"Hmph, do you think you can do anything to me like this?" Lu Ting's voice came, and the surging seven-spirit sword energy could not do anything to him at all.┃26nbsp;┃
"The magic armor of the Fantasy Armor Sect is indeed a bit famous." Staring at Lu Ting, who was completely unafraid of the Seven-Soul Sword Aura, Tianyang couldn't help but feel a hint of envy in his heart. This magic armor is even stronger than his bronze gold body. Even with the strength of his current bronze gold body, he probably cannot resist the surging Seven-Soul Sword Aura. However, Lu Ting's Yuan Beast Magic Armor was not damaged at all. He could even clearly feel that the magic armor was devouring the sword energy in the sword formation. However, this devouring power was not very strong, and it was mainly aimed at the Fire Soul Sword Aura.
"Tianyang, if your Seven Soul Sword Formation is only of this level, it will really disappoint me."
"Hahaha, Mr. Lu Ting, don't be too anxious. Just now, I'm just warming up. If the Seven Soul Sword Formation is really so unbearable, I won't take it out and show it to the point."
"Then please, I want to see how you broke my Yuanliu Phantom Armor today."
"Yin and Yang of the Sword, gather!" The power of Tianyang's original name, the sword soul, flowed into the Seven Soul Sword Formation endlessly, and the Yin and Yang Sword Soul continued to rotate at the poles of Yin and Yang. A stream of Yin and Yang sword intent surged out from it, fusing into a stronger sword intent to surge towards Lu Ting.
"Well!" Lu Ting's body couldn't help it when attacked by the Yin-Yang sword intent. Although his Yuan Beast Phantom Armor was powerful and could defend against all external attacks, this direct attack at the mental level was unpredictable. Lu Ting accidentally suffered a considerable loss. His mind was almost defeated by the Yin-Yang sword intent. If so, his loss would be great, and his mind would be damaged, so it would not be as easy to repair as ordinary injuries.
"Longyang Slash!" Tianyang pointed at the supreme Chunyang in the sword formation. The supreme Chunyang flew out and turned into a purple-flame dragon and roared at Lu Ting.
Looking at the purple-flaming dragon that was roaring and pounced on him, Lu Ting also felt a threat from the bottom of his heart. The dragon power emitted from the purple dragon made the phantom armor in his body tremble a little. The phantom armor on his body trembled with a formation.
"The angry lion comes out of the gate!" Lu Ting roared angrily, and the power of the magical armor soul in his body surged out wildly, and a lion condensed and hit it hard.
"Bang!" The two giant beasts collided with each other, and their bodies exploded. A terrifying force raged out, stirring the surroundings. Tianyang and Lu Ting almost couldn't stand firm.
"Mingyue devours the sky!" The faint light above the Miracle Moon surged, and a terrifying sharp surged out. The raging power surged over like a tide, and was soon swallowed by it, calming the surroundings again.
The Yuanliu Phantom Armor on Lu Ting's body kept flashing, and a stream of phantom Armor Yuan power emerged from him. At this moment, facing Tianyang, his face was no longer as relaxed as it was at the beginning.
"The seven souls are united!" Tianyang shouted violently, and the light of the seven sword souls skyrocketed, wrapping the entire arena. Snakes of sword intent that were like substance rushed towards Lu Ting.
"Phantom Armor Protects the Body!" A stream of soul power surged out of Lu Ting's body, and a layer of flame burned on the phantom Armor, blocking all the terrifying sword intent outside.
"Seven magic swords, gather!" The Seven Soul Sword Formation became small in an instant. Yin and Yang, Five Elements and Seven Great Sword Souls merged into one, condensed into a huge seven-color magic sword hanging in the air, and the terrifying seven-level sword power was emitted from it.
Lu Ting's body began to tremble, and the Phantom Jia Yuan Beast in his body seemed to be unable to hold on. The burning flames on it completely disappeared, and the flowing light also became light and dark, as if it would be extinguished if it was not paid attention.
"Born, Born!" Tianyang gathered all the soul power in his body and pushed the Seven-Soul Magic Sword to slash towards Lu Ting. That terrifying power, let alone Lu Ting, was shrouded by swordsmanship, even the people below the stage could not help but feel a sense of fear.
"Peng!" The Seven Soul Magic Sword was slashed, and the Yuan Lion Phantom Armor on Lu Ting's body seemed like a layer of thin paper, easily cut open by him. Lu Ting was directly shattered by the power of the Seven Soul Sword, and even a trace could not be left behind.
Seeing that Lu Ting had not even had time to make a scream, everyone below widened their eyes, but there was no sound around them. It was really quiet and a bit terrible.
"Huhh." Tianyang knelt on one knee on the ground and gasped for difficulty. The sword just now was too hard for him. Although the power of the Seven Soul Sword Dao was powerful, it was still too forced for him now. And if he was not careful, he would not kill the enemy but hurt himself. In fact, he did not want to kill Lu Ting. After all, if he killed Lu Ting, he would definitely get involved in the Phantom Armor Sect. But except for the Seven Soul Sword Dao, he really had no way to break Lu Ting's protective phantom armor. Once the Seven Soul Sword Dao was activated, it would not be possible for him to control it.
"Brave, your elder brother is really tough, Lu Ting was killed by him with a sword." Long Yin came to his senses and looked at Xiaotian beside him.
"I'm in trouble now. If Lu Ting dies in the Fantasy Jia Sect, I will definitely not give up." Xiaotian looked distressed.
"Kill him and keep it for Senior Brother Lu Ting." Looking at Tianyang kneeling on one knee and gasping for difficulty, the disciple of the Fantasy Armor Sect rushed up angrily.
"Looking for death!" Looking at the disciples of the Fantasy Armor Sect who rushed up, a cold light flashed in Tianyang's eyes. The real name's sword soul left his body and turned into a humanitarian sword and slashed out. The disciples of the Fantasy Armor Sect who rushed to Tianyang held on to the old man, and their big heads flew into the sky.
"Bang!" After exhausting all soul power, Tianyang could no longer hold on and fell backwards.
"Brother!" Xiaotian finally reacted, rushed to the ring angrily, and hugged the fallen Tianyang.
"Now, the situation is even more in sight." Looking at the headless corpses lying in front of Tianyang, the dragon roar, the tiger roar, and the successor of the wild bear looked at each other. They began to worry about Tianyang. These people are the most outstanding disciples of the Fantasy Jia Sect in the present. Now they are all destroyed in Tianyang. It would be strange if the Fantasy Jia Sect is willing to give up. Thinking about such a genius, it would be a pity if he died here.
"Lan Xiaotian, you'd better let him go. Otherwise, you should be very clear about the consequences." Some disciples of the sect who were familiar with the Fantasy Ancestor came forward to stop Lan Xiaotian. Now that the situation is so serious, they can't stand by.
"Get out of here, who dares to stop me and die." Lan Xiaotian stared at these people coldly, and his strong murderous intent was exposed from his eyes.
"Lan Xiaotian, we are polite to you because you are a disciple of the Yutian Sword Sect. Don't be so shameless. Are we still afraid that you will threaten?" These disciples of the cultivator who have always been proud said with a very ugly expression.
"The will of heaven is like a sword, kill!" A little sword light shot out in Lan Xiaotian's eyes, and the hidden disciple who was blocking him was directly pierced by the sword light and his body fell in front of him.
"Who else wants to stop me?" Lan Xiaotian stared at the remaining people, but the evil aura on his body became heavier and heavier.