Rise!

Just as the dragon's claws fell, the Ancestor Phantom's right hand grabbed towards the void. In an instant, the fragment of the infinite long sword that was shattered by the blood-drinking mad dragon was actually under a strange force, quickly churning up, and then it seemed to be a thousand threads of existence, pouring into his palm.

In the midst of the swiftness, a seemingly ordinary long sword was formed.

The Ancestor Phantom grabbed this long sword and slashed towards the Blood-Drinking Dragon!

I have a sword, and I should cut the world!

"Roar!"

The blood-drinking dragon let out a wail, and the huge dragon body exploded rapidly under this sword. The huge dragon body turned into pieces of red light and quietly drifted away.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the sound of the sound of gold and stone, it resounded impressively.

The blood-drinking sword slashed a parabola in midair, and thrust into a boulder with a 'poof', the hilt humming and trembling.

"You're the first being to make me manifest......

"It stands to reason that you've got my approval. ”

The old ancestor phantom looked at Yang Mucheng quietly, and there was a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

"However, I want to know where your roots are......"

Rumble!

His voice fell, and he stood quietly for three breaths, his right hand clenching the long sword fiercely. A terrifying aura erupted from his body quickly. This terrifying aura has even surpassed all the existences that Yang Mucheng has encountered so far.

Even, this terrifying aura is an existence that even Hua Yuanao and other seven half-step Nirvana Ancestors can't match!

"Is this the existence of the Immortal Sect?"

My heart was shocked.

After hearing the other party's words clearly, Yang Mucheng raised his head fiercely. In his eyes is Haoran's fighting spirit and crazy surging fighting spirit!

"Good!"

"I'll fight with you!"

As soon as the words fell.

Yang Mucheng's right hand grabbed towards the void, and the blood-drinking sword inserted upside down in the crack of the rock also burst out with infinite blood at this moment. Hearing the sound of 'Qiang', the blood-drinking sword swayed up, slashed through a brilliant blood, and quickly fell into his hand.

A long breath of turbid air was exhaled, and the Ancient Heaven Swallowing Technique was running wildly.

Laugh at!

In the pupils of his eyes, a cold glow appeared.

At this moment, Yang Mucheng is like a divine weapon out of the sheath.

Airplanes~

The void also trembled suddenly, and the purest internal energy surged out, only to hear a crisp sword sound, and in the void, in a terrifying attitude, one long sword after another quickly emerged.

"Oh?"

The Old Ancestor Phantom looked at Yang Mucheng with a little surprise, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. "I was the one who attacked, but now it's you?" Okay...... I'm going to see what kind of attack you can have!"

"Qiang!", "Qiang!", "Qiang!", "Qiang!", "Qiang......

A series of terrifying sword sounds continued to reverberate.

Even.

Every time a sword appeared, Yang Mucheng's aura weakened by a point. Obviously, these long swords and swords are all transformed by internal strength. Although it has reached the Purple Mansion Realm, this method of condensing vapor is still seriously consumed.

Ten swords, one hundred swords!

A thousand swords, ten thousand swords!

Yang Mucheng's breath was like a ebb and flow, and it was frantically weakened in a clearly visible manner.

And the opposite.

His killing intent was constantly improving at this moment with a terrifying attitude.

"No matter who you are, today I will behead you with 99,999 swords!

Yang Mucheng's pupils closed.

Laugh at!

A cold light flashed, and an earth-shattering sword aura soared into the sky. With a large swipe of his hand, he grabbed the void. These 99,000 long swords were already coherent in an instant. If it is said that the ninety-nine sword mad dragon of the previous ancestor phantom is a hundred-year-old angry dragon.

Then, Yang Mucheng's 99,000 long swords are the ancient vast dragon ancestors!

Whew-

The blade of the sword has not arrived.

That earth-shattering sword aura had already exploded to the extreme at this moment.

"Crackling~"

A tearing sound resounded, and the sword body in the ancestor's hand, which was condensed by thousands of long swords, actually shattered and disintegrated rapidly in a terrifying posture under the bombardment of sword qi. The wind swept mightily, and it blew him even more, and his robe was hunting.

"Good!"

The Ancestor's phantom eyes narrowed, revealing a hint of appreciation.

"Once determined, my Xuanzong can rise!"

"Today, I will turn my body into a sword to block your thousands of swords!"

As soon as the words fell.

With his hands behind his back, the 108,000 pores on his body burst out at this moment, as thin as a hair. Even in the end, his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were filled with a terrifying light.

A hint of discoloration flashed in Yang Mucheng's eyes.

As a sword cultivator, how could he not recognize that the sword qi that poured out of the other party's body was a shocking sword aura!

But see.

The other party stepped forward, and the sword qi gushing out of his body was actually a swift and powerful act, directly wrapping his phantom body. Then Haoran stepped forward, and the surging sword qi swept up his whole person, constantly wrapping layer by layer, and completely enveloping his whole person in this shocking sword qi!

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Then, the ninety-nine thousand swords controlled by Yang Mucheng collided with this shocking and terrifying earth-shattering sword qi.

Xuanwu, who was fighting for a while, immediately saw a shocking scene.

Countless swords of internal strength full of killing intent continued to slash towards the huge earth-shattering sword qi. The bursts of surging sword light erupted into dazzling flashes, and even Xuanwu couldn't contain his eyes from closing.

But.

That earth-shattering sword aura was like a terrifying existence that was enough to sweep through everything, and wherever it passed, it directly tore apart the long sword that was surging wildly.

It's almost just a face.

Ninety-nine thousand swords, most of them have been shattered.

Apparently.

The opponent's move to turn into a sword is really terrifying.

"What should I do?"

"Do you use that thing?"

Seeing that the remaining momentum was still rushing towards him with the sword qi that was still rushing towards him, Yang Mucheng panicked. He remembered that when he was about to leave the Forest Bone Domain, the magic weapon given to him by the Qiankun Immortal Sect.

"Maybe with that magic weapon, you can kill it!"

"But even if it's annihilation, it's not my true strength...... Instead, they rely on external objects!"

But just this thought moved, and in an instant, the 99,000 swords were left with less than a hundred long swords at this moment.

And the sword aura of the Ancestor Phantom is still earth-shattering!

Look up ahead.

Yang Mucheng could clearly see that in the sword aura, there was a trace of contempt and ridicule in the pupils of the other party's eyes, as if questioning that he dared to break into the Qilin Golden Gate without strength?

"I don't believe I can't kill you!"

The pupils of the eyes closed.

Yang Mucheng's right hand was released, and the remaining hundred or so long swords in the void quietly dispersed like dust at this moment.

"Did he give up?"

Seeing this scene, Xuanwu shouted loudly.

However.

Before it could finish speaking, a resolute momentum erupted in a posture that was even more terrifying than before.

(End of chapter)