The fifth knife raised its right hand slightly, which was such a simple action, but it made the faces of many monks present change greatly, and many people who were not strong in heart were even more frightened, as if they saw an invisible knife, slashing towards themselves, and themselves, as if they had lost all resistance in an instant, and were ready to die.

They know that this matter is false, but they feel that it is extremely real.

This is not an ordinary supernatural power, but an extremely powerful artistic conception power, which directly submerged into the hearts of everyone, which is the artistic conception of the knife that belongs to the fifth sword.

The fusion of the artistic conception of the knife and the power of heaven and earth turned into a knife that belongs to this person.

This knife is bounded between the virtual and the real, and the holder is invincible.

The monks present, except for the four who crossed the border, only the infant became a great consummation could resist the power of this artistic conception and was unmoved, among these people, Han Yu naturally suffered the most pressure from the artistic conception.

Han Yu's expression was cold, he stood in place in silence, his fists clenched, he knew very well that the fifth sword that day was only a consummation, he joined forces with Uncle Zhou and Elder Luo, and the strength of the three of them was also defeated, today, in the face of the fifth sword of the Hinayana realm, he would not have half a chance to win, and even, he couldn't even resist.

At this moment, the fifth knife has not yet been shot, but it has only exuded artistic conception suppression, and he can only support it.

"Today, could it be that I ...... Xuanyang Gate" Han Yu was bitter in his heart, but on the surface, he did not show anything.

If Han Yu still has the power to support, Zhou Yi and Ying Wutian, as well as the five Yuan Babies of Xuanyang Gate, suddenly trembled under the power of the artistic conception of the fifth sword.

Zhou Yi and Ying Wutian are agile cultivation, Shang Ke forcibly suppressed the injury temporarily, and immediately meditated on the spot to heal the injury, but the five Yuan Babies were distracted, spitting out blood, looking sluggish, and deeply injured.

This was intentionally done by the fifth sword, so compared to these seven people, the pressure felt by the rest of the people in the scattered cultivation area was significantly smaller, and although it had a slight impact, it was not enough to be seriously injured.

In this way, the identities of the seven people were immediately clear, and they belonged to the same cultivation of the Jin Kingdom as Han Yu.

On the Beixuan Continent, there are countless cultivators, and the monks who are qualified to come to Wuya Mountain and experience the meeting of the thousand sects are all smart people, and the fifth sword's attack has already made many people smell an unusual atmosphere.

Could it be that Northern Xuanzong intends to suppress the Jin Kingdom's cultivation realm, or is it just a grudge between the Fifth Sword and this Han Yu?

But this thought will only stay in the heart, and no one will say it.

The fifth knife's right hand was slowly raised, and countless sounds of breaking the sky were loud, but the knife intent that could still be detected before had lost its trace at this moment, and only the sound of the knife was like a waterfall, endless.

This knife is invisible!

Han Yu took a long breath, closed his eyes, and the icy light flashed out, enveloping Han Yu in it at the same time, it swelled violently, since this knife was invisible, he no longer looked at it, but compared it with artistic conception.

He knows very well that he will definitely lose this battle, but the existence of the battle is not a must-win!

War is just what the heart wants, it has nothing to do with strength or weakness, and it has nothing to do with victory or defeat!

The so-called Dao heart is that life and death are easy, but it is difficult to bow your head!

Han Yu's talent is not as good as Han Shi, and the chances are too different, but only the strength of the Dao heart is not under Han Shi.

The realization of wandering between life and death made Han Yu's Dao heart touch the mystery of life and death, and in the precipitation of the years, it gradually became thorough.

Like ice, the more thorough, the more determined!

And in the depths of that incomparably firmness, there is a strong vitality, which is his unyielding heart!

Han Yu's artistic conception is not only born from cultivation, but also condensed by his Taoist heart!

The fifth knife's right hand staggered, and the next moment, the five fingers were like blades, and they slashed towards Han Shi at will.

A crack that was so fine that it was imperceptible fell from the sky, and the end point of the fall was Han Yu.

In the crack, a sword light only the size of a zhang flashed out, and the invisible knife intent finally appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Unlike the Qianzhang Sword that the Fifth Sword used outside the Xuanyangmen Mountain Gate, this Zhangxu Sword Mangs seemed to be extremely small, but the degree of condensation had reached an extremely astonishing level.

As soon as this sword appeared, it seemed to have spirituality, and went straight to Han Yu, but the trajectory of the fall was erratic, like falling leaves in the wind.

On the "Fallen Leaf Knife ......Intent" futon, the eyes of the Four Great Mahayana realms almost simultaneously swept through a glint of essence.

This kind of knife intent is not the purest knife, but a fusion of several different artistic conceptions, in the end, it is still based on the knife intent, and the most difficult place is the process of fusion.

The sword intent is fierce and sharp, and it is extremely difficult to coexist with the feminine and strange intent, but once it is fused, its power will be slightly weakened, but it is extremely difficult to prevent.

"I can't dodge this knife. Almost at the moment when the sword broke through its own artistic conception, Han Yu already understood.

Where the sword passed, the ice emerald shrouded in Han Yu's body collapsed violently, turning into an astonishing destructive force and heading towards Han Yu.

Nine loud noises rang out one after another, and at the same time, Han Yu's body suffered heavy injuries one after another, retreating again and again, turning into a shadow, and being directly blasted out of the hanging mountain.

Han Yu's face was pale, and as soon as he landed, he was no longer able to suppress the injury, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, his knees were weak, and he almost knelt on the ground.

I saw a sharp flash in Han Yu's eyes, and the sword shadow appeared in his hand, and a backhand sword pierced into the ground, supporting himself stiffly, and finally did not bend his knees.

In the bloodless face, his body is still as tall as a pine!

This blow was extremely heavy, and it had already hit Han Yu hard, and there was a big difference between him and the cultivation of the fifth sword, and the gap was extremely far away, no matter how unyielding he was, it would be difficult to eliminate the lack of cultivation.

The only thing he can do is not bow his head in defeat.

"Death. ”

The fifth tyrant drank coldly, and in a flash, he rushed towards Han Yu, who had an unstable foothold, and suddenly pointed out with his hands in the pinch, and suddenly a large void was like ripples on the surface of the water, and a majestic dragon chant with domineering spirit rose to the sky.

The ripples broke open in an instant, and a phantom hundreds of zhang long soared out of the air, and his cold eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest, and he swallowed towards Han Yu in a sky-shattering roar.

"It's the soul of the dragon......"

This scene fell in the eyes of everyone, and immediately made many people's eyes show horror, Jiaolong is not a real dragon, but it is also a rare desolate alien species between heaven and earth, and there are few natural enemies.

On the North Xuan Star, only in the depths of the sea, there is a trace of this beast, if there is no infant to change into cultivation, once you encounter this beast, you will definitely die.

The soul of the fifth tyrant, the dragon, is almost a thousand feet, and it is obvious that it is already an adult dragon, and after killing, the soul is extracted and refined.

It's just that judging from the size of this dragon's soul, this Jiao must have been extremely powerful before it was born, and I'm afraid it was not something that the fifth hegemon who had just broken through to the middle stage of infant transformation could kill......

The soul of the dragon was approaching extremely quickly, although it was already a soul body, but the fierce aura that belonged to the dragon alone instantly diffused, enveloping Han Yu in the middle.

Unlike the fifth knife, which still has scruples, the fifth tyrant did not stop at all, and he wanted to put Han Yu to death when he made a move, and he understood that as a junior in the family, he naturally had to share the worries of the ancestor.

The fifth tyrant's blow was blatant, it was the moment when Han Yu had just been injured, and he didn't have time to recover from his injuries, and his intentions could not be described as vicious.

"Sect Master ......"

The five Yuanying of Xuanyangmen, Feng Wensu, Mo Yu, Li Guanyun, Zhang Moran, and a new Yuanying were all seriously injured, but at this moment, they couldn't care about their injuries, and they all looked at the field, their eyes sad.

Even if he wins Wutian, he is clenched with his fists and his eyes are like fire.

Only Zhou Yi, although he looked at the audience, his eyes were always calm as water.

It's not that he doesn't grieve, but that grief has entered his heart, not that he is not angry, but that anger is hidden deep by him.

Han Yu's face was pale, but his eyes were still calm, he looked up at the dragon soul, and the ice emerald in his right hand reappeared, condensing and turning into a spear.

Suddenly, a whip shadow, its disease was even more thunder and lightning, and it swam along the tail of the dragon soul towards the dragon's head, and instantly sealed the Jiao soul, allowing the Jiao soul to roar in the sky, and it couldn't break free for half a point.

All this is like a fleeting light, extremely fast, and even gives people an illusion, compared to the soul of the dragon, this whip shadow seems to be the soul of the real dragon, otherwise how could it be subdued in an instant.

The other end of the whip shadow was held in the hands of a golden-robed young man, and this person was none other than Chen Nan, the emperor of the Heaven and Earth Alliance.

"Crushed. ”

Chen Nan's right hand shook, and suddenly a force of shattering drove the whip shadow deep into the Jiao Soul, and he didn't even have time to roar, under the power of shattering, the Jiao Soul suddenly shattered, turned into countless streamers, and re-entered the hands of the Fifth Tyrant.

The figure of the fifth tyrant shook violently, and his hands trembled as if he had been hit by an invisible force, causing his whole person to fly back in the air, bombarding the prohibition on the periphery of the Boundless Mountain, causing the prohibition to collapse significantly, and then repaired again.

The fifth tyrant vomited blood and fell to the ground, his face was colorless, he looked at Chen Nan with fear in his eyes, and a strong fear of this person rose in his heart, this Jiao soul was captured and killed by the ancestor and given him a sacrifice.

Originally, he thought that with the power of this Jiao Soul, it would be easy to kill Han Yu, and at the same time, in addition to the consummation of the infant transformation of this Thousand Sects, even if he was a monk in the late stage of the infant transformation, he also had the power to fight.

But how could he have thought that this Chen Nan would destroy the Jiao Soul with just one whip, and he could clearly see at this moment how big the gap was between him and the Infant Transformation Great Perfection.

Chen Nan's move suddenly changed the situation in the field, and countless eyes moved away from Han Yu and fell directly on him.

Even the Four Great Mahayana Realm Ancestors were also eye-catching, and even the four of them would not make a move at will on this Boundless Mountain.

Chen Nan's whip did not carry half of the fireworks, his posture was calm, and it was obvious that he did not use all his strength, and the unfathomable depth of the baby's growth and perfection can be seen.

There are very few people who have reached this level of cultivation, looking at the entire Northern Xuan Continent, even if it is the Northern Xuanzong, the infant transformation of the Great Perfection is already the position of the elder of the outer sect, except for the realm, no one can match, and the authority is very heavy.