"What about the middle stage of the Jindan that you have reached? You burn qi and blood, burn Shouyuan, burn Jindan, your body has reached its limit. How long can you hold on, at most only for a stick of incense!"

Yang Mucheng shook his head.

He has already won this battle.

Ten Thousand Sword Spirits did this, but it was just a dying struggle. When the time comes, his body will completely crumble and turn to dust!

"A stick of incense is enough, but it's enough to kill you!"

Ten Thousand Sword Spirit's eyes narrowed slightly.

At this moment, his originally black hair quickly turned gray. Crystal clear skin, which becomes shriveled and boring. The plump muscles are also gradually wilting. But his eyes were sharper and sharper, as dazzling as the sun.

Finally!

When the momentum of the Ten Thousand Sword Spirit reached its peak, he made a move.

"Go!"

Wan Jian Ling pushed his right hand and slashed it with his fingers, and this sword actually cut the earth in half. Even the Xiliang Peak behind Yang Mucheng was split by him like cutting vegetables. This sword spread for eight hundred meters, and from a distance, it looked like a huge canopy had fallen from the sky.

"Humph!"

Yang Mucheng's face was slightly solemn, he clenched his fists, stretched them out, and his robe agitated. In the face of this sword, he did not avoid it in the slightest, and smashed it with a punch in the air. Previously, with just a pair of fleshy palms, he was able to easily intercept the Seven Transformations of the Ten Thousand Sword Spirits, but under this blow, although he shattered this sword, he was shocked back dozens of steps.

And at this time, the second blow of the Ten Thousand Sword Spirit had already arrived.

He grabbed his right hand towards the void, and the aura between heaven and earth boiled at this moment, and a long sword suddenly appeared in the void, slashing towards Yang Mucheng. In the end, they fused with each other and condensed into a shocking long sword, which was split in the air!

"In the early stage of Jindan, it is extremely difficult to be in the middle stage of Jindan!" Jiang Chen looked at the battlefield and shook his head secretly. "Under Jindan, the realm of strength is still relatively vague. But above Jindan, every small weight is a qualitative change. Although Wan Jianling is not a real mid-stage Jindan powerhouse, he barely has the power of the mid-stage Jindan. Yang Mucheng is afraid that it will be difficult to resist!"

The ancestors of the Dragon Hall looked at the attack of the Ten Thousand Sword Spirits, and one trembled in their hearts, and the other was fascinated.

They were full of confidence in Yang Mucheng, but when they saw such a terrifying attack from this Ten Thousand Sword Spirit, they couldn't help but be worried. Who would have imagined that there would be such a terrible gap between the early and middle stages of Jindan?

Yang Mucheng ordered the Nine Dragons Flying Sword to unite and smash this sword in the air.

Suddenly.

The sword burst and turned into countless spiritual mist and scattered in all directions.

"Come again!"

Wan Jianling snorted again and grabbed it again. But I saw that the aura gathered and turned into tens of thousands of long swords, which fell towards Yang Mucheng like rain. Yang Mucheng frowned slightly, and stood in the middle of the field, causing the Nine Dragons Flying Swords to separate again, forming a sword shield, and crushing countless spiritual qi true swords.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

A handle of spiritual energy real sword collided on the Nine Dragons Flying Sword, erupting into bursts of terrifying spiritual mist, and the entire battlefield seemed to be transformed into a fairyland on earth.

Yang Mucheng looked at Wan Jianling and sneered:

"Ten Thousand Sword Spirit, if you burn everything and reach the middle stage of Jindan, is there only such a little strength? If that's all, you will definitely die!"

"Really?"

Seeing that the last Aura True Sword was completely shattered, the Ten Thousand Sword Spirit was still expressionless.

With his hands on his back, he rushed forward. A pair of pupils stared at Yang Mucheng. At the same time, the spiritual mist in the sky actually gathered up on his body, and under this boundless aura, his whole person actually began to disintegrate at this moment.

The skin dissipates, revealing the muscles. Then his muscles turned into dust, and not only that, but the meridians, bones, and blood of his whole body, including his internal organs, were completely decomposed in this aura. Then, under the fusion of the aura, all these decomposed things quickly turned into a sword and rushed towards Yang Mucheng!

"Old Demon Yang, take my last sword!"

"It's ......"

Jiang Chen's round eyes widened and he shouted.

Although Wan Jian Ling reached the middle stage of Jindan through secret methods, his strength was still a little behind the real middle stage of Jindan after all, and now this sword was a real mid-stage Jindan sword.

"It is worthy of the king of killers, Wan Jian Ling, his sword actually has such power. I'm afraid that no matter how strong Old Demon Yang is, he won't be able to take this sword!"

The crowd erupted in exclamations.

"The sword of Wan Jian Ling, the sword that has cultivated his whole life, and the rest of the thousand-year-old life is gambled, which is simply beyond common sense. ”

"yes!"

"Old Demon Yang has obtained the creation of heaven and earth, set up a shocking situation in this Xiliang Peak, and played all the martial artists in the palm of his hand. But he ignored Wan Jian Ling, the master of the Dragon Palace, Yang Lao Mo forced Wan Jian Ling into a desperate situation, how could Wan Jian Ling not jump over the wall in a hurry and fight with you?"

As for everyone in the Dragon Palace, their hearts were all pinched.

But see.

Ten Thousand Sword Spirit's supreme and fierce sword staked everything he had in it, and it was condensed to the extreme. As soon as this sword comes out, I am afraid that the cracking stone is only a pediatric, and even a real Jindan mid-stage powerhouse will have to fall here.

"Good!"

Yang Mucheng nodded heavily.

He flicked his fingers.

Dumps, Pu Lao, Pepper Diagram.

Three flying swords, quickly jumping out,

Flick your fingers again:

The kisses, gluttony, eyes, stalkers, slyphs, and pit pits also flew up in unison.

"I use this sword to break through the sky and take your final blow!"

Yang Mucheng's eyes widened angrily and pointed forward.

In the next moment, the Nine Dragons Flying Swords formed a line and swept forward.

Under the dim night sky of Xiliang Peak.

Hao Tianzhou and Reverse Chuanzhou are two powerful masters fighting. Ten Thousand Sword Spirits has cultivated his whole life as an imperial sword, and this sword is like the Milky Way above the nine heavens, which is brilliant and awe-inspiring. Yang Mucheng's Nine Dragons Flying Sword was a lightning bolt that ravaged the void!

"This trick is next, Yang Lao Mo can live!"

"If you can't take it, Old Demon Yang will have to die!"

Everyone's eyes widened and they looked ahead.

Look at this last sword!

Even.

Even Jiang Chen, who had been secretly watching the battle, held his breath at this moment. With his identity and strength as a disciple of the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect, he couldn't tell which of the two sides was stronger!

Until, the attacks of both sides collided together!

"Boom!"

The terrifying internal strength was crushed wildly, and the two sky-high sword intents collided together, and they actually burst out with a thousand rays of light. Even at this moment, even the night was completely torn apart. In this piece of strong light, the huge Xiliang Peak completely disappeared......

The surrounding warriors were also swallowed by this terrifying sword aura!

"Holy!"

The Dragon Hall Ancestor exclaimed.

"Old Demon Yang is defeated?"

Jiang Chen's eyes widened.

Because.

At the moment when the strong light erupted, everyone clearly saw that Yang Mucheng's Nine Dragons Flying Sword was unceremoniously knocked away by the Ten Thousand Sword Spirit. And, after the confrontation with the Nine Dragons Flying Sword, the sword of Ten Thousand Sword Spirits did not weaken, but became more and more intense.

Because, Wan Jianling saw the hope of killing Yang Mucheng!

However......

When the light comparable to the scorching sun dissipated, everyone was shocked.

(End of chapter)