On the ring, Sikong Duoyue, who was only thinking about winning, had his eyes condensed, and the light of the sword in his hand flowed. In an instant, the sword sounded everywhere, like a wave of waves in the river, and then slapped. The next moment, his sword turned and shouted in a low voice, "Sword rises!"

Thousands of swords came to the heavenly court, and countless sword lights came from above the sky and under the earth, and came from thousands of miles to respond to his call. The scene was truly the return of thousands of swords.

Not to mention those who were watching the battle were stunned by this scene, even Wei Yuan in the rest area was slightly shocked when he saw the scene of the Ten Thousand Swords coming to face. He was a sword cultivator and his sword skills were extremely talented, so he could naturally see the tricks.

These thousands of swords are not simple, and they are not comparable to the three million sword energy hidden in the talisman in the Wild Yi Mountains. Although these nearly ten thousand sword energy cannot be compared with the time when he killed the poisonous dragon, the degree of condensation of these sword energy in front of him far exceeds the talisman sword energy that Wei Yuan rushed to work at that time.

Each sword energy is enough to withstand the full-strength attack of a cultivator in the Yuanchu Realm. Although the attack of the Yuanchu Realm is not necessarily able to cause much damage to the upper realm of Zhaoshen, even if it is regarded as death, it may not cause much damage to the upper realm of Zhaoshen. Just imagine that nearly ten thousand Yuanchu Realm gather together, and the continuous swing of swords may be a sudden terror even if it were the peak of Zhaoshen, let alone the upper realm of Zhaoshen.

On the high platform, everyone except Li Xuantu was a little surprised. Yan Xinshi sighed, "It's true that he is the descendant of Li Shenjun. This is compared to the sword-raising style of Wan Jian Guiyi."

Li Xuantu shook his head helplessly, "It's indeed a sword-raising style. What a pity. This kid hasn't even entered the house, he actually showed off his appearance. He is still too competitive and needs to be tempered."

Meng Zhengshu looked at the momentum of the ten thousand swords coming, and then looked at the Dan Taiyuan, whose face had not changed much in the scene. He seemed to have guessed the little nines in the hearts of this junior. She smiled and said, "This person named Dan Tai did not have any good intentions. He would not let your stupid disciple walk out of the arena safely. I believe that the final leader of this competition would really have to be the little cute one in my family."

When he heard this, no one showed any expression, because as the current situation continues to develop, the result will be as Meng Zhenshu said.

Dan Tai Zhiming hugged Li Xuantu helplessly, "Sorry, God Li."

"Hi, what's the matter? A monk can practice not only Taoism, but also his mind. Dan Tai originally had such a cunning and such qualifications. His future achievements will definitely be extraordinary."

Speaking of this, Li Xuantu slapped his thigh with a little regret, "You are looking at my stupid apprentice and you know that fighting fiercely is beyond cure. You are simply worried about me."

At the same time, on the ring, facing Wan Jian coming to the scene, Dan Taiyuan's eyes narrowed slightly. It seemed that Sikong Duoyue was going to be serious, and this was just as he wished. Since he wanted to consume Sikong Duoyue's strength, he would simply take action more ruthlessly.

Thinking of this, Dan Taiyuan raised his hand and grabbed the sword river that was roaring from the sky. In an instant, countless folds were captured in the space ten feet in front of him like a piece of curtain. The sword curtain that was like a river of heaven was actually stabbed in front of him with difficulty ten feet away.

For a moment, I saw countless sword shadows coming one after another, like moths flying into a fire, but just ten feet away from Dan Taiyuan, they all paused. No matter how hard they exerted, they could only sting forward quickly.

It is not easy to do this. The control of the Taoist Technique of Space needs to be meticulous. Even so, blocking the sword river that was so powerful that it made Dan Taiyuan sweat heavily, and it could almost be said that he was gritting his teeth and persevering.

Sikong Duoyue followed the sword river, raised his sword high and slashed down. As the sword light roared, even the air around him twisted and deformed.

A sword slashed hard on the space imprisoned by Dan Taiyuan. In an instant, a sound of shattering came, and the twisted space cracked a gap visible to the naked eye.

Dan Taiyuan couldn't help but blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth, but it seemed that he was at a disadvantage, but the corners of his mouth were already slightly raised.

Just as Sikong Duoyue was about to cut off the second sword, Dan Taiyuan suddenly raised his head and shouted, "Break!"

With a command, the roar that resounded throughout the Yanwu Pavilion spread in an instant, and the shock of several miles, the twisted space that originally competed with Jianhe was actually exploded and cracked under the capture of Dan Taiyuan. Countless scattered energy expanded out. Sikong Duoyue, who was closest to dodge, was torn open by his sword intent. The huge force generated by the explosion directly lifted him away, spitting blood.

Fortunately, he was also a cultivator in the upper realm of Zhaoshen. Although he was injured, he would not have completely lost his combat power by this explosion. On the contrary, Sikong Duoyue jumped back and hovered in the air. He raised his hand to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled, "I didn't expect that the Space Taoism actually had the way to absorb power and turn it into his own use. I'm teaching!"

"Okay, you are seriously injured, I don't think you have to continue."

Dan Taiyuan just looked up at him and spoke faintly.

"Seriously injured?"

Sikong Duoyue seemed to be stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, "Maybe Your Excellency Dan Tai doesn't know me, and the injury is just the beginning!"

After saying a word, Sikong Duoyue opened her mouth and squirted blood onto the long sword in her hand, laughing, "I have seen the Taoist Dharma of Space. I wonder if you are interested in seeing my God-Destroying Sword!"

As he finished speaking, Sikong Duoyue did not give Dan Taiyuan a chance to answer. He flashed and then came. The sword energy bloomed like a lotus, covering a distance of ten feet. No matter how much space jumped, Dan Taiyuan would eventually fall into the sword energy.

"What a God-Destroying Sword!"

Dan Taiyuan was also not willing to be outdone. The folding fan in his hand suddenly closed, and instead of moving forward, he pulled hard towards the bloody sword that was stabbed! The moment the sword blade came into contact with the fan bone, two huge forces clashed at one point, and the sound of tearing came, the wind continued to stop, and the space listed slight traces, which made the faces of the two elders of the Mo Shen Palace who were hosting changed slightly, and they were always ready to rescue people.

Both sides were about to part with each other, retreating more than ten feet. After Sikong Duoyue stabilized her body, she spat out a mouthful of blood. Then she laughed to the sky, "Okay! Come again!"

Dan Taiyuan looked up at the opponent who was seriously injured and should have been lying on the ground and could no longer move. He frowned, "It's no wonder that he used war to cultivate war, and he used murderous intent and fighting spirit to cultivate sword energy!"

Yes, Sikong Duoyue did take this path that is relatively rare in the kendo path. The more injured he is, the more amazing his strength he explodes in a short period of time. It can almost be said that his life is fighting.
Chapter completed!