. The sword intent permeated out, and its sword cliffs shook one after another.

Above the void, Huang Wushuang's originally thin figure looked so tǐng at this moment.

The sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, feeling this strange sword intent, Huang Ling Tian sighed slightly, and muttered: "Can you regret the sword intent?" This sword stabbed at the master who had raised him for decades with the sword intent of Huang Wushuang.

With a slight sigh, Huang Ling Tian also slashed out with a sword, and the terrifying sword intent exploded, with no regrets.

The two sword intents met in mid-air, and their explosions rang out, and a pitch-black spatial rift spread out.

The figures of Emperor Ling Tian and Emperor Wushuang both took a few steps back, and the black hurricane happened to sweep past Huang Wushuang.

The black hurricane swept by, and the gravel piled up at the exit of the sword cliff was shattered one after another, and the sword cliff was actually cut off alive.1 A ravine more than ten zhang long and 13 or 4 zhang wide flashed blindly.

However, at this moment, the black sè hurricane suddenly exploded, and countless black sè sword qi appeared out of thin air and shot out in all directions.

At the edge of the ravine,1 countless tiny cracks1 spread across the stone wall, and the sword cliff collapsed with a bang, and an incomparably flat avenue stretched out.

The roars continued, and many black-clothed people continued to rush towards the avenue, and countless figures passed by Huang Wushuang's side.

Huang Wushuang hurriedly withdrew a sword, wanting to stop the many black-clothed people, but it was too late.

Sword Cliff is undoubtedly the first line of defense of the Sword God Gate, and now that it has been broken, the five peaks of the Sword God are completely violent.

The long sword came out of his hand, and it was strangely suspended in front of Huang Wushuang's xiong, and the eight sword shadows gradually appeared on the side, holding the hilt of the sword, Huang Wushuang's sword slashed forward, a sword turned into ten thousand swords, and tens of thousands of sword shadows fell to the ground like raindrops, and the place where the sword shadow hit was blood splashing and flying.

Huang Wushuang rushed into the crowd like a killing god, the long sword in his hand wrapped around the man in black like a poisonous snake, and everywhere he went, a black shadow fell.

At this moment, the sword yuan power in Huang Wushuang's body poured out, and this time he seemed to have moved to death.

Several Hún Martial Realm and Fake Hún Martial Realm Martial Artists had already swept over the Sword Cliff, how did the ordinary black-clothed man resist the Emperor Wushuang Sword, the blood was stained with white clothes, and the white clothes were gradually dyed red.

Despite this, many black-clothed people in the Qi Martial Realm still raised their swords one after another, and countless cold sword lights headed towards Huang Wushuang.

For a while, above the sword cliff, its stroked qi jumped like a torrent, and the sword light flowed.

Huang Wushuang's whole body is like a bloody person, even if he is a strong man in the Hún Martial Realm, he can't resist the attack of hundreds of Qi Martial Realm martial artists, and the damage on Huang Wushuang's body has gradually increased, and the blood stained by his clothes has also increased his own!

What made Emperor Wushuang jealous the most was that Emperor Ling Tian's momentum had been locking himself, so his body was no longer as casual as before.

A trace of unbearable sè flashed in Huang Ling Tian's eyes, and the long sword came out of his hand, floating strangely in front of Xiong!

Huang Ling Tian leaned his hands against the long sword, and extremely strong true qi gushed out from the palm of his hand, and the long sword continued to tremble lightly, making a crisp sword groan.

The long sword turned into a sword light and rushed towards Huang Wushuang, and the aura in the air continued to gather towards the long sword, and the long sword emitted a dazzling light like the scorching sun.

Behind Huang Wushuang, a high-pitched sword intent phantom suddenly condensed.1 Almost a substantial sword intent suppressed the void.1 The air seemed to be frozen, and the surrounding space was actually imprisoned by Emperor Ling Tian.

Huang Wushuang felt that his body became extremely stiff, and the degree of sword drawing became extremely slow.

A flash of white light came for a moment, and the long sword broke through Huang Wushuang's protective sword qi, stabbing horizontally into Xiong's chest from the back, and blood splashed out like a fountain.

Seeing that countless sword lights were about to fall on Huang Wushuang's body, Huang Ling Tian waved his long hand and shouted, "Stop!"

The sword light retreated like a tide, and many black-clothed people surrounded Huang Wushuang one after another, looking at Huang Wushuang with fierce eyes, their faces full of hideousness.

The pungent smell of blood filled the air, and the pool of blood that had been filled with rocks was cleared again, and the blood gas was once again strangely bubbling in the sky.

A sense of powerlessness struck, countless small sword qi continued to shatter the surrounding body tissues at the wound, the pain made Huang Wushuang's brows furrow slightly, his double retreat slowly bent, the spine that stood on the top of the sky and the earth bent down weakly, and the long sword in his hand was slowly inserted into the ground, constantly panting. Huang Lingtian's figure slowly floated towards Huang Wushuang, looked down at Huang Wushuang, and said lightly: "Wushuang, if you leave now, I will let you go!" If you still want to prevent me from destroying the Sword God, then don't blame me for not being in vain!" Huang Lingtian persuaded again, if he changed to someone else, he would have been wiped out with a sword, but this person in front of him, he still felt a little unbearable in his heart!

Huang Wushuang's originally blood-soaked face slowly lifted up.1 Looking at Huang Ling Tian in front of him, a smile appeared on his face, wiping away the blood stains at the corners of his mouth, his deep eyes were full of determination, and he said lightly: "Master and apprentice affection, don't you think it's very ridiculous? Since the moment you betrayed the Sword God Sect, you are not my person! If you go astray, I have the responsibility to lead you to the right path!"

"Say that you really want to defend the Sword God to the death!" Huang Wushuang's hard attitude had already made Huang Ling Tian gradually lose confidence, and as a result, Huang Ling Tian's tone of voice became cold.

"The sword is in the people, the sword is dead!" Huang Wushuang raised his head full of blood and looked at the Sword God Mountain in the distance and shouted, and the cheers continued to spread out.

The disciples of the various peaks of the Sword God all looked in the direction of the Sword Cliff in shock, and a battle intent spread between them.

Huang Wushuang's whole body was surging, and the strong wind blew his clothes flying, and the whole person exuded a monstrous momentum at this time, and its majesty was so strong that a special aura was formed in the field, making the black-clothed people in it feel short of breath, and their faces were shocked.

The long sword in front of Xiong shot out with a pop, piercing several men in black behind him.

An eternal sword groan sounded at this moment, and a sword of Xuanqing sè sword intent condensed into substance1

The sharp aura of Qing Sè lingered1, and the space around 1 clicked, and shattered in an instant.

The sword intent materialized, but all this was still not over, and the momentum on Huang Wushuang's body skyrocketed again, breaking through his own limit, and approaching the peak of the second layer of the hún martial arts.

Huang Wushuang's body slowly hung in the air, looking at Huang Ling Tian with a surprised face, and smiled miserably: "Master, I said I would kill you!

"Do you remember the forbidden sword of Luoxia Peak?" Huang Wushuang smiled miserably, his eyes extremely determined.

The huge sword shadow shrouded the hearts of the black-clothed people around them, and the black-clothed people closest to Huang Wushuang vomited blood one after another.

The terrifying spirit hún power exploded on Huang Wushuang's body, and Huang Wushuang's spirit hún completely poured into this sword nose.

The sword shadow and the sword weapon in his hand gradually coincided, and for a while, the sword weapon and the sword shadow seemed to merge together, regardless of each other.

Huang Wushuang slowly held the big sword formed by the sword intent, and the endless true qi continued to surge towards the big sword, at this moment, Huang Wushuang's originally miserable white face also appeared a faint red, and at a glance at the stunned Huang Ling Tian, Huang Wushuang smiled miserably, and said, "I remember that you taught me this sword at the beginning!" Huang Wushuang raised the sword shadow in his right hand and waved 1 The domineering and abnormal sword shadow directly strangled the black-clothed people around him, and the flesh and blood flew.

The figure seemed to have passed through space, and Huang Wushuang's figure jumped directly into the sky above Huang Lingtian, and slashed down with a sword.

Volley split 1 regrettable sword intent [suppression] on Huang Ling Tiantian's body 1 body slightly curved, Huang Ling Tiantian's eyes were full of incredulity, but he was not in a hurry, he also waved the sword weapon in his hand, the entire sword body began to tremble, and then began to divide into two, two into four, four into eight, only for a while, hundreds of sword shadows were conjured, with a deafening sword whistle, down to the top, and split away.

"This sword, I will too!" Huang Lingtian's cold shouts continued to spread around, followed by the screams of the black-clothed people around him.

A circle of terrifying sword qi spread out, accompanied by the collision of two strands of sword intent, and the space shattered1

The terrifying aftermath grinded the ground around them into a flat mirror, and the black-clothed man closest to the two of them was drowned out by the spatial turbulence before they could even scream.

The battle of the martial arts of the hún martial arts realm is essentially a battle of sword intent, and the two of them attract the momentum of heaven and earth at the same time, converging on the sword momentum.

The sword shadows converged, and the two sword weapons glowing with cold light finally met, and their explosions rang out!