The sword aura flew, and a terrifying martial will permeated the white-haired old man's body.

This martial will spread out like a tide, and the speed was extremely fast, covering a radius of hundreds of zhang in just an instant.

"Leave it for this seat!" The white hair fluttered behind the white-haired old man, and the martial will was condensed, and those afterimages shrouded by the martial will were immediately shattered.

Bang bang! More and more afterimages shattered, and in the void, only four figures remained.

Feeling the coercion coming from his body, Qingjue's face changed in vain, his body seemed to be in a swamp, and every step he took must have a terrifying resistance in front of him.

"Doppelganger!" The white-haired old man raised his head, his eyes were like electricity, and he looked straight at the four figures, the long sword in his hand was raised, and one sword conjured four sword rainbows.

"Sword rainbow through the sun!" The white-haired old man took a step, and as a sword tore through the sky, four sword rainbows shot out.

Each sword rainbow contains an extremely terrifying will, which is the will of martial arts.

Those whirlpools of life and death that had not yet taken shape were directly torn apart by this sword rainbow, and the sword rainbow was like lightning, shooting straight out.

"Martial Dao Will Suppression!" Qing Jue Jian frowned slightly, the coercion on his body became more and more terrifying, Qing Jue knew that if this continued, his body would have to be imprisoned.

Turning around, Qing Jue's right hand shook it towards the void, and a thunderous sword weapon emerged, holding the long sword.

"Rachel!" On Qing Jue's body, an extremely terrifying sword intent rushed into the sky, and at the same time, countless thunderous sounds appeared beside Qing Jue's body, the long sword stirred, and its purple lightning turned into a green dragon phantom and flew around.

"With the fury of thunder, cut off this martial will!" Accompanied by an incomparably powerful sword intent, its green dragon phantom flew in the thunder, and the thick purple lightning of the bucket was wrapped around the side, and a sword fell, slashing in vain in the void in front of it.

It was this slash that the green dragon phantom flying beside him roared, surging towards the endless void.

"Cut off!" Qing Jue said coldly, in the void, thunder roared, and countless green dragon phantoms converged into a terrifying might, stirring up spatial ripples, and the surrounding life and death qi were forced out hundreds of zhang away in vain.

The place where Qing Jue stood seemed to have become a thunder pool, and the thunder was like a fish in the pool, and it was with this sword that Qing Jue found that the pressure on his body immediately became much weaker.

"Although it has not been cut off, it is enough to shake this martial will!" Looking at Changhong, who was getting closer and closer, Qing Jue did not turn around and leave, but took a step forward again.

"Bloodline Divine Power Thunder Flash!" An extremely terrifying heavenly thunder fell from the sky, and it fell on Qing Jue's body at once.

In vain, a faint vacuum ripple appeared in the void in front of Qing Jue, and the originally formless void was immediately torn apart, and ten thousand thunderbolts shuttled through it.

The three doppelgangers gathered towards the pure body, and the four figures loomed in the thunder, looking at the four phantoms, the smile on the corner of the white-haired old man's mouth became more and more cold: "Just erase these four figures!"

The sword fingers were pulled, and the four sword rainbows converged together in vain, like the rising sun, unstoppable, breaking through the air, shooting straight out.

"It's locked!" Ye Chen's eyes showed no fear, and the whole person turned into a green dragon soaring above the nine heavens, its electric light condensed, and the green dragon rushed towards the sky with a thunderous momentum.

At the same time, the thunder roared, and the three doppelgangers also turned into green dragons, and the four green dragons gathered together, which was a hundred zhang long.

With the momentum of thunder, controlling the heaven and earth and ten thousand thunders, its green dragon and the sword rainbow met together in vain, bang!

The thunder tore apart the Changhong, and it also shook the terrifying martial arts will in the Changhong, which was the power of the thunder.

Circles of spatial ripples spread out, and the surrounding space shattered, forming waves one after another, and the green dragon tore apart this spatial wave again, shooting straight at the white-haired old man.

Seeing this, the white-haired old man sneered, his figure took a step forward, and a terrifying sword intent condensed on the long sword: "It is rumored that the four ancient clans are extremely strong, and today this seat will cut them off with the sword in his hand!"

The white-haired old man was laughing, mocking Qingjue's indiscretion, but when the green dragon was still dozens of feet away from the old man, the green dragon's long tail swept out, stirring the life and death around him, and the terrifying whirlpool of life and death emerged, at the same time, the clear figure suddenly stopped, turned around, and ten thousand thunderbolts roared in unison, and the green dragon jumped into the thunder, rushing madly into the distance, seeing this scene, the white-haired old man was stunned, "Bluff, want to escape?"

For the first time, the white-haired old man found that he had been fooled like this, and he had previously mocked Qing Jue's indiscretion, but it turned out that people didn't want to rush straight at all, but were bluffing.

The whirlpool of life and death emerged, and the white-haired old man did not hesitate, he stepped out directly, and once again tore apart the whirlpool of life and death that had not yet evolved with the will of martial arts.

Although he was able to tear it apart, but with such a majestic martial will, the true qi in the old man's body was overconsumed, and his face was a little pale, and at the same time, Qing Jue also turned into a human form again, stepped on the thunder, and ran into the distance.

"Stay!" the white-haired old man snorted coldly, taking several steps in succession, tearing apart the void around him.

The sound of cold cheers wafted out, but a scene that surprised the old man also appeared, and Qing Jue, who was running wildly, really stopped his body.

Although he had doubts in his heart, the speed of the white-haired old man did not decrease at all, and the terrifying coercion permeated him, and it was only a few breaths of time, and the old man's figure appeared dozens of feet away.

The white-haired old man gasped suddenly, his gaze swept over Qingjie's back, and stopped in the void in the distance, where a spatial ripple slowly spread out, and the two qi of life and death rolled.

The pupils shrank in vain, and under the slightly dull gaze of the old man, a figure stepped out in the spatial ripples.

Dressed in white like snow, with long hair flying like ink, it was this figure that gave people a strange feeling, as if he represented the whole world when he stood there.

The old man's gaze fell on the white-clothed figure like snow, and at this moment, he finally knew why Qing Jue would stop his body in vain.

This figure is no stranger to the old man, a figure dressed in white like snow.

"Sword God Sect Master!" The white-haired old man didn't notice that his voice was trembling slightly at this moment, his eyes no longer had the previous killing intent, and without any hesitation, the white-haired old man stepped back directly.

One step is dozens of feet, but what puzzled the old man was that the one person did not move first, and was still standing in the void. A trace of doubt hovered in the heart of the white-haired old man, suddenly, the white-haired old man seemed to notice something, suddenly turned around, behind him, a figure appeared in vain, as soon as this figure appeared, a terrifying tearing force emerged, at the same time, this figure directly punched, tearing apart the surrounding void, shattering the turbulence, and the fist fell directly towards the white-haired old man.

"When did this man appear?" On this figure, the white-haired old man did not feel any vitality, especially the empty eyes made him feel inexplicable palpitations.

Dressed in a black robe, his body was slightly thin, there was no trace of life on his body, and his empty eyes were full of dead silence, but there was a trace of life in the depths of his eyes.

Standing in the void, Ye Chen put his hands behind his back and did not move, but looked at the scene with a calm expression.

Qing Jue turned around, looked at the familiar figure, and looked stunned, "That person?"

It was only one punch, but the terrifying power contained in it made the white-haired old man dare not underestimate it.

The will of the martial arts burst out, and the long sword in the hand of the white-haired old man suddenly provoked, raised the sword, took out the sword, and completed the sword in just an instant.

The phantom of sword intent emerged, and the will of the martial arts was restrained in it, and this sword alone was enough to kill the martial artist of the Spirit Martial Realm, and the white-haired old man was extremely ruthless as soon as he made a move.

"It's a bit too much to resist my sword with just your body!" Although the appearance of the five generations made the white-haired old man feel uneasy, he was not afraid of the figure in front of him.

Facing the brilliant sword light in front of him, the gaze of the hungry ghost Dao was still deadly, and in an instant, the fist and the sword light finally met, bang!

The roar rang out, and the strength contained in the fist exploded, directly tearing apart the sword light, and in the disbelief gaze of the white-haired old man, a strange mark appeared on the fist of the hungry ghost dao. At the same time, the terror is the tearing force spreading, and it is this tearing force that swallows up the sword intent and martial will contained in the sword shadow, and one after another spatial ripples spread out, stirring up a wave of space.

Bang bang! A punch came out, and the hungry ghost Dao withdrew his hand, and punched out again, hitting the tip of the sword.

A metal-like clash erupted in vain, and at the hilt of the sword, the white-haired old man felt a terrifying force, which made his arm numb for a while.

"What a terrifying body!" the white-haired old man retreated a few steps in quick succession before he could dissolve the terrifying force, but despite this, a damp sensation had already spread in the palm of his hand, and scarlet liquid dripped down the hilt of his sword.

What made the old man feel the most palpitations was the previous mark, which actually swallowed even the will of the martial arts, and the spatial ripples fell on the fist of the hungry ghost dao, and finally disappeared strangely.

"It's tougher than you imagined!Not bad!" Ye Chen's eyes swelled with a hint of laughter, and he stepped out, his body like the wind, and floated towards the white-haired old man silently.

Bang! It was still a punch, and the Hungry Ghost Dao shattered the void, stepping on the turbulence of space, carrying the momentum of heaven and earth, and his martial will exploded in him.

"Martial Will!" The white-haired old man knew that he had underestimated the person in front of him before, a martial arts realm martial artist, a sword god sect master comparable to the martial arts realm, retreat!

Without any hesitation, the white-haired old man raised his hind feet and wanted to retreat, but at this moment, a flat voice rang out in his ears: "Stay!"