As time went by, the pressure from Su Li became stronger and stronger, becoming so majestic that no one among the hundreds of people could stand safely under the aura he created.
Everyone in the Baili family felt that the sky was about to fall, and it became very difficult to breathe.
My hair stood on end, my scalp was numb, I was shaking with chills, all the senses expressing fear and despair were at play at this moment.
The whole place fell into dead silence, and only the roar of the strong wind hitting the forest could be heard.
The strong spiritual power was injected into it, the fetters swayed, and the sword spirit contained in the Shangyang Spirit Sword let out a burst of joyful cheers.
Cold stars shot out from both eyes, and the Shangyang Spirit Sword in his hand was raised, the tip of the sword shot straight into the sky, and suddenly, a deafening roar came from the sky.
The sky elements were spinning crazily in the sky, like metal meeting a magnet, and they were gathering towards Su Li who was holding the Shangyang Spirit Sword.
Except for Su Li, everyone felt clearly that the sky seemed to have been sucked dry, and even the air was a little thinner.
The vortex of air flow rolled up directly above the Shangyang Spirit Sword, and at the same time, the sword's intention was generated from the sword body.
The elements in the air began to gradually condense and turned into white smoke, starting the process from invisible to tangible.
The sword energy spread in all directions, and the elements merged. In the blink of an eye, the white smoke condensed into the shape of a sword, and countless sharp blades appeared out of thin air, shining with bright white light in mid-air.
This is the ultimate essence of Emperor Sword One, turning ten thousand swords into one!
The sword energy was like an overwhelming force, attacking from the sky, countless sword-shaped figures.
It floats in the air like a dragon and snake, its sword blades are flying all over the sky, its posture is elusive and hard to find.
Then, hundreds of pairs of eyes turned away from Su Li's body and looked at the thousands of extremely sharp sword blades in the sky. Fear grew and the hairs on the hair stood up.
All I saw was that the swords were as dense as a net, and streaks of white cold light were whizzing by like lightning.
Occasionally, the sharp blades collided together, and the sparks of metal collision bloomed in the dark night.
Everything going on in the sky is a spectacle!
Su Li stood in the center of the sword net, like a lion descending from the clouds, quietly admiring the changes in the expressions of everyone in the Baili family.
"Emperor, sword, one!"
Cold light circulated in his pupils, Su Li looked around and spoke loudly.
The Shangyang Spirit Sword swung down suddenly from top to bottom!
As the Shangyang Spirit Sword was swung, the sharp blades floating in the air seemed to have received orders.
The Yang Ling Sword was swung at the same angle and amplitude as above, and they were all struck downwards.
Countless sharp blades turned into a violent storm, flying and exploiting everywhere. For a time, the entire Baili Mountain Range was silent in a rain of swords.
The sharp blade with strong coercion fell aimlessly into the ground, and the sword rain poured down, as if it would never stop, rolling down.
At the foot of Baili Mountain, there were screams and wails one after another, one after another.
The sharp blade shuttled randomly among the dense crowd. Due to the ethereal flying posture of the blade, even the most agile people were unable to avoid it and were hit repeatedly.
Not only that, even the corpses that had collapsed on the ground with no life breath were repeatedly whipped by the falling sword blades!
For a time, the black soil was soaked with blood and dyed red, and the strong smell of blood hit his face with a stench.
Until the last sharp blade was swung down.
The sword net in the sky is no longer there, and the world has returned to tranquility.
Corpses littered the fields and rivers of blood flowed!
In the encirclement, the death scenes were brutal, with cold corpses standing close together, without even a basic place to stay.
Baili Mountain, which was once lush and lush, has become a place of death.
Looking around, only Su Li was left standing in the distance holding a sword. More than 300 cultivators were unknowingly killed by Su Li's sword and died suddenly on the spot!
Vaguely, a faint sound of weak breathing came from under a mountain of corpses.
Su Li moved his ears and looked up, only to see Bu Jingyue crawling out of the mountain of corpses with his head covered in blood.
In panic, the ruthless Bu Jingyue immediately grabbed the crowd to help him resist the sharp blade, and finally piled up a mountain of corpses.
The two-meter-long majestic body was hidden directly underneath, and it was only possible to survive and survive.
Bu Jingyue crawled out from the pile of corpses. His face was already covered in mottled blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or someone else's.
As soon as Bu Jingyue raised his eyes, he met Su Li's cold gaze.
The tall and broad body stretched forward, kneeling straight to the ground in a reptilian posture.
His back could not help but tremble, he looked at Su Li with pleading eyes and whispered.
"Su...Su Susu, Su Li."
"Your Majesty has a lot of it, please let me go."
While talking, Bu Jingyue raised his hand and slapped himself in the face with all his strength.
"It's all my fault that I was obsessed with the thieves from the Baili family. I really look down on others. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry for you."
"You know, I am the young master from the orthodox Kunlun sect. With my status, as long as you spare my life, I will definitely repay you well in the future!"
"I've been a cow and a horse for you, and I've been responsible for you. Please, please let me go, okay?"
Bu Jingyue lowered her eyebrows, her dark eyes flashing with tears.
"oh?"
"If you ask the eldest young master of the Kunlun sect to make me a cow or a horse, isn't that just eating the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard?"
Su Li raised his eyebrows, looked at Bu Jingyue who was kneeling on the ground, and sneered.
Hearing Su Li's disdainful words, Bu Jingyue immediately changed his face and prayed that his expression would disappear quietly. He frowned coldly, looked up at Su Li, and said sternly.
"As long as you know, no matter what I am now, I will still be the young master of the Kunlun Sect."
"The status of the Kunlun Sect in the world of cultivation far exceeds that of Baili Mountain. Let me tell you, if I really die again today, then thousands of my Kunlun disciples will definitely avenge me."
"So what if you are super powerful? The Kunlun Sect is definitely something that a little guy like you can't afford to offend. If you kill me, no matter where you escape, they will hunt you down to the end of the world."
"Su Li, only those who understand current affairs are heroes. If you let me go, Kunlun Mountain will let you go."
Seeing Bu Jingyue's stern look, a cold gaze pierced towards him, Su Li raised the corner of his mouth and said lightly.
"It's really faster to fall out than to flip through a book."
"But... now your life is in my hands like an ant, and you have no right to bargain with me."
After saying that, Su Li put away the Shangyang Spirit Sword in his hand and continued.
"To me, whether it's the Long family, the Baili family, or your Kunlun sect, they are just like ants in the grass and trees, no different."
"You deserve to die, you have to die."
The extremely cold breath hit her face. Bu Jingyue raised her arms, fluttered her feet, and struggled to retreat backwards.
In despair, he looked at Su Li with scarlet eyes.
Su Li's face was expressionless, and his cold sword finger suddenly swung out.
An extremely majestic white light emitted from the sword finger, directly piercing Bu Jingyue's eyebrows.
A huge blood hole suddenly appeared, and brains and blood flowed all over the floor.