The matchmaker, who had already been shocked, suddenly burst out with her hair and her beautiful hair was flying.
Her body was sucked forward unconsciously, and her dress seemed to be about to be torn apart, and she was about to be pulled into the battle.
"Qingfeng·Tianjie!"
The Eight Masters An didn't care about the rear of the battlefield at all.
After a shout, the Shenting Yin was completely in turmoil.
Whether it is the people in the Original Ghost Buddha Realm behind him or the generals in Fengdu in front of him, they are like rootless duckweed being swept up by the wind and are thrust into the sky.
But when the strong wind blew, it suddenly tore through the space. Before it was formed, it took all the broken blades and pieces of meat scattered in various places.
Then, nine tornadoes of world-destroying winds soaring into the sky rose up like this, roaring towards the direction of the death judge.
"No!"
Wailing sounded everywhere.
This time, the first thing to panic was the cultivators in the ghost and Buddha world.
The tornado, which is like a natural disaster, can be enough to tear apart more than one city and one world by the naked eye.
If you really want to be pulled into it, what's wrong?
I'm afraid I'm not dead!
Fortunately, the sword that Eight Zun An was not targeting the people behind him, but was just the remnant force of the power of the Heavenly Discipline.
Gou Wuyue stood there, her clothes cracked.
Looking at the uncontrolled ancient sword cultivators and spirit refiners who were pulled away by the World Destruction Tornado, he frowned and raised his arm.
"Qinghe Sword Realm."
The void cracks turned into tens of thousands of small swords in space.
The thousands of swords flow, outlining the blue torrent, blocking the front, forming a barrier, as if to block the battlefield.
But the power of the Destroying Tornado is too great.
Even the tens of thousands of Mo Jianshe summoned like this were twisted and destroyed in a moment, and were about to be pulled into the storm.
If Wuyue’s five fingers condense, they will follow the trend and change their moves.
"Change!"
The shattered barrier of the Qinghe Sword Realm turned into tens of thousands of blue streams of light.
Before entering the tornado of the world, a huge blue Mo sword condensed.
"cut!"
Do not want to act recklessly, and follow the trend.
Across the underworld, there is a huge sword of a city. It cuts the north and south with one sword, splits the Taoist law, and briefly opens up a safe area behind it.
In the original ghost Buddha realm, the semi-saint dared not hide anymore. At the same time, they worked hard to unfold the holy land and pieced together to barely protect this safe area of self-exile.
This is why the ancient sword cultivators and spirit refiners who were pulled away by the World Destroyer were returned to the ground safely.
The matchmaker's face was palpitations after the disaster.
Looking at the nine green wind tornados that were still moving forward, the golden apricots in her hand could not stop trembling, and the sound could not be suppressed:
"Qingfeng Tianjie is more than twice as powerful as Crazy Diao Tianjie!"
...
More than "more than twice"?
The blue tornado was formed out of thin air, and the Shenting Guard was ripped into the sky, breaking through nine large holes.
This perfect divine court has become indestructible without the presence of the Lord of the divine court, and there are signs of being compromised.
And if someone takes a closer look.
The power of this tornado is not only the power of the famous sword Tianjie.
Each gust of wind also contains the thought of the thunder sword, and it is accompanied by the bonus of the "name" of the sword sea and ten thousand swords.
When the nine winds are generated, the location selection is even more particular.
The eight strong men were cut open and sealed into the eight tornadoes, unable to break through or escape.
Recite, name, thunder, interpretation.
The underworld will eventually be unheard of, and four strange forces that have never been seen are mixed together, and the eight strong men with no wisdom are trapped...
How to break it?
It can't be broken at all!
"Uhhhhh--"
As the screams were heard, the eight strong men were thrown around in the tornado of the World, and cut them down.
Black gas gushed out from the wound, and strong men were like fish on the chopping board, and were slaughtered by the storm.
In just a few breaths, the burly body that was filled with the power of the God of Death was hundreds of feet wide, and it was cut back to its original form and cut into pieces.
Completely turned into powder.
"Six breaths!"
Behind the back, the matchmaker screamed in surprise.
After the appearance of the World-Destroying Tornado, the eight strong men only sustained six breaths and died on the spot.
The familiar black air mass exploded and failed to fall to the ground immediately, and was also swept into the turbulent wind tornado.
The cyan tornado turned into a black storm.
After tearing down the eight strong men, the castration was not reduced at all, and it was even more difficult, and it was still advancing towards the direction where the judge was urging him to kill him!
"Protect the car—"
The fat-headed and big-eared monster screamed with a sharp throat.
The Lord of the Nine Palaces was originally planning to capture the king first, and when the tornado of the Destroyer rushed towards the ruling judge, he also rushed towards the Eight Lords.
The Eight Masters smiled and seemed to have already decided everything.
As expected, the urging judge fell behind, and the Lord of the Nine Palace had to turn back halfway and plundered to the urging judge again.
This turn of return, I accumulated energy and momentum in the early stage, and I did all useless efforts.
But what else can I do?
The Eight Masters have not been damaged yet.
The kings on their side are not only going to be captured, but also to be killed on the spot!
"Form a formation!"
The black and white evil spirits shouted.
The two crossed the hook and sickle, and the power of the god of death surged around the body, as if it had entered a certain array eye of the Shenting Guard, and its body turned into a green light and disappeared.
Under the heavy coffin, a huge and magnificent complex formation map covering thousands of miles was unfolded with the death judge as the center.
Below the high-altitude battlefield, the original ten cities are in the center of each of the ten cities, the residence of the ten palaces of the Lord of the Hell, and the magnificent ten ghost halls, must be summoned to fly.
The ten palaces expanded at a high altitude, and also released the powerful power of the god of death, and placed them in the eyes of the ten formations of the spiritual ancestor formation.
The Lord of the Nine Palaces of Yan was in the throne at the same time.
They each controlled the bone dragon and returned to the top of the ghost hall where they were originally located, stood with their troops, and blessed the formation.
But……
"One missing!"
Even the spiritual refiners who were encircling the land in the banished area of the Holy Land in the rear saw that the formation was flawed.
There are ten Lords of the Ten Palaces of Hell.
Just one meeting was just now, and the eight masters gave each other a second.
This spirit-moving formation doesn’t sound like a defensive formation, but now it’s even less of a formation eye. Isn’t this the biggest flaw?
A ghost formation that captures souls and captures spirits...
Eight Zun An is not proficient in the Nine Swords. In order to save some face for Wen Ting, he also worked hard to lose a lot of homework.
But this is compared to other sword skills you have mastered, and it is a comparison with yourself.
Generally speaking, in the ancient swordsmanship, he certainly mastered the essential "sword formation" and "several injuries" of the Nine Sword Technique.
Naturally, you can see at a glance that the "spirit-moving ancestor formation" based on the Ten Palaces of the Yin Cao is not a defensive formation.
It is more inclined to control and attack.
But I can feel relieved when I think about it. After all, among the Shenting Yin Cao, the Shenting Yin Cao is the biggest defense. Why do the generals of the Yin Cao need to practice defensive formations in normal times?
Instead of the defensive formation that reaches the level of the ancestral god, and without a shortage of eyes...
Can this array block the four forces symbiosis after Qingfeng Tianjie?
"boom!"
The spirit-moving ancestor formation is formed.
Nine world-destroying winds, they were unceremonious and collided head-on.
For a moment, the underworld was overturned, and even the people in the exile area of the Holy Land in the rear were swept away by invisible forces.
The death judge who was standing on the coffin was even more fat and flew backwards on the spot, almost unable to hold the bloody pen in his hand.
"puff!"
Just the force of a collision, the Lord of the Nine Palaces had all his armor and tortoise patterns, and spitted out soul blood, but their faces were not surprised but happy.
Can be taken!
This breeze is clear, they can catch it!
At this moment, the white-clothed monster in human skin in front of him no longer dared to treat it as a mortal.
With what he showed...
At least, this must be a combat power of a ancestral god with a residual mind level.
The Holy Emperor was defeated by him and died under his sword. It was not a shame. As long as he could hold on, as long as the Lord of Fengdu ordered his help to come, the situation would be no longer without room for improvement.
The two evil spirits of black and white saw this even more. As soon as the holy thoughts meet, they came up with the Spirit Moving Ancestor Array, which can withstand the time when the world-destroying tornado half of the fragrance.
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"Judge, issue an order quickly and ask the Lord for help!"
After saying this, the black and white evil spirits gritted their teeth and pulled out of the rules of the Shenting Yin Cao.
Then he transformed into a physical body and fell into the ghost hall where the Lord of Hammer Palace should have been in charge.
This is the weakness of the formation.
Once the eight masters have their power shifted and they can break the surface with a point, the spirit ancestor formation may not even last for a stick of incense.
Nine world-destroying tornadoes storm in front of the formation, like nine huge millstones, cutting down the spiritual light of the ancestral formation bit by bit.
Spots sputter, stars dotted.
"The stalemate is over..."
The picture of the preaching of the palm and apricots was distorted, and each family was moved by the disaster scene in the underworld.
But is that all we can do?
Soon, someone hit the nail on the head and pointed out the key to the problem:
"The famous sword Tianjie, isn't it the harmony between man and nature? Why is the Qingfeng Tianjie? The eight masters are still present?"
"Crazy Eagle Sword Tianjie, he isn't... No, Crazy Eagle Tianjie, the Eight Masters An Si have never disappeared?"
"In other words, he has never completely solved these famous swords. He just liberated the power that Meng Chen had hidden himself."
"That is, he can still move?"
"Duo Jian Tianjie?"
The white clothes stood on the void, and the nine swords behind him were ready to move, and the stunning evil spirit with the most murderous intention was the most restless.
Not only did the observers of the five domains realize this, but the generals of the underworld seemed to have seen some tricks, and their pupils reflected fear.
Fear, the germination of failure.
When the eight masters saw their shadows projecting out of their hearts through the eyes of the underworld, they knew that the farce was over.
Just like in the eight palaces at that time, even if the gods and Buddhas were reflected in the eyes of Wuyue, they would no longer be able to turn the sky, let alone these people who had a lot of power and didn’t know how to use the waste materials they were referring to?
Nine world-destroying storms are still grinding wildly.
In the Lingzu Formation, the Lord Yan above the Ten Halls, the Black and White Evils, the Death Judge of the Ten Halls, and the Grandma Meng, the Grandma Milk, had no way out.
Eight Zun An looked ahead and smiled softly:
"Draw the ground into a prison."
After the voice, his eyes suddenly became cold, and the corners of his lips squirmed lightly, Jian Nian flowed into the sword wheel nine swords behind him from the Immortal Sword Body.
"Flying rainbow and ox moon, purse trees reflect autumn...go!"
And point a little forward.
There is no need for the Ming Jian Tianjie.
This time, the eight masters are only the basic state fusion in the "Sword Viewing Classic".
Nine streams of lights are like nine long rainbows, sweeping out from behind and cutting through the sky, as the world sees the changes in the ancestral formation.
Under the high sky, under the moonlight, there was a moment when the virtual and the reality transformed, and the spirits of the generals of Fengdu were reflected, and the boiling fluctuations of consciousness were presented nakedly.
With the power of the Holy Emperor, the generals of Fengdu could naturally notice something was wrong. They were about to resist, but the power of time was added. In a short moment, everyone saw the last moment of their life when they were old and their power was passing away.
This is indeed the last moment of life.
Nine long rainbows break the moonlight, and the second world collapses.
The last picture presented by the magic sword technique is the golden sycamore leaves, lonely withering in the bleak autumn rain.
The lonely sycamore tree looks at the rain in the sky, and the autumn leaves in Xiaoxiang are dead in the wind.
The moment the Spirit-moving Ancestor Array was reversed, the nine swords pierced through the nine masters of Yan, and the dot holes shattered their consciousness.
During the extreme weakness of each person's fear and inner fragility, which was endlessly amplified in the second world, the sword broke through the body and life immediately abolished.
Nine rainbows flew away, and then beheaded the black and white evil spirits that were looking back at each other, and they were simply and neatly.
When the sword returns to the sword wheel and the ancestral formation is restored, the ancestral formation is no longer broken.
The nine world-destroying tornado swept through the nine masters of Yan. After the death of the two evil spirits, the black and white evil spirits exploded, and the power of the pure death god in the sky was blown away.
The death judge who was unable to fly was drowned out, Meng Po Milk.
"No--"
Amid the howlings, the generals of Fengdu completely disappeared.
The twenty holy emperors who came and went in a hurry all the way, and they didn't even touch the corners of the eight sages.
If it weren't for the saint emperor who reached the high level of power, it would indeed bring indelible pressure at the level of single "rude force".
It is like a child holding a long sword, which is lethal and a joke!
"No, no?"
"The mantis arm is used to hit the car, and the worms are shaking the tree... I understand what these words are describing. At first, I even felt that the Eighth Sword Immortal... The Eighth Sword Immortal is so terrifying!"
"But they are the Holy Emperors. From beginning to end, they have not even used any ability. They have not used two spiritual skills, so they are all dead?"
"Crush! This is not on the same level!"
"Illusion sword technique, Nine sword technique, Heart sword technique, No sword technique, Mo sword technique, Idea, Ghost path, Space path, Time path... The last sword of the Eighth Sword Immortal... Heaven! What kind of sword is this? How did I learn this?"
The eight masters of Anxiong killed the emperor with their hands, and returned to their sword wheels and nine swords, but they were still reluctant to leave and were completely unable to enjoy themselves.
The five realms caused an uproar. I thought it was at least a fierce battle, but I never thought it would end so early, and it was a one-sided feast of slaughter.
This is really a mixture of emotions.
But outsiders will always be the ones who make the waves.
In the eyes of Bazun An, these are just obstacles and insignificant.
If you have a lot of reckless power and don’t know how to fight, it’s the power of the Holy Emperor, so what about the power of the Ancestral God?
He has seen many geniuses.
Ye Xiaotian of Tiansang Ling Palace is also a genius. The way of space is so powerful. He was cut off his arm in one encounter in the past, and he didn't even need to come out without a sword.
For real fighters, combat power requires combat awareness, which is the top priority.
The importance of the generals in the underworld is not even as important as the nine world-destroying tornadoes in front of you at this moment, and the pure power of the god of death rolled up.
"Brother Hua, it's your turn to play..."
The eight masters murmured lightly.
By doing this, he will be benevolent and righteous.
Next, if the Hua Changlantern is enough, I will try it myself. If I can see the sword, I will try it after he has achieved enlightenment. It depends on the true chapters of each other's skills.
"boom!"
The World-Destroying Tornado hit the gate of Fengdu, which was originally hooked by the black and white evil spirits, and crashed straight into it.
The stones sink to the sea.
No echo was produced.
The storm that swept through endless pure power of death, after being sent into Fengdu Gate, only three rays of breezes came back.
"call out."
The spiritual sword Qingfeng was retracted and returned to the sheath.
The chains of Taoism surged out around the eight masters and were trapped back into their bodies.
There was not much abnormality, but it was just that it was almost impossible to contain all the raging forces in its body and wanted to release them.
He waited quietly.
He waited for three breaths, but there was still no response in the gate of Fengdu, and he could only laugh out loud.
Raise your head.
Use your eyes to measure the huge temple of the divine court...