"Boom!"

That sharp voice rang out again, resounding through the valley. Mo Zhiyu saw Chen Yun pick up the remnant sword again, and the tangible, but surging sword qi erupted from the broken edge of the remnant sword, making this sword shine again with the magnificent momentum of the world's first sword.

This momentum was accompanied by the sound of a sword, like a dragon that had just burst out of the clouds, roaring through the valley and heading straight to the top of the mountain.

The sound of ping-pong came and went, and countless swords and halberds were shattered at this moment. This is the momentum of the first sword in the world, and no mortal weapon can withstand it.

The disciples of the family also fell down in rows in the impact of this sword qi, their bodies shattered like the bodies of thousands of soldiers, and the blood dispersed into a blood mist in the air.

Such a terrifying power made everyone tremble, not only the children of the family were frantically retreating, but even the remaining disciples of the Sword Heng Sect were quickly moving away from Chenyun.

The crowd retreated like a tide on both sides, with only one person swimming upstream.

This person, of course, is the delusion of ink.

Mo Zhiyu roared angrily, roared, and roughly opened and kicked away the people who were in the way around him, and when he met the children of the family, he directly killed them one by one with a sword. He's rushing for time, he's going to have to rush for time!

Because he saw that Chenyun's face had burst with green tendons, and these meridians had spread all the way to his right hand, his right hand holding the sword. Mo Zhiyu is aware of the bloodthirsty nature of the Tian'a Sword, not to mention that it is now a human emperor sword that has not been suppressed.

Even if it was the legendary Emperor Chentian, he was only a young man in his early twenties now, and he didn't have enough strength to support the power of the Human Emperor Sword. He wants to save Chenyun before the Human Emperor Sword exhausts Chenyun's flesh and blood, even if it's not for the sake of restoring history, even if it's just for the brotherhood of the past three years!

On the other side, the sword climbed steadily, soaring into the sky, rushing to the cliffs on the left and right. The people at the top edge of the cliff fell like falling rocks, filling the valley with a bloody meaning.

Just as the sword was about to break through, a huge net seemed to suddenly open at the top of the valley, blocking the "roaring dragon".

Mo Zhiyu finally sensed that huge power again, it was the "Tianyi Exhaustion Spirit Array"!

The sword momentum of the Human Emperor Sword was blocked, and Chen Yun was immediately counterattacked, and "wow" spit out a mouthful of blood, almost fainting. But he was not reconciled, he held up his body, and his eyes burst out with the brilliance of gold and fire. He gritted his teeth, gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, held it high above the top, and looked up at the sky.

He wants to split the sword, he wants to use this long sword that changes his fate to split this sky, and cleave a new hope!

"Crackling!"

A bolt of lightning broke through the sky, and the sky suddenly filled with haze, like a prelude to a storm, and thunder rumbled in the depths of the clouds. Countless thunder dragons flickered, fangs and claws. I don't know if it represents Chen Yun roaring towards the sky, or if it represents the mysterious person on the cliff wall roaring at the ants below.

"Smack!" Thunder fell, shooting straight into the valley, hitting the cliff wall, breaking through the barrier, and the cliff walls on both sides fell again Rolling boulders, as well as countless charred people.

However, the largest thunder dragon hit the bottom of the valley, and it just happened to hit Chen Yun's side, so that Chen Yun's sword couldn't be swung out at all, and the huge thunder force blew up a deep pit on the ground, and even blew Chen Yun away.

"Big brother!" Mo Zhiyu roared and ran frantically towards the thunder and lightning. He jumped and hugged Chenyun who was flying upside down in the air, and then fell to the ground together, and slid backwards for several meters before stopping.

"Big brother......" Mo Zhiyu looked at Chen Yun at this time, one of Chen Yun's arms was already scorched, and the other hand was still holding the remnant sword. But at this time, Chen Yun's body had countless wounds, and the blood vessels were abrupt, and he was already a serious injury among the serious injuries, and he couldn't stand the power of the remnant sword at all.

The second resistance of the Sword Heng Sect, the second killer weapon, the sword qi attack from Chen Yun, suffered defeat again.

When the children of the family saw that the sword momentum disappeared, they immediately had fighting spirit again, and they fought with the disciples of the Sword Heng Sect around them with their bare hands. Compared with before, although the current family members have suffered heavy casualties, the Sword Heng Sect is not much better, and the difference in numbers is still obvious.

Moreover, after the chaos just now, the people on the side of the Sword Heng Sect were scattered among the children of the family, unable to help each other, let alone form a formation, and the situation was even worse than before.

In the thunder, the rain poured down, and the sound of the rain washed away the killing sound here, and the rain washed over this valley, washing the blood like a trickling river.

Mo Zhiyu looked at Chen Yun who was unconscious in his arms, looked at the disciples of the Sword Heng Sect who were brutally killed, looked at Murong Leng Yun and Mo Lengyin who were still struggling at the end, and finally looked at the remnant sword in Chen Yun's hand.

The remnant sword seemed to have understood his mind at this moment, and also strengthened his mind, and the remnant sword weng rang out, ringing in his ears at this moment, ringing between heaven and earth, only in his world.

The children of the family had almost killed or captured all the disciples of the Sword Heng Sect, and they finally discovered the Ink Delirium, and they all lifted the only broken sword in their hands, clenched their fists, and rushed towards the Ink Delirium with shouts of killing.

"Wow!"

This scream is not like the sound of rain, it is not like the sound of soldiers, but it is really the sound of a sword. Rows of children of the family fell down in this "uproar" and fell in the rain curtain, revealing the ink delirium with the remnant sword in his hand.

Mo Zhiyu held the sword in both hands, his beard was hideous, his eyes shone with gold and flame, his tattered robe was like a god general, and the clouds of the thunder dragon were his sight.

All the disciples of the family were horrified, and subconsciously ran backwards, but they couldn't escape the pursuit of the invisible sword qi. In this heavy rain, no one will be left behind, and all of them will turn into blood.

But Mo Zhiyu never swung his sword, and only when the disciples of the family at the bottom of the valley were exhausted did he slowly raise his head and slowly raise his sword.

Above the sky, the invisible force pressed again, with the thunder dragon that roared again.

"Heh......"

Mo Zhiyu opened his mouth softly, slowly raised his sword, met the thunder dragon, and raised the sword above his head.

"Boom!"

Countless thunder dragons flashed down, like countless long swords plunging straight down from the sky, and like countless evil dragons just escaping from the cage, they roared and gathered into a huge thunder pillar, such momentum was like the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation in the later generations, all of them flocked to the young man holding the sword.

(End of chapter)