In the air.

The wind blows hard, the sound of the flying sand and stones, like a strange sun.

A figure that was spitting out black light all over his body, walked in the air, and every step he took, his aura became stronger.

Buzz!

The Seven Demon Swords Against the Heavens - the Fourth Sword!

The sword appeared in the air, and countless black air flows burst out from Ling Jianchen's body. They wrapped around the sword light, and the sword light soared into the sky, with a hundred feet of sword light, which was awe-inspiring in the sky.

The world is full of storms and clouds, and the universe is inverted, which is extremely terrifying.

After using the fourth sword, cracks appeared on Ling Jianchen's body. Blood penetrated out of the cracks, dyed the battle robe red, and fell to the ground along his arms.

His body was trembling constantly, and his hands holding Pojun's sword were dripping blood, which was particularly terrifying.

The Pojun sword buzzed, and a trace of hair-like cracks spread all over it.

at the same time……

That terrifying knife was already slashing towards Tu Qiandao.

"Damn it, block it, block it..." Tu Qiandao's eyes glared angrily, and red bloodshot was everywhere on his eyes.

The steel teeth were clenched, and the white hair was dancing wildly in the wind.

"Hundred Beasts God Fist!"

"The Beast King Roar..."

Tu Qiandao activated the offensive again and again, and the combat power of the seventh level of Wuling completely exploded.

However……

Facing the fourth sword of the Seven Demon Swords of the Heavens, his attacks were extremely fragile, like cold ice thrown into the boiling magma. With the sound of chirping, fist shadows broke into the sword one after another.

"No……"

Tu Qiandao screamed, and the sword suddenly fell.

He defeated the true qi shield condensed in front of him. The shield exploded and the true qi flew out in all directions.

The violent energy formed a terrifying shock wave, and took Tu Qiandao's body and flew high. With a loud whoosh, Tu Qiandao's body flew backwards in the air, flew out for dozens of meters, and then smashed to the ground with a loud bang.

Wow!

Tu Qiandao spit out a mouthful of blood, supported the ground with one hand, covered his chest, and looked horrified: "Who is this kid? Why can he burst out with such a terrifying power in the Zhenwu realm?"

Inside the Haotian Sect.

Countless masters watching were dumbfounded and dazed.

"Master Changsun Sect!"

Xu Zhen felt his neck stiff, looked at Changsun Liantian and asked, "You are a master of swordsmanship. You may recognize where the sword technique used by Ling Jianchen came from?"

Changsun Liantian swallowed, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I don't know, I've never seen it. However, I'm sure this sword technique is definitely more than the fifth grade, at least the sixth grade..."

"At least sixth grade?"

Xu Zhen and Jingshan looked at each other, and a look of horror appeared in their eyes.

Fifth grade martial arts.

Among sects like them, they are already the only skill of the sect. If they are the sixth grade, even the four major sects will never have it!

For a moment...

Everyone looked at Ling Jianchen, and their eyes became more and more serious.

Tu Qiandao's face was blue and white. The knife just now caused him to be seriously injured. When he looked at Ling Jianchen, he did not look down on him anymore, but with a hint of solemnity and fear: "Ling Jianchen, I admit that I did something wrong before. As long as you put down the butcher knife, I can guarantee that I will not blame you."

"If you don't blame me for the past? Let's give me a stinky fart, Tu Qiandao. When you forced me and Ouyang Bo and others, why didn't you say you don't blame me for the past? Why didn't you say you don't blame me for the past when you arrested my tribe? When you let Long Qian kill me for the past, why didn't you say you don't blame me for the past? Now you want to let me go? Sorry, it's too late!"

Ling Jianchen looked cold: "Today, I will kill you!"

A cold and awe-inspiring murderous intent locked on Tu Qiandao.

Tu Qiandao's face suddenly changed, and in a turbulent and uncertain manner, he let out a series of ferocious laughter: "Ling Jianchen, you have thought about it. This is your last chance. Don't think that if you master this strange sword technique, I can't do anything to you. If you force me again, at worst I will fight you to the death!"

"You are dead? You are dead, but my net will never be broken!"

Ling Jianchen's black aura was sucking, like a bloodthirsty demon god coming from hell. His cold eyes swept forward and let out a low roar, "The Seven Demon Swords Against the Heavens - the Fifth Sword!"

boom!

Take another step forward.

Take this step.

A loud roar like a war drum came from Ling Jianchen's body, and a blood arrow suddenly spurted out from his mouth. Forced use of the Seven Demon Sword of Defiance was far exceeding the load of his body.

If it weren't for the breakthrough of the third level of perfection in "The Holy Body of the Yellow Springs", he would have long been unable to withstand the backlash brought by the Seven Demon Swords of Heaven and Demonic Swords, and he would have exploded and died!

Even so...

Ling Jianchen at this moment also reached his limit!

"cut!"

A roar, accompanied by blood, spewed out wildly, turning into a ball of blood mist in the void.

Buzz!

The blade body was trembling, and the blood mist surged wildly, gathering into long blood-colored rivers, rushing towards the sword. Wrapped on the Pojun sword, and while it was buzzing, a three hundred feet long sword light appeared out of thin air.

The blood-colored halos above the knife light are stacked layer by layer, floating and sinking.

"Damn it, I must block this knife..." Tu Qiandao's face was ferocious, and his hands changed his seal in front of him, and a resolute look appeared in his eyes, "Ling Jianchen, this is what you forced me - Wan Beasts Chaotian!"

Boom boom boom boom!

Xu-colored flowers suddenly exploded on Tu Qiandao's body, and his true energy reached its extreme, condensing into ferocious true energy giant beasts.

The giant beasts roared and roared, like thousands of troops, gathering into a black torrent of beasts, and the horses rushed towards Ling Jianchen like galloping.

Bang!

The blade fell and the beasts roared.

The terrifying waves of true energy spread out in all directions, and there was no one within a radius of a hundred feet.

Titicaca!

The ground collapsed, broke, and rocks hit the air.

The grass and trees were crushed, and a thick layer of dust was peeled off on the ground.

boom!

With a loud bang, the torrent formed by the gathering of thousands of beasts was split in half by a blood-colored sword light. At the end of the torrent of thousands of beasts, Tu Qiandao showed a look of horror on his face and let out a desperate roar: "No... Sect Master, save me!"

The blade has not reached its limit.

Tu Qiandao's robe had already exploded, and the crazy blade was ruthlessly strangling and cutting.

It made him covered with scars and blood.

puff!

The blood-colored blade penetrated through the body.

Fifty meters behind him, a bang suddenly exploded.

Starting from Tu Qiandao to dozens of meters behind him, a ferocious knife mark crawled on the ground like a scar.

Tick ​​tick tick!

Drops of blood dripped from Tu Qiandao's body. With a thud, his legs suddenly softened and he knelt on the ground. His chest was slightly undulating, leaving only the last trace of breath. He looked at the dark figure in front of him with a desperate look, and used all his strength: "Ling, Ling Jianchen, you, you can't kill me. If you kill me, the sect leader will never let you go..."

"Then let him do it!"

Ling Jianchen looked indifferent, raised the Pojun sword, which was covered with cracks in his hand, and raised the blade and was about to cut it down. At this critical moment, a cold and angry voice suddenly came from the horizon: "You can't stop it?"

"Sect, Sect Master? Hahaha, Ling Jianchen, Sect Master is here, you are dead, you can't kill me..." Tu Qiandao's eyes showed excitement and excitement, and a hysterical roar.

However, his pride disappeared after a moment. A cold blade slashed across his neck, blood squirted wildly, and a human head flew up.
Chapter completed!