The sound of the sword became more and more intensive, and everyone looked up, feeling the surging immortal power.
Under the attention of everyone, the majestic and dreamy formation stretched out a divine sword.
Its whole body is white, and its blade is transparent and fluffy. Just one glance at it makes people feel dizzy, as if inexplicable information is squeezed in.
The divine sword slowly came out, revealing the hilt of the phoenix tail and the ethereal figure standing on the hilt.
His white clothes are as graceful as those of an immortal, his long hair is fluttering in the wind, his sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes are full of pride.
The eyes of the immortals widened, but they could not sense any cultivation from this person. He was just like ordinary people.
But the more this happens, the more terrifying this person is.
The next moment, the sword god in white looked at Fang Ping.
The latter completed the last step of guidance and held up the Seven Stars Dragon Abyss, with the patterns of swimming dragons and stars shining brightly.
"Shushan Divine Sword Technique!"
"Zheng——"
The energy surged, the sword energy hell finally dissipated, and all the immortals regained their ability to move.
They immediately returned to their bodies and raised their hands to display magic, but they saw the figure in white suddenly flashing in front of Fang Ping, overlapping with him.
Immortal Lord Pengyun frowned and said suspiciously:
"That's not the entity...what exactly is he trying to do."
"Anyway, it won't be beneficial to the upper world. Just kill them together!"
Several immortals rose from the sky and took out their respective Taoist treasures. Their immortal energy buzzed, trying to suppress Fang Ping and the man in white.
Immortal Lord Leyong from a distance also rushed back. He was holding a strange-shaped ring, and the immortal energy was constantly flowing, accumulating and circling in the ring.
"Peng Yun...look..."
He stretched out his right hand, and the originally dim-colored fracture suddenly grew into a baby-like hand, and the growth has not stopped.
"What a terrifying vitality..." Immortal Lord Pengyun looked at the large formation in the sky, with longing in his eyes, "The aura of light escaping has this effect. If it goes in..."
Before he finished speaking, another black-robed immortal flew over with a spiritual sword in his hand and said with a serious expression:
"After you kill them, you can do whatever you want...don't waste time."
At the same time, Fang Ping and the Sword God's eagle gradually merged, almost becoming one body.
Immortal Leyong's pupils shrank and he glanced at the magic weapon in his hand:
"I must kill him with my own hands, please help me!"
Now that there is no Sword Qi Hell, everyone can move freely. With the blessing of magic weapons, how can ordinary people resist the attacks of various magical powers?
Even if he finds helpers from other worlds, the nature of the mortal body will not change.
A good knife needs a good sheath.
Immortal Lord Pengyun nodded, knowing that he needed to build up momentum, so he agreed:
"Can."
The immortal stood up, and the sword god on the other side spoke:
"Before I came here, I thought it was strange how Shushan disciples could be in this small world. It turns out that the order is out of place."
Fang Ping smiled slightly:
"Please, Senior Sword God."
"This world is too far away. You won't find any big opportunities here. Take the time to go back to the mainland."
Obviously, the Sword God knew that Fang Ping's soul did not belong here. The mistake that caused this was called "dislocation of order" and was caused by the mistake in placing the soul according to the rules.
The bodies of the Sword God and Fang Ping almost overlapped, and the black clothes and white robes merged into a cloud-black robe surrounded by clouds and mist.
Long Yuan merged with the Divine Sword, and the sword body doubled in length, exuding an extraordinary aura.
Even Fang Ping's appearance has changed, half like a sword god, and half still the same.
"Fang Ping" moved his mouth slightly, but his voice remained unchanged, but his tone was different, indifferent and calm:
"You are still mortal. I can only use three swords. You can choose three things to erase them."
Fang Ping opening:
"The immortal holding the aperture, the Pojun Immortal Palace in the distance, and the Tianmen behind him."
"Oh, they are called Immortals? But selfish people who draw the fortune of many worlds are called Demon Cult in Kyushu, and everyone will punish them."
‘Fang Ping’’s tone revealed a little disgust:
"It's begun, just stay tuned."
While Fang Ping was communicating with the Sword God, more than twenty immortals took action together. Some summoned the stars in the sky, and some wielded the Divine Sword of the Upper Realm to slash out the Karma Sword.
Either summoning strange beasts from the upper world, or unfolding the treasures of heaven, in order to suppress the enemy...
Facing the attack right in front of him, 'Fang Ping' only swung his sword lightly.
A thin ray of sword light was like ripples in the water, coming crookedly, and exploded the next moment. Unimaginable sword energy exploded, swallowing up all attacks.
The burning star was extinguished and hung high in the sky like a dead star.
The inevitable cause and effect was shattered with one sword, and the stronger force of cause and effect subverted the former cause and effect.
The demonic beast that was placed in the mortal world to cause trouble was beheaded, and its blood evaporated before it even hit the ground.
The treasure that can bring real things into the small world is torn apart by sword energy...
With just one sword strike, all attacks from the immortals were easily neutralized.
One sword can break through all kinds of magic and kill the immortals in heaven and earth.
"It's going to be bad! Go and invite the seven immortals!" Pengyun coughed up blood violently, and the backlash of the broken spell made him miserable.
The other immortals were all injured, but none of them dared to fight back... It was just because that sword made them understand what the gap was and what they could not look at directly.
What's more, if you just wave your hand casually, what will happen if you use the sword seriously?
They dare not imagine it.
"Disperse first! Don't mess around, wait for the Immortal..."
Before the former finished speaking, seven auras that shook the world came rushing towards them. Four men and three women all looked proud, and there seemed to be time flowing in their eyes.
They come from different directions. They are the masters of the seven immortal palaces and the seven most powerful immortals in the upper world.
A hole was forcibly opened in the upper world, and an unknown existence descended. Naturally, they knew that such a big thing had happened.
Immortal Lord Pengyun was overjoyed and was about to speak, but found that there was a force exerted on him, silencing him and unable to even open his mouth.
This aura of power is very familiar, it is none other than Immortal Pojun.
Just as he was wondering why the Immortal Master did not allow him to speak, the seven Immortal Masters spoke at the same time, their tone full of respect:
"This fellow Taoist, please temporarily accept your magical powers."
"The visitor is a guest, please be kind to us."
All the immortals looked shocked. It was the first time they saw the immortals lowering their posture so low. Who is the man in white, and what world is above?
'Fang Ping' didn't reply, he raised his divine sword and pointed it at Immortal Leyong and the Pojun Immortal Palace far behind him.
Then he stabbed hard.
A soft sound was heard, and Fang Ping's figure suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Immortal Leyong.
And that divine sword pierced the target's heart, depriving it of life.
"Ahem..."
Immortal Le Yong coughed up blood several times before he realized that he was going to die...
"It's impossible...I have the body of an immortal."
His eyes trembled, his face gradually turned ferocious, and he wanted to reach out and pull out the divine sword, but his arms exploded the moment the thought came to his mind.
"stop!!"
Pojun Immortal Lord shouted loudly and wanted to raise his hand to stop him, but suddenly he instinctively retracted his arm and ran away for dozens of miles.