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Chapter 233 Borrowing a Sword 8!

Chapter 233 Borrowing Eight Thousand Swords!

As soon as Su Han finished speaking, the entire world seemed to have pressed the mute button.

After a brief silence, a strange and powerful spiritual power wave, with him as the center, spread out in all directions like water waves.

This spiritual power fluctuation is invisible and colorless, but it seems to carry a mysterious magic that quietly penetrates into every inch of the air.

Everyone in the field was stunned at first, and then they noticed something strange.

The Qingyun Sect disciples all lowered their heads to look at the swords hanging at their waists. The swords, which had been quiet and well-behaved, now began to tremble slightly, as if they had a consciousness of their own.

A young disciple subconsciously reached out to grasp the hilt of the sword, trying to suppress the inexplicable tremor.

His face was full of confusion and bewilderment, and he muttered, "What's going on? My sword is acting so abnormally today."

The spare swords displayed on the side were not spared either, and also made a slight buzzing sound, as if they had heard some mysterious call.

At first, the tremor was very subtle, almost imperceptible if you didn't listen carefully.

But in the blink of an eye, the sound suddenly became louder, as if a huge rock was suddenly thrown into a calm lake.

boom--!
In an instant, the entire Tongtian Peak was filled with the clear and exciting sounds of swords.

Sometimes this sound is like thousands of horses galloping, their hooves crushing mountains and rivers, with great momentum; sometimes it is like the sound of huge bells and large drums ringing together, shaking people's minds and exciting.

Everyone's eyes widened in shock and they quickly looked around, trying to find the source of the sound.

At this moment, streams of light came whistling from all directions. They were flying swords.

Some flying swords broke free from the disciples' tightly grasped hands and flew out from their masters, bringing with them a trail of light and shadow;
Some of them shot out from the depths of each sword pavilion, like imprisoned birds returning to the sky.

Hundreds of flying swords gathered into a torrent of steel, carrying with them the sound of a sharp wind, and rushed towards the arena.

For a moment, everyone looked up at the sky, their faces filled with shock, their mouths opened wide enough to fit eggs, and their hearts were filled with disbelief.

"This, this, this... what is going on?!"

The people in Fenxiang Valley were even more stunned. They stood there in a daze, unable to recover for a long time, their hearts filled with suspicion and confusion about the scene before them.

Even Lu Shun and Shangguan Ce had frowns on their faces, and their fear of Su Han increased even more.

I wondered to myself, what kind of magical power did this Su Han display?
And on the Qingyun Sect's side.

The eyes of the young disciples were filled with enthusiasm and longing. They had never seen such a miraculous scene before, and their faces turned red with excitement.

Although the older disciples were more calm, they also looked shocked at this moment. When they looked at each other, they saw deep amazement in each other's eyes.

"Brother Su Han, can you call yourself a swordsman with this skill?"

Taoist Master Daoxuan stroked his beard and smiled, nodded frequently, and secretly felt that Su Han's skill in controlling the flying sword was extraordinary and far beyond his peers.

Zeng Shuchang clapped his hands and laughed heartily, not hiding his joy and surprise, and he did not forget to tease his fellow disciples beside him.

"Our Qingyun Sect really stole the show this time!"

And on the stage.

"I can borrow these eight thousand swords to slash your master's Eight Desolate Mysterious Fire Formation, and it won't be considered an insult to his reputation!"

Su Han's clothes fluttered, his expression was pale but focused.

At this moment, he is like the monarch of swords, commanding all the swords in the world.

Flying swords circled above his head, blocking out the sun, and the sunlight was cut into tiny pieces of light and shadow that fell down.

"go with!"

The words fell.

Su Han suddenly raised his hand and pointed towards the Eight Desolate Mysterious Fire Formation.

Om-!
In an instant, eight thousand flying swords whistled in unison and swooped down towards the blazing black fire formation.

The flying sword pierced into the black fire array, and the blazing flames instantly surged wildly.

Like an enraged beast, it tried to devour these outsiders.

But there were too many flying swords, one after another, endlessly.

Li Xun stood in the formation, his face turned pale instantly. He could truly feel the terrifying power contained in this wave of sword rain.

At this moment, he did not dare to slack off at all, and tried his best to inject his own spiritual power into the formation, trying to strengthen the Eight Desolate Mysterious Fire Formation.

"Hold on!" He quickly formed seals with his hands, muttering something, veins bulged on his forehead, and beads of sweat poured down like rain. His originally handsome and dashing figure now looked disheveled.

However, the impact force of the eight thousand flying swords was too strong. Each sword carried Su Han's spiritual power and will, and slammed heavily into the magic circle.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound, as if solid ice was breaking, and a few tiny cracks began to appear in the Eight Desolate Mysterious Fire Formation.

Then the cracks spread rapidly, covering the entire magic circle like a spider web. The raging black fire in the formation seemed to have its backbone pulled out, and it suddenly wilted, and the fire weakened sharply.

Li Xun's eyes widened, filled with fear and despair.

He output spiritual power frantically, but it was of no avail.

"No! Impossible!"

Li Xun roared, and his voice changed in pitch.

Click, click...

At this moment, countless sounds like mirrors shattering were heard. That was the sound of the Eight Desolate Mysterious Fire Array collapsing.

"cut!"

As Su Han pointed again, the last wave of flying swords rushed over.

The Eight Desolate Mysterious Fire Formation finally collapsed under the attack of countless flying swords.

The remaining black fire exploded in all directions, turning into sparks that dissipated in the air.

Li Xun, who lost the protection of the magic circle, faced Su Han's devastating sword. He hastily summoned his magic shield, but the moment the flying sword touched it, the shield shattered like paper.

The flying sword stabbed straight towards Li Xun. He had no way to avoid it and could only close his eyes and wait for death.

At this critical moment, a black shadow rushed over, it was Shangguan Ce.

He shouted loudly and threw out his famous magic weapon, the Nine Cold Ice Spikes.

In an instant, billowing white mist gushed out, carrying with it a powerful suction force that sucked some of the flying swords into it.

Taking advantage of this brief gap, Shangguan Ce dragged Li Xun with him and retreated violently, escaping far away from the arena.

But even so.

Li Xun was still affected by the residual force of the flying sword. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell into a coma due to serious injuries.

Shangguan Ce held the seriously injured Li Xun in his arms, his face so gloomy that water seemed to drip out of it.

The look he gave Su Han was full of fear and hatred, but also mixed with a bit of helplessness.

In today's competition, Fenxiang Valley was sure to win, but Su Han intervened and ended up in such an embarrassing situation. How could they swallow this humiliation?

But at this moment, he knew very well that this was not the time to turn hostile, so he could only suppress his anger.

"Won!"

"Junior Brother Su Han is awesome!"

"..."

On the Qingyun Sect's side, cheers broke out and the disciples jumped up excitedly.

Taoist Master Daoxuan said loudly: "In this competition, Su Han from Qingyun Sect defeated Li Xun from Fenxiang Valley and won!"

The sound echoed in Tongtian Peak for a long time.

Su Ru ran to her senior sister, took her hand and laughed.

Tian Buyi grinned widely, also laughing particularly happily.

Zeng Shuchang seemed to still be savoring the stunning sword strike, smacking his lips in admiration.

"I haven't seen you for a while. Xiaohan has become even stronger!"

"Cough cough..."