At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The two of them were in a state of panic, and the two sides were in a state of panic.

Xiao Ruolin admitted that he underestimated Zhao Yuzhen. He didn't expect that the other party would force him to be breathless just by being a little serious.

The six famous swords, Gulu, Ganjiang Moye, Chengying, Yuchang, and Chunjun, formed a sword formation, covering Xiao Ruolin.

The sword rain that filled the sky poured madly on the sword formation, setting off waves of excitement.

Different from the feelings that Li Hanyi and Sikong Changfeng brought to him, if the Snow Moon Sword Immortal and the Spear Immortal were compared to the waves on a small boat.

Then Zhao Yuzhen was the turbulent tsunami in the storm.

But no matter how the waves raised up huge waves, they still couldn't drown the small boat.

You have the infinite sword formation...

I also have my own sword moves!

Xiao Ruolin's eyes were burning, and the true energy in his body surged like a tide, and he tried his best to stimulate the true energy in his body.

He pointed his finger to the sky, and his fingertips were shining with silver light.

In an instant, the six swords hummed, making an ancient and vicissitudes of life. The sword light was sharp, exuding a chill, which was daunting.

The six swords turned into a stream of light and rushed into the sky, but the sword formation light shield formed by the six swords did not disappear, and still protected Xiao Ruolin.

Rumble...!!!

Above the sky, a giant sword with an ancient breath suddenly appeared, which was a hundred feet long and towering into the sky.

He had used it before in Xueyue City, but at that time it was a giant sword summoned by four swords, but now it is six swords combined into one.

This is the strongest sword move that Xiao Ruolin can use at present!

Sword name: One Sword from the West!

Such power is simply horrifying, as if it is a world-destroying disaster sent down from the sky.

Six swords in the sky, sword energy is everywhere!

Zhao Yuzhen looked up, and a sense of solemnity rose in his heart.

His sword is the Infinite Sword, and it is also the Infinite Disaster.

And when Xiao Ruolin used this sword, he also felt a breath of disaster.

Few people can swing a sword that symbolizes disaster. He, Zhao Yuzhen, is praised as a rare genius in Qingcheng Mountain for a hundred years, and even shocked his master and uncles.

In his early years, he learned the unique martial arts of Qingcheng Mountain, Tailong Xiangli and Taiyi Lion Art, and finally created the Infinite Sword.

He had been arrogant, thinking that no one in the world could compare to him, a genius, and the so-called Tao, Zhao Yuzhen was the Tao.

But he never thought that on this day, he would also witness the rise of a genius.

And the opponent's sword could destroy all living things!

"Behead!" With Xiao Ruolin's shout, the giant sword shadow formed by the six swords suddenly fell.

At this moment, it seemed as if the entire sky was shattered, and the terrifying sword force was suffocating.

The sword light was dazzling and illuminated the entire Qingcheng Mountain.

This sword was peerless!

Wherever the sword light reached, it seemed to tear the sky apart, and the sword fell, leaving a terrifying cloud gully.

Under the cover of the giant sword, hundreds of Taoists in the Qiankun Hall shook, their faces turned pale, and they all spit out blood.

"Infinite Sword Formation, rise!" Zhao Yuzhen shouted again.

In an instant, the peach wood swords that were originally attacking Xiao Ruolin suddenly shook and floated up.

Each peach wood sword flashed with a sharp luster, as if to cut off everything and shatter the universe.

Zhao Yuzhen raised Qingxiao high and slowly uttered two words: "Sword!"

Looking at the Qingxiao that was blooming with a blue sword light, Li Fansong said excitedly: "Master actually used Qingxiao!"

Feixuan looked at the white-haired boy and muttered to himself: "There is no one else in the world who can let Master use the Qingxiao sword except the sword fairy in Guliang City and the one in Xueyue City."

Li Fansong raised his eyebrows slightly, stared at Feixuan in a daze, and said in his heart: Feixuan, did you call the wrong person again?

The two were sighing, and then the peach wood swords on their waists began to move.

Li Fansong widened his eyes and pressed down his peach wood sword suddenly.

He looked up in the direction of Zhao Yuzhen, and shouted with his neck stretched: "Master, this is the peach wood sword I just carved, which is infused with my own infinite Tiangang Qi, don't!"

While speaking, the peach wood sword on his waist flew out, as if summoned.

"No!" Li Fansong covered his chest with grief, and looked at the peach wood sword flying towards his master reluctantly.

In an instant, the peach wood swords on the waists of the disciples of Qingcheng Mountain shook, and then all flew out together, turning into countless streams of light gathering in one place.

"Condensation!" Zhao Yuzhen groaned.

As for the wailing of his own apprentice?

Sorry! I didn't hear it at all!

The next second, the dense

The sword light condensed into a giant sword, shining with brilliant sword light.

"Go!" Zhao Yuzhen flicked his wrist gently.

The peach wood sword condensed by the disciples of Qingcheng Mountain flew out of the air and headed straight for the giant sword shadow.

Boom!!!

The giant peach wood sword condensed by Zhao Yuzhen confronted the sword shadow of Xiao Ruoqi's six swords. The two opposite forces made bursts of explosions in the air.

Then, the giant sword shadow broke into pieces, turned into countless light spots, and disappeared in the air.

"Puff!" Almost at the same moment, Xiao Ruoqi spit out a mouthful of bright red blood.

The giant sword shadow collapsed and disintegrated, turning into six streams of light and returning to his side.

And the condensed peach wood sword also turned into powder, wood chips fluttered in the air and slowly fell.

The winner of this battle has been decided!

Li Fansong stretched out his hands, with tears of reluctance in his eyes.

Among the thousands of wood chips, there was also a piece of peach wood sword that he had just carved out after seven days and seven nights.

"Little Master, are you crying?" Feixuan looked at him with some confusion.

Why are your eyes red for no reason?

Li Fansong wiped his eyes and stubbornly retorted: "I didn't!"

The peach wood sword fragments fell in every corner of Qingcheng Mountain, and some disciples were inevitably looking for them like crazy.

"Ahua! My Ahua!"

"Woo woo... my wife! My wife was broken by the master..."

"Ah ah ah! I spent seven days and seven nights carving it!"

Countless disciples wailed, and many of them even cried bitterly while holding the peach wood sword fragments.

Yin Changsong touched his beard and said with a face full of relief: "Yu Zhen really has the style of the master back then!"

As for the peach wood swords of the disciples, they can just carve them again by themselves.

What's wrong with crying?

Fortunately, his...

Yin Changsong touched his waist, but felt nothing.

He lowered his head suddenly, kicked his legs, and fainted in fear.

The peach wood sword that had accompanied him for decades... was gone!

Xiao Ruolin looked at his hands tremblingly, without a doubt.

He lost!

He was confident that he could fight Zhao Yuzhen, but he never thought that he would lose so thoroughly.

Six famous swords floated around him, constantly rotating around him, as if to comfort him.

Zhao Yuzhen slowly fell down, looked at Xiao Ruolin with a look of loss, and raised his eyebrows.

You kid!

What kind of reaction is this?

You want to make a fuss?

Do you really want to defeat me?