Time seems to have returned to that rainy night a year ago, Wide Area City, Tsing Yi Lane.

A sword goes down the mountain, and thousands of swords follow!

Under the torrential rain, Zhao Yu strode towards the dying old lady who was dressed in red and shook the sky, and then he stretched out his right hand and held the vague sword, and hundreds of millions of sword souls shrouded his body, as if he held the entire sword path.

There was no need for words, no need to communicate, Zhao Yu already knew the name of this type of sword.

A sword flies immortals.

Zhao Yu knew the strength of this sword more than anyone else, because he had personally controlled it, so looking at the other side of the lake, Murong He, who was drawing his sword extremely slowly, in the ebony black eyes of the young emperor, his gaze instantly became hot, and the hot blood on his body actually let out a roar like a great river.

Then Zhao Yu slowly took a step forward with his left foot, raised his left hand forward, buckled the string with his right hand in the air, slowly backwards, and took a breath, in the midst of the whistling sword, a piercing eagle cry resounded in the depths of everyone's souls, and a golden giant bow appeared in front of the young emperor.

Eagle Song Bow!

Zhao Yu's right hand continued to move back, and arrows of different colors appeared on the pure golden string on the Yingge bow, some of which were surrounded by the law of blue-gold wind, some were transparent, full of spatial laws, and one was covered with misty starlight, just like a star gathered, and so on.

On the other side, Murong He's sword drawing movement was extremely slow, slow to the point of being like an extremely old man, and at the same time, as Murong He slowly stood upright, the hazy sword soul was slowly withdrawn from the lake, completely revealing in front of the world.

This sword is based on the remaining hilt of the mountain sword, the sword body is impermanent, formless, hazy and blurry, and inside it is the edge that tears everything, making people unable to see the truth, as if this heavenly way.

This sword is the materialization of the so-called kendo on the entire vast land of Shenzhou!

Murong He raised his right hand, the big sword in his hand pointed straight ahead, pointing directly at the young emperor who was bending his bow and pulling arrows, at the same time, the Burial Sword Lake was completely violent, like a completely boiling boiling water, exploding upward, and every time the lake exploded, a sword soul would emerge from the lake, also pointing directly at Zhao Yu.

"Raise troops against the Emperor, presumptuous!"

At the moment when Murong He raised his sword, whether it was the spirit crane, the overhaul above the black dragon, or the civil and military officials standing in the Sitian Tower, they all couldn't help but let out an angry shout, because for a courtier, letting people raise the blade of the sword in front of the emperor was itself an extremely incompetent manifestation.

This made their hearts instantly filled with extreme anger, and their eyes instantly turned red, especially the Radiant Army and Dire Division in the sky above the sky, if it weren't for the military orders, even if these taboo people were broken to pieces, they would have to defend the glory of Great Xia and the emperor!

The Burial Sword Lake on the top of Wanjian Mountain, under the gaze of a pair of red eyes, more and more sword souls rose under the surface of the lake, densely filling the entire half of the sky, and gradually forming a stegosaurus that stretched for an unknown number of miles.

This stegosaurus gathers the strongest sword path edge in the entire vast land of Shenzhou, and it is also the heritage of countless years of sword path.

The sword qi roared in the sky, and the edge filled the entire Ten Thousand Swords Mountain sky, Murong He had not yet stabbed out the sword that shocked the earth and wept ghosts and gods, but the entire Wide Area City, and even the rest of the large number of people of Gwangju City, could clearly see the long stegosaurus emitting psychedelic light above the distant void, and the sharp edge coming from above the stegosaurus, making the whole body feel a faint tingling pain.

On the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, there are a large number of sword-like attics, tens of thousands of Sword Pavilion disciples, according to the order of the girl Jiansheng, collectively sit on the square outside the attic, and then these disciples and elders, looking up at the vast and countless sword soul dragons in the night sky, all have pious expressions, slowly kneeling on one knee, the sword soul on the body automatically emerged, rose into the air, and then joined this sword dragon.

Within the dragon head of this stegosaurus, there was only Murong He, who had only his right arm left, but he was steadily holding the path of the sword, and the infinite edge pressed on his body, but this sword legend did not tremble at all, and then, when the edge reached its peak, Murong He finally stepped out.

After taking this small step forward, the wind and clouds changed suddenly, and the sword path dragon composed of infinite sword souls raised its head to the sky and let out a huge roar that tore through the sky, and then directly from top to bottom, rushing straight down towards the dark golden emperor-robed figure flying above the lake below.

After Murong He stepped out, he stepped forward again, and then raised his sword, carrying a sharp edge that tore through everything, and rushed straight towards Zhao Yu.

One sword out, ten thousand swords first!

It was a vast, shocking, indescribable scene.

If there was an existence beyond the land god immortal realm and on a par with the Dao on this vast land of Shenzhou, then their all-out attack would not be more than that.

The entire night sky and sky were completely lit up by a sword soul that exuded an infinite sharp aura, and the falling sword soul, and the original downpour was completely replaced by a sword soul at this time, and these sword souls were more and denser than the rainstorm!

"Murong He, he actually stabbed out the entire sword path, how could he be like this, how dare he do this!"

Above the Spirit Crane, the roars that belonged to the great grandmasters rolled out, and even Chu Zhengyang, the master of the Dao Palace Zongheng Courtyard, who was originally as calm as ever, directly changed his face, and Murong He's move seemed to them to be completely mad.

Bet on the entire path between heaven and earth!

In other words, once Zhao Yu blocks or even cuts off the sword of this flying immortal outside the sky, then the sword path of the entire vast land of Shenzhou will be directly cut in half, and countless people who use the sword will directly cultivate to a big fall, and there is no way to cultivate.

"This move is no different from fishing with all your might, burning and hunting, and drinking to quench your thirst, Murong He will become a sinner for countless sword cultivators through the ages!"

A series of words came out of Chu Zhengyang's mouth, which showed how angry he was, and then he no longer hesitated, and directly connected the dots forward, and the entire ten-mile red array shrouded in the surroundings began to circulate, and pieces of pink peach blossoms began to fly violently, converging downward, but he heard a sound of Emperor Huanghuang throughout the sky:

"This is my battle, and everyone else, including the mountains and seas, are not allowed to move, this is a holy order!"

After the sound of the Rolling Emperor was finished, the ten-mile red array pointed out by Chu Zhengyang directly stagnated, suspended in mid-air.

In just a few moments, Murong He had already crossed half of the Hidden Sword Lake with his sword, and faster than him was the stegosaurus composed of thousands of swords.

The stegosaurus dragon opened its head and swooped down towards Zhao Yu, the dragon roar was the sword roar, and countless sword souls enveloped the four fields, completely filling the space above, and there was not even the slightest space to dodge.

Sword rain washes the emperor!