisp chirp, sonorously spliced together, gathering into an ice crystal giant sword nearly ten meters long in mid-air, and Sen Sen's murderous aura came out of it, ten times richer than before.

As soon as Qin Yan clenched his five fingers, it was as if an invisible giant had grasped this exaggerated giant sword, and it was extremely fierce and slashed down at the head of the black shadow in the sword array.

"Hehe, obediently reincarnate!"

After a loud shout, Wan Liufeng, who was locked in the sword array, seemed to sense that death was coming, and the dark light trembled slightly.

Qin Yan held his head high, his eyelids suddenly jumped, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

All the sounds were gone, the dust and ice were no longer fluttering, and time seemed to freeze.

He seemed to be stuck in a still picture, unable to move, and even the greatsword that had been slashed down was frozen in the air. On the surface of the crystal sword, it seemed that a blazing light suddenly appeared.

It felt very bad, and he didn't like it.

In the past, when he fought fiercely with people, the world was quiet, and he was the only one who could move. However, at this moment, he himself has become the background of other people's actions, and he can only turn half his head with all his strength.

'What is this...... It feels so hot......'

Behind him, it seemed that there was suddenly a blazing sun overhead, and the light swept across the end of the field of vision, engulfing everything.

The emptiness is vast, and for a moment there is only one kind of sè color left in the world.

"It turns out that anything that is pure to the extreme will be terrifying, even the light...... ' The last thought flashed through Qin Yan's mind, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

"Small-" At this time, Hao Chengang's reminder was only halfway through the shout, and Qin Yan had no chance to hear it, "-heart!"

The long ordeal that Qin Yan experienced was only a short moment in the eyes of others.

The previous moment, he was about to give the final blow to Wanliufeng, but in less than a blink of an eye, the situation changed in an instant, and suddenly a pillar of light more than a foot long and wide fell from the sky, and in the midst of the stunned people, it devoured his body in an instant.

"Boom!" there was a muffled sound, the light dissipated, and everyone regained their sight.

Looking at it intently, he saw that there was only a bottomless pit left where Qin Yan originally stood. A monk in a red robe stood by the pit, took off the hat on his head to face the crowd, smiled and saluted with one hand.

The air reverberated with a loud Buddha like Huang Zhong Da Lu: "Nan Wu, the great light shines like this!"

......The giant sword hanging in mid-air lost its spiritual power and fell back into fifteen small swords.

Neither the righteous nor the demon came back to their senses. In an instant, the victory turned into a dead end, and the twists and turns in it were really like falling into a dream.

"Yemol-" With a sharp shout, Yu Hanyan crossed out of the crowd, and his body was like a moonlight, more like a white lotus blooming, but it revealed a cold aura of killing soldiers, and went towards the red-robed monk like an arrow.

The broken sword that fell into the dirt made a clear sound, bounced up, and fell into her hand, and the sword was as bright as the moon, stabbing in front of the old monk's face in an instant.

Ten thousand points of vast light followed behind a line of cold, and that line of cold condensed a little lighter, and the edge pointed to the center of Yemol's eyebrows.

Yemol turned the beads, handed out his left index finger, and met the edge lightly.

The "Near World" unleashed by that swarthy finger can make the battle intent of all the swordsmen in the world dissipate into an abyss-like chasm. If you don't have the Prajna realm, you will never be able to cross this thunder pool for half a step.

The work of one finger is enough to cut off the river and the sea.

However, the old monk suddenly frowned, and Baoxiang's solemn face revealed a hint of surprise.

"Celestials?"

The sword qi was coming, the chill was penetrating to the bones, and the monk's robe was blown by the violent wind raised by the sword light.

A finger across the mountains and the sea, ten thousand points of light disappeared in an instant, the moonlight was engulfed by the netherworld, only that little dim sword light, after breaking through the ten thousand obstructions, still unrelentingly stabbed towards the old monk's eyebrows.

Yemol's eyelids jumped, and he turned sideways to let Yu Hanyan continue to make a move, and turned backwards. With this dodge, he found that there was nowhere to hide, and that bit of edge suddenly spread out, flying all over the sky, and in an instant filled every inch of space nearby. Time seemed to be a little stagnant in Haoran's sword aura, and the old monk floated and retreated in the sword light, and the red monk robe was cut to pieces by the sword qi in a blink of an eye.

After jumping away, the monk saw that he still couldn't escape the pursuit of the sword qi, so he threw out the Buddha beads in his hand, folded his hands, and recited the mantra: "Nan Wushan is lonely and the king of the moon is like a man!"

"Boom—"

When the Buddha bead broke away from his palm, it continued to grow in size in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye, it was already filled with heaven and earth, cutting off the field of vision. The glow is like a fiery rì, and the bright light shines on the earth, plating everyone's faces with a layer of gold. A string of Buddhist beads turned into several round mountains of gold, and rolled down towards the top of Yuhanyan's head.

Yu Hanyan's face was expressionless, and the long sword was raised, and the shadow of the sword halo like smoke and mist was rendered, blocking most of the golden light of the Buddha statue. Then, the sparkling sword qi pierced into the golden Buddha light.

"Scandium-" The violent aura on the sword flowed wildly, and the moonlight split the mountains and broke the mountains. The thousand-layered waves swallowed up a large area of Buddha light in an instant