Emperor of Nine Suns

Hengtian is definitely strong, but when it comes to actual fighting, the situation is completely different.

The sword energy was crisscrossed in the void, and flying swords shot from all directions like dense rain.

The four dragon-slaying swords turned into a four-color light group in the void. Inside the light group, there were four portals faintly emitting hazy light.

Once a flying sword hits the light group, it will be smashed away with a loud bang, as if it has hit an indestructible piece of divine iron.

After being bumped back and forth so many times, faint cracks began to appear on some of the flying swords.

Hengtian's expression changed, his long sleeves flicked, and his voice suddenly turned cold.

"Condensing Qi to become a soldier is a small way after all. Although you can use this to cultivate the Little Zhuxian Sword Formation, your path of cultivation has come to an end. You can't think of taking any further steps in the future. It's unwise to be so persistent."

Qingyuan's eyes were firm.

"Hengtian, the contemporary sword sect was born out of the ancient Ten Thousand Swords Technique, and its core technique is to focus on one heart and ten thousand thoughts. However, since the era of mythology, Ten Thousand Sword Jue has been lost and completely disappeared. There is no longer the practice of one heart and ten thousand thoughts in the ancient times. "Tao, if you force yourself to follow this path, it will only end up being useless in the end. A mere hundred swords will make you unable to do what you want."

Qingyuan's expression was calm and calm, "You have gone astray a long time ago, but you still don't know how to repent. Sooner or later, a hundred swords will come back to bite you. It can range from schizophrenia at the least, to your soul disappearing at the worst!"

"ignorance!"

Hengtian was immediately furious when he heard this. He shook his arms, and hundreds of flying swords immediately gathered in front of him, eventually forming a super-large giant sword that was a hundred feet long. His arms shook, and he struck Qingyuan with all his strength. .

"You are the one who is ignorant! If you follow the path of the Sword Sect, most of the techniques you use are still the path of the Qi Sect. I'm afraid that even you yourself have little confidence in the way of the Sword Sect. If you are so hesitant and continue to practice in such a nondescript manner, you can't go anywhere How far?"

Qingyuan gave a cold scolding, and the four dragon-slaying swords of the Xiaoxian Zhuxian Sword Formation shone brightly, forming a huge lightsaber a hundred feet long and came forward.

At first glance, these two hundred-foot giant swords are somewhat similar.

It's just that one is composed of hundreds of long swords, and the other is purely composed of condensed sword energy.

It's just that Hengtian's giant sword has a complex structure after all, and it looks a little impure in color.

In contrast,

The giant sword formed by the condensed small Zhuxian Sword Formation is brilliant and the four colors are pure. Faintly, there is also a trend of the four colors becoming one.

Then, right in front of everyone, the two giant swords slammed together!

Rumble…

Amidst the loud noise like the sky and earth shattering, bright air waves exploded.

For a moment, the void was filled with sword energy shooting out in all directions, and any ray of sword energy that penetrated the earth would leave a bottomless pit.

An old Jiutian monk who was closer to the battlefield didn't pay attention for a moment. His shoulder was scratched by a splash of sword energy. A scar deep enough to see the bone suddenly appeared. Blood flowed like a stream, and he felt extremely horrified in his heart.

His cultivation has reached the peak of the Tianhe level, and he has cultivated the Tianhe Golden Body. He has always been proud of his physical defense. He never expected that the aftermath of the fight between two powerful swordsmen could easily tear apart his Tianhe Golden Body... You know, Qingyuan himself is also a Tianhe-level monk!

"Hook Chen Tianzun!"

In the midst of the bursting torrent of sword energy, a roar from Hengtian resounded across the sky.

Then I saw a huge fist suddenly appear!

The five fingers on the fist actually manifested the image of a crown-robed Emperor of Heaven, which struck heavily on the Immortal Killing Sword Formation constructed with four portals.

There was another violent explosion, and for a moment light energy exploded, and spiritual power surged.

Qingyuan, who was controlling the Little Zhuxian Sword Formation, turned pale and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. His eyes looking at Hengtian were filled with anger:

"Your major is not Kendo!!"

"Who told you that I majored in kendo?"

There was a sneer on Hengtian's face, and hundreds of flying swords spread out like wings behind him, "Swordsmanship is certainly not my trump card. What I major in is the Heart Sutra of the Western Emperor, Yulong, which was inherited from the ancient Gou Chen Tiandi. Now, let me give you a taste of the power of this magical power!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Hengtian took a deep breath.

Following his movement, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth suddenly rioted, quickly gathering around him as if the sea contained hundreds of rivers, and finally formed a splendid figure.

Then, the figure raised his hand and punched out with a simple punch, but with a majestic and majestic imperial aura, he blasted towards Qingyuan majestically.

The Little Zhuxian Sword Formation suddenly collapsed. There was no trace of blood on Qingyuan's face, and his eyes were full of despair.

If it were a one-round competition of swordsmanship, Hengtian was no match for her.

After all, the sword energy she had cultivated for decades was extremely pure and powerful. If Hengtian's half-hearted sword energy was not supported by strong cultivation, he would not even be worthy of carrying her shoes.

However, Hengtian's major was not swordsmanship, but a simple punch.

This attack was dignified and upright, without any flashiness at all. What was important was the hardness of a head-to-head encounter. It was a powerful attack that was purely based on one's divine river realm cultivation.

No matter how mysterious Qingyuan's Little Zhuxian Sword Formation is, it won't have much effect at all in this moment of pure internal strength competition.

Therefore, she couldn't block the punch.

On the other side, Ren Cangling was having a hard time resisting Dong Yuan's bombardment.

Guan Ying and Qingsun were surrounded by several Tianhe-level Jiutian disciples, and no one had the ability to come to support them.

It was a dead end at this point.

Qingyuan felt very calm in her heart. Perhaps she had encountered such life-and-death dangers many times along the way, which made her feel calm and not even a little disturbed.

But when a pale and slender palm suddenly appeared in front of him and grabbed the bright fist, this stillness was instantly broken.

"The Heart Sutra of the Western Emperor's Control of the Dragon? Then when did the emperor of the Supreme Court of the Shang Palace control the dragon? When did he go to control the dragon? I don't know if this is some bullshit mind method randomly created by some little god in later generations. It even got the ancient mythological genealogy wrong. You dare to pretend to be Emperor Chen, what a joke!"

Amidst the familiar and clear laughter, bright stars suddenly appeared on that arm, forming a star array.

The star array was like a big net, covering the shining figure that came towards him, and then with a sharp twist, it turned into a blazing torrent of spiritual energy, which rushed towards Hengtian.

Boom boom boom!

The stars are like rain, dazzling.

The incarnation of Gouchen wrapped around the fake one became even more powerful.

Hengtian's face suddenly turned pale, and he pressed the spells with both hands in front of him, and in an instant, eighteen layers of restraining shields were deployed.