Xianhong Road

Chapter 795
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When the golden formation flag fell, the entire Tianlan Immortal Formation flickered suddenly, most of it was dimmed, and countless flaws appeared in the restriction.

"Everyone... Attack Tianlan Immortal Formation!!!"

With Feng Qinghou's order, the army of nearly a million high-ranking monks in Zhendonghou's side all turned their attacks to the seven-color halo enchantment covering the sixth peak.

shhhhh--

The brilliant brilliance of the sky enveloped the entire Lingding Xianfeng. Under the attack of nearly a million monks, the "Tianlan Immortal Formation", which has been passed down for a long time, shook violently and dimmed, and it was about to shatter.

"It's over..."

The old fairy Bai Yu's figure flickered, his face turned pale, and there was a trace of despair and powerlessness in his eyes.

Even though he was able to suppress Zhendong Hou in a frontal battle, this was a grand battle of immortality in which millions of monks participated.

The real victory belongs to a huge whole, and belongs to thousands of monks, not the winning or losing of individual contests.

Unless... has the overwhelming strength to kill the enemy's leader.

However, Zhendonghou, who possesses the most precious dragon weapon and the blood of the Xianqin royal family, almost has the power to disdain Daqin, how difficult is it to kill him?
"It's a pity, but in the end it all fell short..."

Qin Huang, who was trapped by the eight-phase demon, had a cloudy complexion and was very unwilling, but he was also powerless.

He still misjudged the strength of Zhendong Hou's side in advance, a clone is not enough to reverse the overall situation, it just checks and balances Zhendong Hou's strong support.

"My Majesty the Qin Emperor, you lost this time..." The head of the Heavenly Demon Sect said with a lot of strength while performing a trick: "As long as the Tianlan Immortal Formation is broken, the strength of Zhendonghou and our Heavenly Demon Sect will be wiped out." Immortal Dao Sect, no need for three days!!"

Qin Huang's face was extremely embarrassing, and he said coldly and indifferently: "One day, the widow will destroy your Tianmomen, and there will be Zhendonghou!!"

"This east wins the mainland, those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose me will perish!!!"

Qin Huang's unwilling roar spread throughout the audience, making people shudder.

The head of the Tianmo sect looked disdainful on the surface, but he felt a little guilty in his heart. He knew the military power of Qin Huang best: if his deity who mastered the [Nine Dragon Seal] came in person, even if he joined forces with Zhendonghou and the five princes, he might not be an opponent. , and even with all the strong players on the field, it is an unknown.

"It seems that there is no way to recover."

Qianqiu Wuhen, who was fighting against the three princes with his own strength, also stopped fighting at this moment, and muttered to himself: "I have reached my limit to contain the three strong men of the gods, and I still don't have the ability to combine the three spirits." One' realm."

"However... there is another person, he may not have a chance."

Qianqiu Wuhen suddenly looked back at the ninth peak.

"Emperor Qianqiu, we admit that you are very powerful, and we admire you very much. But now... there is no hope, and it is useless to rely on anyone!!"

Marquis Jinpeng said with a slightly satisfied smile.

"Hey, are you looking at the kid from the eighth peak?" Another prince was slightly taken aback, and then sneered: "He is a strong man who is close to the realm of the gods, what can he do with this overwhelming advantage?" As?"

"Not necessarily."

Qianqiu Wuhen, the incarnation of Buddhism, has a peaceful expression, as if he just followed his intuition.

And at this moment, on the eighth peak.

Seeing the golden banner fall, Yang Fan's face was gloomy, and he grabbed Elder Mo's throat, and the blood-sucking dragon whip on his body snarled, wrapping him and the giant turtle's corpse together.

Elder Mo's limbs were numb, and his body's essence, energy, and blood were taken out in an instant.

In the mode of heaven and man, the blood-sucking dragon whip absorbs the power of the frightened blood, which has been amplified by an unknown amount.

"help me……"

Elder Mo made a feeble cry for help.

However, at the critical moment, Feng Qinghou and others ignored him a long time ago and commanded an army of millions to attack Tianlan Immortal Formation.

"You sinner!!!"

The Elder Three Swords gritted his teeth and carried a piece of sword light, stabbing him riddled with holes.

"Hahaha... Today is the day when the Immortal Dao Sect will be destroyed!!"

Zhendonghou's maniacal laughter spread across thousands of miles.

Whoosh whoosh bang bang——

Under the overwhelming brilliant light, the Tianlan Immortal Formation swayed violently and became dim, looking like it would shatter at any moment.

"It's over..."

The elders of Xiandaozong and countless disciples and deacons could hardly hide the despair, fear, and even grief on their faces.

"Brother, take the opportunity to escape and leave me alone."

Yang Huixin's pretty face was pale, and her beautiful eyes revealed deep helplessness and pain.

In this situation, she didn't care about her own life, and the first thing she thought of was to let Yang Fan run away.

Because of her deep feelings for Xiandaozong, she would never allow herself to run away.

"I won't let you succeed..."

Yang Fan's eyes flashed sharply, and even a little blood flashed. When everyone in the Immortal Dao Sect fell into despair, he slowly raised the broken sword.

"Big brother..."

Yang Hui was about to cry, her eyes were red, she took Yang Fan's arm and begged, "Don't work hard anymore.

"Don't worry, I'm still [-]% sure, turning defeat into victory!!!"

Holding the broken sword in his hand, Yang Fan said calmly.

At this moment, when countless monks were desperate and powerless, his figure appeared tall and straight, and he stood out from the crowd in the entire ninth peak.

[-]% sure?

When the nearby monks heard the words, their minds were lifted, and their eyes turned to him.

[-]%?

Turn defeat into victory?[-]% sure?
It's not because this opportunity is too small, but because it's too big, which makes people surprise and ecstasy.

In this situation at this moment, even if there is still a one-tenth chance, it will make people rekindle their fighting spirit.

"Yang Yaoshi..."

Fairy Sapphire's eyes were rosy, and she suddenly felt a breath of death from Yang Fan.

This is a kind of artistic conception of putting oneself in the desperate situation of death and breaking away from the shackles of life and death.

"Fifty percent sure?"

Standing high in the sky, the old fairy Bai Yu frowned, showing a hint of surprise in his eyes: "He... can he really do it?"

Not only is he paying attention to Yang Fan, but also Zhendonghou and Qianqiu Wuhen.

Qianqiu Wuhen is because he has a certain understanding of Yang Fan.

And Zhendong Hou heard from the old fairy Bai Yu in the battle just now that Yang Fan was the "noble man" who he calculated could save the catastrophe of the Immortal Dao Sect.

When Yang Fan slowly raised the Wushuang Broken Sword, Zhendong Hou's expression suddenly changed: "He seems not planning to live with the next sword strike."

"What a unique artistic conception..." Qianqiu Wuhen's heart trembled: "The sword intent covering his body has put himself in a desperate situation of death with no way out, and he has given up everything, even life. Once this sword is cut out, he will die undoubtedly!!"

Must die! !
The three princes who confronted him were all surprised.

"You mean, after he cuts out a sword, he will definitely die?!"

One of the princes was taken aback.

"This is the artistic conception of swordsmanship, but things must be reversed at the extreme, and in any desperate situation, there should be a glimmer of life, and this sword is also the same."

When Qianqiu Wuhen said this, there was also a trace of doubt in his eyes.

Apparently, the next strike, even as a Grand Master, he couldn't detect it immediately.

"Then what is the power of his next sword?"

Jin Penghou fought a cold war.

Experience told him that the more powerful the secret technique, the greater the price to pay.

And how strong is the secret technique that puts life aside.

"Power? I can't predict it, but it will definitely be... very strong!!"

Qianqiu Wuhen said in an incomparably dignified way.

The three princes couldn't help fighting a cold war.

And at this time, on the eighth peak.

The breath of death on Yang Fan's body spread slowly, and everywhere it touched, there was a dead silence.

A radius of one hundred miles...thousands of miles...five thousand miles...

"Brother..." Yang Huixin clasped her hands tightly, her eyes were red, her face was full of tears, she was ashamed and helpless.

When Yang Fan raised the Wushuang Broken Sword, the artistic conception directly penetrated into people's hearts.

Everyone can understand that he has poured life into that sword.

"Wushuang, we will be able to revisit that sword again, and it is even more unpredictable. The next thing is life or death."

Yang Fan took a deep breath and circulated his whole body.

The power of the green seed of life, the power of the soul root, the divine power of the radiant bud...

All power, including raising all vitality, is unreservedly poured into the Broken Sword.

"It seems that you haven't fully comprehended this sword." Wushuang's voice sounded: "Right now, we still have at least [-]% chance of survival. It's really too big, and there is still a long way to go before the real hopelessness."

"This sword, I am for my promise, and for my relatives."

"It's not enough, because you still have too many ways to retreat." Wushuang said coldly: "Wait a little longer!!"

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! !

Finally, under the bombardment of the sky full of brilliance, the Tianlan Immortal Formation burst apart.

"Surround the Immortal Dao Sect, kill them, and not leave a single one alive..."

Feng Qinghou issued orders again and again, and she paid more attention to the overall situation.

The Tianlan fairy formation is broken!Millions of troops are coming! !
Boom!Boom!
Yang's heart beat faster, and he felt that death was getting closer and closer to him, and the safety of his relatives was less and less guaranteed.

"It's not enough..." Wushuang's voice came: "When you faced Sanyou old devil back then, you already lost any escape route."

"Stop him quickly, what kind of secret technique is this person brewing!!!"

Feng Qinghou sent four great monks who turned into gods, and hundreds of monks who turned into gods, to kill Yang Fan.

The brilliance of spells shrouded the sky.

At this time, almost all of Yang Fan's power was poured into Broken Sword, without any means of defense, without any vitality! !
The only thing waiting for him is death! ! !
And at this moment, Yang Fan's energy and all vitality disappeared from his body.

At the moment when the body died, Yang Fan's deep eyes lit up inexplicably, and there was only a nothingness sword left, a broken sword! ! !
At the same moment, Wushuang Broken Sword exuded a supreme aura over all sword weapons.

buzz woo woo~~~~~
Suddenly, in the entire area, countless swords and magic weapons trembled, even those placed in space props were no exception.

clang clang clang...

Countless swords, out of the master's control, tilted towards the ninth peak amid trembling, as if they were worshiping.

"How is this going!!"

Almost all the monks on the field were taken aback. Their own swords flew out, stuck in the ground, and worshiped the Nine Peaks.

Wan Jian worships! !
All of a sudden, the magnificent battle of cultivating immortals came to an abrupt end.

Everyone, involuntarily, looked in the direction of Wan Jian's worship.

"The first... who should be killed?"

When all the power and vitality were poured into Broken Sword and Wan Jian worshiped, Yang Fan flashed such a thought.

(End of this chapter)