Xianhong Road

Chapter 796
Clang clang! ! !
On the Ninth Peak, the Elder Three Swords standing near Yang Fan trembled, and felt the three flying swords behind him uncontrollably detach from the scabbard and stab them fiercely into the mountain wall.

Buzz~~~
Three flying swords of the level of psychic magic weapons trembled on the ground, and the hilts of the swords leaned towards the man who was in the desperate situation of death beside him.

Not only him, tens of thousands of monks around here, whoever has a sword weapon or a sword weapon in a storage bag, all roared out, "Puff puff...", out of the master's control, or inserted into the ground mountain wall, or tilted in mid-air.

All these swords and magic weapons trembled continuously, leaning towards the same position.

"How is this going?"

The few flying swords in Fairy Sapphire's storage ring also flew out, trembling, and worshiped Yang Fan beside him.

To be precise, it is to worship the broken sword in Yang Fan's hand.

clang clang clang clang clang---

In the blink of an eye, the entire Ninth Crest Peak, the ground and the mountain walls were filled with flying swords, and countless sword weapons were suspended in midair.

Countless sword cries and tremors filled the entire ninth peak.

Just imagine that in the world of cultivating immortals, sword weapons are the most common type of attack. Which monk does not have one or two?

At this moment, densely packed flying swords, either suspended or inserted into the ground, covered every corner of the ninth peak.

But... the ninth peak is just the tip of the iceberg on the grand battlefield of cultivating immortals.

There is also the broader eighth layer...the seventh layer...the entire Lingding Xianfeng...and even the army of millions of immortal cultivators.

Ground, mid-air, high-altitude...

Countless swords floated out of control, all trembling and trembling.

worship! !
Wan Jian worships! !
Millions of swords surrendered to the same position at the same time.

"This momentum is simply... what kind of frightening sword art is he going to use?"

Elder Three Swords was astonished. As a master of swordsmanship, while his heart trembled, he faintly felt a little worship, and his heart was full of anticipation.

"Wan Jian worships? How is this possible!!"

Zhendong Hou was taken aback, looking at the whole sky and the ground, which stood like a forest of flying swords, he was horrified to the extreme.

"...In the records of the royal family, the scene of 'Worship of Ten Thousand Swords' appeared a long, long time ago. But last time, what produced such a sign was the 'Upper Realm Artifact' that saved a world of common people—Seven Star Town Devil Sword!!"

For the first time, Qin Huang's face was moved.

"Only the Immortal Artifact of the Upper Realm has produced such a sign!!"

Zhendong Hou and other princes also thought of some secrets recorded in ancient books.

However, if they knew that at this moment in the land of Tianqin Inner Sea, when the performance of the fairy artifact from the upper realm, they would probably be even more shocked.

Tianqin Inner Sea, the land of the deep sea.

Under the turbulent waves and waves, a thousand-foot-long divine sword also buzzed and trembled at this moment.

This divine sword has seven vacant grooves on its body, and below it is a colorful halo covering a radius of ten thousand miles.

It is the fairy weapon of the upper realm... the Seven Star Town Demon Sword.

The fairy weapon of the upper realm, belonging to the fairy weapon in the sword, trembled faintly at this moment, kowtowing in the direction of the distant Great Qin.

The scene of Wan Jian's pilgrimage, with Yang Fan as the center, affects the entire Xianluan Nine Peaks and millions of beautiful rivers and mountains, and gradually weakens as the distance increases.

However, swords that have reached a certain level in this world, such as the Azure Dragon Sword and the Immortal Artifact of the Upper Realm, no matter how far apart they are, they will all have an induction, and then bow their heads in worship.

"What kind of terrifying secret technique is this person going to perform... stop him quickly!!"

Zhendonghou who was in the sky exclaimed, with a movement of his mind, he controlled the "Hualing Gulong" to rush downward.

However, he was quite far away from Yang Fan at the moment, and he didn't come so fast if he wanted to rush over.

At the same time, deep down in his heart, he felt an inexplicable fear and hesitated.

shhhhh--

At this moment, hundreds of powerhouses commanded by Feng Qinghou, including several great monks of Huashen, and hundreds of powerhouses of Tongxuan, rushed to the ninth level, covering the sky with the brilliance of spells.

Boom~~~
Feng Qinghou himself used the power of the void, and a phantom boulder with a height of one hundred feet fell from the sky, trying to interrupt Yang Fan's secret technique.

However, it was too late...

When Yang Fan fell into death and injected all his energy and vitality into it, it was doomed that they had no chance.

"The first person to kill is you—"

An invisible voice, in the form of sword will, spread throughout the battlefield.

Because at this time, Yang Fan's body was dead and he had no ability to speak.

When Yang Fan raised the Broken Sword above his head, his spiritual power surpassed the shackles of life and death, ignited and detonated the vitality of his body, and poured it into the Wushuang Broken Sword.

In an instant, Yang Fan's vitality disappeared, his skin dried up, and his body was dead! !
And when the physical body died, the broken sword was swung out, and the unparalleled profound meaning, the sword to death that surpassed the ages, was issued at the price of death.

A will to die and be strong, filled the world, and the sword that worshiped all over the sky resonated with each other and recalled each other.

Swah——

All the brilliance between the heaven and the earth was covered up, leaving only a shocking sword glow carrying the infinite will of the sword.

The terrifying will of the sword, accompanied by the endless sound of the sword, went straight to the sky.

Just as a terrifying blood-colored abyss spread in the void, he was stabbed with a "poof".

The extremely dazzling and shocking sword light, as thin as a needle thread, seems to cut open the void, and also seems to transcend the boundaries of the void.

When it swung from the Wushuang Broken Sword, it covered up all the colors.

The brilliance that enveloped the sky turned into nothingness directly under the will of the sword.

When all the colors are covered up, everything in front of you turns into a world of black and white.

In a space that only presents black and white, time seems to be frozen.

Boom!

bang bang! !bang bang! !
When Wan Jian made a pilgrimage, when the startling rainbow sword glow pierced the void, everyone held their breath, but they could hear countless heartbeats.

The army of millions of immortal cultivators, no matter if they were high-ranking princes, great cultivators who transformed themselves into gods, or ordinary high-level monks, all of them were quiet at that moment and stopped their movements.

In the dead and silent world, that shocking sword light turned into death lightning, pointing at a person thousands of miles away... Feng Qinghou! !
Feng Qinghou's complexion was pale, he was suffocated by the oppression, his delicate body trembled slightly, and he didn't even have the will to move.

Although there are still thousands of miles away, in Feng Qinghou's senses, Yang Fan is standing beside him, stabbing with a sword, and there is no way to hide.

The next moment, her pupils were filled with endless fear and despair, and the will of the sword, carrying the aura of supreme death, had rushed into her soul level.

puff! !

Blood splatter.

Feng Qinghou's tender body froze, her face pale.

I saw a half-cut sword piercing through her heart, protruding from behind.

Bright red blood dripped from Wushuang's broken sword.

Even though they were separated by thousands of miles, that sword pierced directly through her body regardless of the distance in space.

At this time, Yang Fan was still standing on the ninth level of Lingding Xianfeng, holding a half-cut sword, blood dripping from it.

thump! !

Feng Qinghou's body fell from the sky, and his face was still filled with endless despair and fear.

In fact, before the broken sword pierced her body, the terrifying kendo will attack directly annihilated her soul.

When it was too late, Yang Fan slowly raised the Wushuang Broken Sword, pouring all the spiritual power and vitality into it, and it took half a breath.

It took only a split second for a sword to strike, not even a tenth of the blink of an eye.

When everyone came over in a daze, Feng Qinghou's body fell from mid-air.

It was too fast, no one could save it, and even the idea of ​​shooting did not arise.

Who would have thought that the prince, who was thousands of miles away and at the peak of the Great Qin's power, would be instantly killed with a single sword, leaving no room for retaliation.

thump! !

When Feng Qinghou fell to the ground, Yang Fan's dry body, which had lost vitality and spiritual strength, also fell to the ground at the same time.

However, when he cast this sword, he took a step forward.

One step, kill the prince! !
This is also the first prince to fall on this battlefield.

"Big brother..."

Yang Huixin's eyes went dark, and she passed out on the ground.

"Elder Yang!"

"Yang Yaoshi..."

On Lingding Xianfeng, Fairy Lanyu, Elder Sanjian and others exclaimed, recovering from the shock, feeling ashamed, moved and powerless in their hearts.

On the east side of the town, the army of millions of monks was shocked to the extreme, and they froze in place.

A person as powerful as a prince, quickly recovered from the shock, and couldn't help but gasp.

Marquis Tianlin, Marquis Jinpeng and others were soaked through.

If the target of the sword just now was not Feng Qinghou, but himself, then the result... they dare not imagine.

"In the desperate situation of death, a sword that surpasses the shackles of life and death increases its attack power by ten times and a hundred times, especially the terrible will of the sword. If I let me deal with it, there will be no room for retaliation."

Qianqiu Wuhen was amazed, his eyes flashed, and then his eyes were fixed: "However, this sword kills the enemy, there should be a glimmer of life..."

At the same time, Qin Huang's avatar, Heavenly Demon Sect Master, Zhendong Marquis...these peak powerhouses all looked terrified.

No one on the field is confident that he can resist that death sword that transcends the ages, and even the master Qianqiu Wuhen thinks that he has no room to fight back.

"Young Daoist..." The old fairy Bai Yu burst into tears, and couldn't help feeling sad at this moment.

With the sword just now, at the price of death, Yang Fan chose to kill Feng Qinghou, the commander-in-chief of Zhendonghou's million-strong army.

In an instant, the morale of the nearly one million troops in the east of the town was greatly reduced, and there was chaos.

At the same time, the sight of Ten Thousand Swords worshiping is still maintained throughout the battlefield.

"...At the price of life, it's really respectable to risk one's life." Zhen Donghou looked admiring, and then changed the subject: "However, today's Lanxian Formation has been broken, and the victory has already been decided."

"The whole army attacks!!!"

Tianlin Hou immediately took over the command after receiving the order, and his old and loud voice spread throughout the audience.

"kill--"

Hundreds of thousands of troops came over in a trance, turned into a torrent, and rushed towards Lingding Xianfeng, which was not protected by a formation.

However, their morale is not as good as before, and they have not noticed that countless swords are still trembling, and the scene of thousands of swords worshiping is still going on.

"The end of life is death...then the end of death...is the beginning of new life!"

A voice full of emotion came: "Wu Shuang, we seem to have experienced the cycle of life and death again."

This voice, in the form of sword will, spread throughout the audience.

what! !

In an instant, the scene of millions of monks fighting was immediately dead silent.

A man with a broken sword in his hand stood up slowly from the ground, and the aura on his body was reincarnated from death.

What's even more frightening is that the power that was poured into the broken sword and squandered was returned to the body in an inexplicable way, and returned to the state before killing Feng Qinghou.

It can be said that... the state is full! ! !
how can that be! ! !

Everyone was stunned.

Shocked! ! !

"So... the next one, who should be killed?"

Yang Fan slowly raised the broken sword, his eyes swept across the audience.

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