The sky is filled with giant swords, and the sky is filled with the shadow of Su Yizhao.

More than 30,000 monks were silent.

Giant swords disappeared one after another, and shadows shattered one after another.

After one stick of incense, everything returned to calm.

Su Yizhao's face turned pale and his eyes were solemn.

"Now, am I qualified to participate in the melee?" Su Yizhao's chest was heaving, and two of the silver flying swords were broken.

A high-grade mysterious weapon was chopped into pieces like this.

He didn't have time to feel heartbroken, as the only four flying swords were still arranged in an umbrella shape in front of him.

However, the silver light is much sparser.

"Okay!" The soul cultivator on the side had equally solemn eyes.

Not because of his strength, but because of his potential.

A Five God Realm monk can actually hold an incense stick with a Tongmai Realm body cultivator. This potential should not be underestimated.

The look of regret in Xuan Wuji's eyes became more intense.

As soon as the word "good" came out of Soul Cultivator's mouth, a ripple in the void pierced Su Yizhao's forehead.

Soul attacks are even more difficult to defend against.

The silver umbrella spun with a "buzz" sound, and the flying sword cut rapidly.

"Broken, the momentum is like bamboo!" Hun Xiu's body remained motionless and he shouted urgently.

Su Yizhao shuddered and cursed secretly in his heart.

Is this a melee?

This is a wheel battle!

Fortunately, the physical cultivator raised his giant sword and slashed towards the soul cultivator.

After a while, the melee between the three finally began.

Su Yizhao flew and crawled, and finally avoided the attack of the soul cultivator. At this time, the body cultivator and the soul cultivator finally faced each other head-on.

But even so, he didn't feel much better on the court.

Even more uncomfortable than before.

All he saw within a radius of thirty feet were giant swords and ripples.

Sometimes he has to deal with giant swords, and sometimes he has to deal with soul attacks. If he is not careful, he will die unexpectedly.

More than 30,000 monks were dumbfounded.

Even Xuan Wuji was stunned!

"Dzogchen Ice Shield Technique, Dzogchen Leap Technique, Dzogchen Fireball Technique...!"

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the giant sword struck the ice shield four to five feet thick, sending ice shards flying everywhere.

Su Yizhao spurted out a mouthful of blood, squeezed his hands hurriedly, and the shadows suddenly formed a string.

"They are all Dzogchen spells. How talented is this kid?" Xuan Wuji was filled with emotion.

The physical and soul cultivation gradually unleashed the true fire, each move stirring up turbulent waves and crashing on the shore.

Su Yizhao was swimming in the deep sea like a shrimp.

When you can hide, you will never resist. When you can resist the sword, you will never be attacked by the soul cultivator.

The two were evenly matched, gradually forgetting his existence, and began to unleash their ultimate moves.

The attention of more than 30,000 monks also turned away from him.

After drinking tea, the two people stopped and looked at each other intently.

Su Yizhao's figure flashed up, his face was pale, and he looked like he had exhausted his profound energy. He was teetering in the air, as if he was about to lose control of the air.

As for the silver light umbrella, it has long been scattered.

In the midst of a fight in which the Six God Realm monks fought with all their might, not dying was already a miracle, and running out of profound energy was naturally normal.

The three of them stood back to their original positions as if they had a tacit understanding.

As soon as Su Yizhao appeared, the pupils of more than 30,000 people shrank suddenly.

Body Xiu Soul Xiu was covered in injuries and was breathing heavily.

And he was not injured at all.

What's the point?

Even if the profound energy is exhausted, it is absolutely not normal to not be injured!

The body cultivator and soul cultivator didn't even look at him, and they both shouted at the same time: "Mountain Slash!" "Soul Stab!"

The opportunity has come!

Although Su Yizhao has never taken the initiative to attack, it does not mean that he dare not attack.

All the previous confusions had created an opportunity for him.

This opportunity is enough.

As soon as I thought about it, the spiritual energy in my Dantian suddenly burst out.

Four rays of silver light flashed away, two for body cultivation and two for soul cultivation.

At this time, the giant sword was pressed against the soul cultivator's head, and the invisible soul thorn was pressed against the body cultivator's forehead.

This is a fight to the death, with both sides suffering losses.

Both of them knew that if they could catch the blow, they would win; if they couldn't, they would die!

The body cultivator's eyes widened and he slashed at the ripples in the void with his sword.

The soul cultivator's face was pale, his eyes were fixed on the giant sword, and all the power of his soul was poured out, focusing on the edge of the giant sword.

The hearts of more than 30,000 monks stopped beating.

At this moment, four silver lights suddenly flashed.

The silver light looks even more dazzling under the sunlight.

Really dazzling!

This was the first thought of more than 30,000 monks.

Suddenly, everyone reacted.

wrong!

Why is there silver light?

Flying sword, silver flying sword!

It's him!

"Pfft pfft!"

There was the sound of two flying swords piercing flesh.

The right eye of Body Cultivation Soul Cultivation instantly shot out blood.

Severe pain!

"Whoosh!"

"ah!"

The giant sword slashed down, and the soul cultivator was instantly split into two halves.

The ripples pierce the forehead, and the body is turned upside down!

Four rays of silver light flew back at the same time, and Su Yizhao turned around and flew towards Xuan Wuji.

At the critical moment, his flying sword pierced both men's right eyes.

Suddenly attacked, the two of them lost their minds for a moment. At this moment, the two of them were attacking each other.

In an instant, the scene got out of control!

More than 30,000 monks reacted and suddenly became restless.

When Su Yizhao flew back, more than ten thousand Xuanzhan Hall disciples automatically separated to make way for a passage without Xuan Wuji's order.

Su Yizhao flew very slowly.

It wasn't his intention, it was just that he had really run out of gas.

The spiritual energy is almost exhausted! The spirit is almost exhausted.
To be continued...