I saw Qin Yan wave his right arm again, the halberd pointed forward, and shouted in his mouth: "Sword up-"

Suddenly, the power of the struggle with their weapons became incomparably greater, causing their entire arms to tremble. Those who are weak in cultivation like Xiaozhu and Bai Lang are dragged forward by the whole person.

Qin Yan borrowed the sword but didn't respond, and couldn't help but be angry in his heart. If it weren't for holding back a mouthful of true yuan, I could hardly help but scold. He himself never took weapons seriously, and certainly didn't understand the persistence of these people to keep their swords in their bodies. Besides, no one knows what he is going to do, and the envoy is twenty swords against the enemy? No one but a madman would do that!

But the dwarf not far away woke up from the confusion, recognized the great enemy who had beaten him unconscious, and immediately his eyes were red, and he screamed and rushed at him.

Qin Yan snorted coldly, and his left hand gently reached out, stopping the dwarf's claws. At this time, his spiritual power was all over the void, and he had a clear perception of the qi around him, grabbed the dwarf's arm, and sent it back with an understatement.

The dwarf had a strange power, and as soon as he pulled it with his left hand, he felt that his body did not obey the call, and his feet involuntarily left the ground, and he fell towards Wanliufeng, Bi Xuan and others like a cloud.

At this time, Yu Hanyan had already reacted, and was the first to let go, allowing the Broken Sword in his palm to be absorbed by Qin Yan, and at the same time shouted for him: "Let go!"

In addition to singing and singing, people are letting go one after another.

Destruction Sword, Heavenly Dragon Sword, Dusk Sword, Green Shadow Sword, White Frost Sword, Smoke Cloud Sword, Bamboo and Wood Sword, Blue Dagger...... More than a dozen divine weapons were lined up above Qin Yan's head, and the air was clear, all of them were crystal brilliant sword qi, exuding a beautiful and dangerous halo in the depths of this dark underground.

The people who let go couldn't help but be a little stunned when they saw their weapons merge into that dazzling sword aura.

"What does he want to do? I don't think I've heard of anyone who can use a dozen swords at the same time to fight the enemy?"

"Are you going to throw so many swords at the other side?"

Yu Hanyan looked at the sword qi and figure in front of him, his eyes were a little shining, and he muttered, "Master, you really should come and see him......"

At this time, Wan Liufeng had just caught the dwarf who collided with him with skill, and when he raised his eyes to see such a beautiful scene that did not belong to the mortal world, he was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses, and his face changed greatly: "It's not good...... Hurry back!"

However, it was too late, and the sword array hanging in mid-air flew down, as fast as lightning. Bi Xuan held up the thunder light shield, the middle-aged swordsman held the peach blossom branch in his hand, the short dwarf had just stood firm, only the Taoist priest who had no time to cast a spell looked up in despair, and in his dying and desperate eyes, the scene of the sword qi emptying solidified into the final image......

The cold front exploded, and the shadow flew down the sword qi, and the five members of the evil sect were all buried in the earth-shattering ice light sword shadow in an instant.

Wan Liufeng took a step forward, and the demon soul phantom behind him also took a big step, and the two of them merged into one, as if they were wearing a black sè armor full of stingers, and they did not dodge and greeted the falling sword rain.

It's like a demon god who is heading for a meteorite rain before the end of the day.

His body seemed to become very large in an instant, standing up to the sky, and the shadows under his feet were rapidly elongated, plunging the ground into darkness, and it was detached from the ice light in the sky.

This is his Dharma, devouring the heavens and destroying the earth, treating all things as ants. The road is one foot high, and the magic is one foot high!

"The end of the heavens!" someone exclaimed.

The three swords of Destruction, Heavenly Dragon, and Dusk crashed into the deep darkness, and they were immediately absorbed by the darkness, and their edges were lost. Immediately, the three swords of Qingying, White Frost, and Smoke Cloud followed, and the dark quagmire could not contain so much sharp energy, as if the night curtain of yīn haze was cut open by thunder, and the dark spots were shattered like pieces of cloth. Two more swords followed, and the spell of Wanliufeng was broken, but he could only block it in front of him with his arms, gritting his teeth and holding up this wave of attacks.

He blocked the eight swords alone, which can be called arrogant. But seven other unknown swords swept over his head, dragging their swaying tails towards the four behind them.

Bi Xuan's thunder shield resisted a sword, the middle-aged swordsman used a peach blossom branch to pick two swords, and the dwarf was knocked to the ground by a bamboo and wood sword. The remaining three handles were all attacked towards the Taoist priest who was holding the talisman seal.

The Taoist priest silently recited the spell, replaced the real body with a straw puppet, and rolled on the ground in embarrassment, trying to retreat into the darkness. However, Qin Yan had already stared at him. At the moment when his figure moved, Qin Yan, who was being pulled by his qi, found this flaw, and the three long swords fell down violently, stabbing in from the back, and the incomparable sword qi tore through a scene of blood rain.

The Taoist priest was still not dead, only half of his body remained, and he was still screaming and crawling desperately towards the rear. Qin Yan's pupils flashed sharply, and the three long swords slashed down from three different directions: front, up, and right, cutting the remaining body of the Taoist priest into six pieces, and the bones rolled down, finally not moving.

"I heard that the people of your evil sect are good at cāo corpse control puppets, I wonder if after the person is cut into seven parts, can you still put it together and make do with it?" Qin Yan's sneer spread faintly in the dead space.

Wan Liufeng, who seemed to have consumed most of his physical strength, pushed away the two swords with all his might, raised his head and snorted, "You will know immediately!" The figure flashed, and he actually rushed straight towards Qin Yan's body.

Qin Yan's pupils suddenly constricted. With a snap of his fingers, fifteen swords bounced off the ground, backing like arrows, chasing the figure of Wanliufeng like a meteor catching the moon. But the speed of Wanliufeng's sprint was too fast, and his figure couldn't help but magnify in Qin Yan's eyes, and he arrived in front of him in an instant. The swords behind couldn't catch up anyway.

"Bang!"

Qin Yan raised his arms, staggered them in front of his chest, and took a heavy blow from Wanliufeng, and his body rose from the ground with this force, floating and retreating.

Wan Liufeng caught up, and one move was as fast as a move, forcing him to concentrate on parrying. This distraction is much weaker for the cāo of the fifteen swords, and it is only by habit that they come to this side.

After this round of slamming/slamming by the Ten Thousand Winds, there is not much time left for the sacrifice to last. If Qin Yan wanted to use the Imperial Weapon Technique to create the greatest results, he had to temporarily avoid the edge of the Ten Thousand Winds and use his soft moves to maneuver with him.

The fifteen swords finally arrived, Qin Yan leaned over, and merged into the cold sword light, the imperial weapon technique was once again exerted to the extreme, and the fifteen swords emitted a clear groan at the same time, under the resonance of the sword qi, the cold glow was even stronger, and the nearby air had begun to condense frost flowers.

Wan Liufeng knew that the momentum was not good, so he buried his head and ran. Suddenly, his eyes flashed, but it was Haochen Gang who came and slammed into his heavenly court with a palm. The power of the Cave Xuan Sutra should not be underestimated, and the Wanliu Wind hurriedly blocked it, and the whole body froze in place for a moment. Haochen Gang retreated, and when Wanliufeng looked back, there was already an overwhelming rain of frost and cold swords in front of him