Soul Devouring Sword Master

"Since you don't know what's good for you, I won't be polite. I might as well tell you that the Blood Evil Sect has also surrendered to the Huangji Palace and is attacking the Bingling Palace."

"What, the Blood Evil Sect also..."

Jian Feiliu frowned, thinking that it was not good.

Among the six major forces in Canglan Domain, except for the mysterious Xuanmen, two forces have surrendered to the Huangji Palace. Now, the already powerful Huangji Palace has become more powerful. Could it be that he will really unify Canglan Domain?

At that time, no matter how his Jian Sect resists, I'm afraid it will be difficult to change anything.

"In addition, there is one more thing. Lin Xiao has been dealt with by people sent by the Huangji Palace. Don't dream that someone will come to save you. If you don't surrender, you will only die!"

The leader of the Leiyu Sect sneered.

"What are you saying? Impossible. Lin Xiao will not die. Never!"

Jian Feiliu roared angrily, bloodshot eyes, clenched fists, and trembling all over. Although it was hard to accept, he knew in his heart that Lin Xiao was probably in danger.

Lin Xiao is the hope for the rise of the Sword Sect. He is a son of destiny who finally appeared. The Sword Sect has high hopes for him. At the same time, he is also the son of the Sword Sect. But now, he has fallen. This makes Jian Feiliu extremely sad and regretful. If he had known earlier, he should not have let Lin Xiao leave the Sword Sect.

"Hehe!"

Seeing Jian Feiliu's extremely sad look, the leader of the Thunder Prison Sect smiled even more and saluted to the white-haired old man next to him, "Ancestor, take action."

"Yes."

The white-haired old man nodded and took a step forward.

Boom!

The next moment, a surging breath rushed up from the old man, stirring up the wind and clouds, and a strong pressure swept out, causing the void to fluctuate.

There is no doubt that this is a Holy Spirit Realm, the ancestor of the Thunder Prison Sect.

The white-haired old man spun his left hand, and the endless thunder realm condensed crazily. His whole body seemed to be in a thunder tide, and countless thin electric snakes radiated and sizzled.

"Level 3 Thunder Realm!"

Inside the formation, Jian Feiliu's face was solemn. He had confidence in this sword control formation. This was the Sword Sect's protective formation that had been passed down for hundreds of years, and it had been improved by successive sect masters, making it solid as a rock and unbreakable.

But this protective formation had not been activated for many years, and he didn't know how much energy was left inside and how long it could last.

And now, a Holy Spirit Realm was coming to attack the formation. The Holy Spirit Realm was already the top existence in the entire Canglan Domain. He had no idea whether this protective formation could hold up and how long it could hold up.

Zizizizi...

The white-haired old man clenched his hand, and the thunder realm in his palm suddenly condensed to form a thunder spear. The spear was completely condensed by lightning, and the electric current was flowing on it, and the air was burned and twisted.

Swish!

The next moment, the white-haired old man flicked his finger, and the spear suddenly shot out.

In the field, a flash of lightning flashed, and the next moment, the spear suddenly pierced the light curtain.

Bang! !

With a startling roar, the energy exploded, the energy surged, the void trembled, and a large amount of smoke and dust was stirred up.

The light curtain trembled slightly, and then it returned to its original state.

Suddenly, Jian Feiliu and others breathed a sigh of relief.

The white-haired old man narrowed his eyes, clenched his hands, and another lightning spear appeared, and he threw it violently.

Bang! !

After a startling explosion, the light curtain was not destroyed.

Boom! !

Immediately afterwards, a more violent aura rose from the white-haired old man, and the surging thunder tide swept out, causing many people around to retreat again and again.

Whoosh! Whoosh...

The next moment, the white-haired old man spun his hands, and suddenly, dozens of lightning spears condensed and shot out with a wave of his hand.

Bang! Bang...

A series of explosions, the light curtain continued to vibrate, the giant sword of light shone in the formation, and on the light curtain, dazzling sword energy condensed, the sword energy wandered, forming an invisible barrier to resist the attack of the lightning spear.

Dozens of waves of attacks in a row, the lightning spears poured out like a storm, but were all blocked by the light curtain.

"Break it for me!"

The white-haired old man frowned, the state of thunder surged, thunder and lightning raged, and quickly condensed a number of lightning spears, attacking the light curtain continuously.

"Attack together! Attack the same position."

At this time, Lu Ming shouted.

Immediately, thousands of breaths rushed up, a large area of ​​energy attacks, various sword energy, palm prints, knife light, etc., like a wave of energy storms, rushed madly in one direction of the light curtain.

Bang! Bang...

For a while, the sword formation was shaking constantly, the light curtain was shaking wildly, twisting and deforming, and concave inward, as if it would burst at any time without being able to withstand the pressure.

In the formation, dozens of giant swords of light shone brightly, continuously injecting energy into the light curtain, forming a series of sword energy of light to resist the attack.

Jian Feiliu and others looked at the constantly trembling light curtain and the crazy attacks, frowned, clenched their fists, and couldn't help sweating in their hearts.

After a few minutes, the attack finally stopped.

The sword formation was still stable, and the light curtain was intact.

Suddenly, Lu Ming's face darkened, clenched his fists, and said unwillingly, "What a hard turtle shell!"