If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would have been absolutely hard to believe that this tattered and tattered 'sword', which could even be described as a 'sword' that improved its grade by scrap iron, could burst out with such a terrifying sword aura.

"Boom!"

Haoran's sword qi swept through the void.

Even at this moment, even the surrounding space was torn apart.

Then.

This broken sword was actually churning up frantically, as if it was being controlled by a kendo master, and it shot towards Yang Mucheng's hole quickly. This sword was extremely fast, without the slightest fancy, and it had already flown in front of Yang Mucheng in an instant.

When the broken sword swept up, the terrifying hurricane brought it up, bringing out terrible rifts on the ground around it.

"Be careful!"

Although, the long-haired man reminded him, but the speed of this sword was too fast, even compared to Yang Mucheng's 'speed sword style'.

When Yang Mucheng reacted, this sword was already in front of him.

Almost without the slightest hesitation, Yang Mucheng immediately smashed it with a punch.

"Bell!"

The swords and fists were fierce, and a terrifying force suddenly erupted.

The broken sword trembled, crossed a parabola in mid-air, and inserted it into the Nine Palaces diagram with a 'poof', which seemed to have never moved, except for a faint and invisible trace on the sword body full of cracks. And under this terrifying power, Yang Mucheng's body trembled suddenly, and he staggered back a few steps.

"Huh?"

"You actually caught the Nine Palace Sword Formation with your fist?"

"This kid's physique is really terrifying!"

Originally.

The few Nirvana powerhouses who had been sitting in front of the sword array and had been cultivating with their eyes closed did not care about Yang Mucheng's appearance. Even when Yang Mucheng stepped into the Nine Palace Sword Formation, they didn't make a sound to remind him.

Now, they all opened their eyes in shock because Yang Mucheng had resisted the bombardment of the Nine Palace Sword Formation with one punch.

"What's going on?"

Yang Mucheng's face was surprised, obviously very puzzled by what the situation of this Nine Palace Sword Formation was.

The long-haired man explained:

"This Nine Palace Sword Formation, there are a total of nine swords. We have to walk a total of nine steps from this mountain gate to the palace. With each step, a sword awakens. Today, only these last five swords remain. You walked too fast earlier and triggered the Nine Palaces Sword Formation, so you caused one of the swords to attack. ”

The long-haired man looked at Yang Mucheng, and then at the broken sword that was bombarded and swept back, his eyes could not hide his surprise, he pondered for a while, and said to himself:

"Perhaps, this sword was shattered by our bombardment, and it has lost its original power, so it will be blasted back by you with a punch!"

Several other Nirvana powerhouses present also looked at each other for a while.

Obviously, I agree with this speculation.

"Nine Palace Sword Formation?! How many years have you been trapped here?" Yang Mucheng asked subconsciously.

"We have been stopped here by this Nine Palace Sword Formation for more than a thousand years, and we have never been able to move forward. Now that all of them have been promoted to Nirvana cultivation, their strength has increased greatly, and the speed of breaking the formation has increased. The long-haired man said.

"Hmph, Huangkou Xiao'er, you just smashed back a broken sword with one punch, and you dare to underestimate this Nine Palace Sword Formation?" As soon as the long-haired man's voice fell, a red-haired man stood out in the crowd. But I saw that the red-haired man was dressed in coarse cloth, his red hair danced in the sky like a flame, and his body was shining with patches of flowing red light, as if Zhu Rong was in the world.

The red-haired man glanced at Yang Mucheng and sneered: "When we broke the formation, there were more than thirty people in total, and each of them reached the Nirvana realm. Do you know what the concept of a Nirvana powerhouse is? In order to crack this Nine Palace Sword Formation, there are only eight of us left!"

This man is called the Flame Bath Yuanshi, and he is full of flames, and he deserves this name.

Several other people also nodded secretly.

Apparently.

The memory left by this Nine Palace Sword Formation is also extremely profound. Now that they are despised by such a new boy, how can they bear it?

Yang Mucheng's face was full of weirdness, he looked at the Bath Fire Yuanshi, looked at the many Nirvana powerhouses present, and said disdainfully:

"A small Nine Palace Sword Formation, more than twenty Nirvana powerhouses actually died?"

"Boy, don't think that if you repel a broken sword, you can show off your might in front of us! We people, who have not lived for thousands or more than 10,000 years, it is enough to be your ancestor. If you dare to be rude to us, you can be crushed to death with one finger!" As his name suggests, the character of the Yuhuo Yuanshi is also irritable, and he shouted angrily on the spot.

"Zheng Yunfeng, the disciples of your Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect are not as good as the next generation!" A middle-aged woman maintained a five-hearted sitting posture, rolled her eyes, and glanced at Yang Mucheng lightly. "When I meet these people, I don't know how to salute, I don't know how to respect, not only do I not know how to respect my superiors, but I don't know how to respect and humility!"

"If I were you, I would have slapped this kid to death a long time ago......" Another middle-aged scholar in a robe glanced at Yang Mucheng.

The ancestor of the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect named Zheng Yunfeng was also furious.

But.

Before he could speak, Yang Mucheng looked around with his hands and sneered: "You idiots, a small sword formation, it took so long to not be able to crack it, but so many people died, and they still have faces, and they are still qualified to scold me?"

Yang Mucheng snorted coldly.

He didn't bother to ramble on these people.

"You!"

"Huangkou Xiaoer, how dare you be so rude?"

"It's just presumptuous!"

Teng!

Yang Mucheng's words were like stabbing a hornet's nest, and the ancestors present suddenly jumped up angrily one by one.

The fire master was even more furious, and he wanted to kill Yang Mucheng with his palm. But Yang Mucheng was like nothing, with his hands behind his back, leisurely towards the palace and towards the Nine Palaces Sword Array.

"What does he want to do?"

"Breaking into the sword formation?"

"There are so many of us Nirvana powerhouses, it is extremely difficult to resist the sword formation, let alone this kid...... He was lucky enough to resist once, can he resist it a second time?"

Between words.

Yang Mucheng had already stepped into the Nine Palaces Sword Array.

"Zheng!"

Almost instantly, the broken sword that pierced into the ground and fell silent suddenly trembled. At the same time, a sword intent that was even more terrifying than before quickly spread from the shattered sword.

At this moment, whether it was the Flame Yuanshi or Zheng Yunfeng, their faces all changed.

"Not good!"

"The sword array is angry......"

"This kid has angered the sword formation!"

Feeling this sword intent, everyone was shocked.

Even, even Zheng Yunfeng's pupils narrowed, and he shook his head secretly.

Angering the sword array is naturally ten deaths, in his opinion, Yang Mucheng is already a mortal person, and the immortals are difficult to save!

(End of chapter)