"Click~~kick~~kick~~kick~~~"

The Immortal Bone Sword wrapped in the rules of the Time Sword and collided with the thin swords of the middle-aged exile again and again, using force to force strength and simply using the essence of the Time Rules to suppress the opponent. The two of them entered a state of fierce fighting and killing. The sword intent of dozens of feet roared in the sky, making the rest of them dare not enter our combat field at all.

The middle-aged exiles became stronger and stronger as they fought, and they often used their fist and palm attacks. In addition, the sharp sword energy always had the upper hand, suppressing me in terms of momentum and strength.

All my body was transformed into dragons, and strands of holy golden scales began to appear on my neck. The real dragon energy was lingering, merging with the rules of the time sword path, and the power of the True Feather Sword Realm, shaking the opponent's attack again and again. However, the upper sword saint was too strong, and there were still sword energy falling on me, slashing tiny holes on my clothes, leaving a shallow blood mark on the dragon scales, extremely sharp.

"Clam!"

After a hundred moves, the middle-aged exile's eyes were full of fierce lights, and he laughed: "A half-saint fought with the superior saint for a long time. You are already qualified to be called a monster, but it's a pity that you are still going to die!"

As he said that, the thin sword swirled up sharply and a bitter cold wind, storm formed by thousands of sword lights was set off, and almost instantly devoured the True Feather Sword Realm that I had opened. The next moment, the sword intent formed by countless fine sword lights was not right, and it was still unmatched!

The moment I was screaming in my heart, I was hit by at least ten swords all over my body, covered with dense fine sword wounds. There were four vertical and horizontal wounds on my chest alone, and the Immortal Bone Sword was shocked by one sword and completely lost to the thin sword in the hands of the middle-aged exile.

"It's over..."

I frowned, and the white deer sword technique that condensed behind me was already disillusioned, and the traces of the sacred white deer were looming. If my defence collapsed completely, then Song Qian, Tang Queran and others behind me would inevitably be massacred by this upper sword saint. The sword saint is one of the few people in the upper world, let alone an existence close to the titled sword saint, which is really irresistible with my semi-saint's cultivation.

At this moment, a warm feeling came from the palm of my right hand, and then I felt the trembling from the depths of the Immortal Bone Sword. The sound of the immortal sword was exploding, turning into rhythmic sacred ripples, suppressing them in all directions. What I really felt was the changes in the depths of the sword body, just as if a long-closed treasure was awakening and was about to see the light of the sky again.

"Swish swish swish swish swish~~~"

In the patterns deep in the sword body, a series of azure blue lights gushed up, sweeping away the decay and rust of the dusty immortal sword for many years. Instead, they were replaced by dazzling and strong spiritual patterns. One after another, the spiritual patterns woke up deep in the sword body, bursting out their power, and in a blink of an eye, a large area formed, and the power of the immortal bone sword also surged and became extremely majestic!

Holding the long sword in his hand, he didn't breathe in his chest. When I stopped shouting, the entire spiritual pattern in the Fairy Bone Sword lit up, and the sword body instantly became at least three times heavier, and it seemed to be revealed. When I saw that the Fairy Bone Sword had awakened 1,300 spiritual patterns again, and had reached the level of 7,000 spiritual patterns!

Youdao is a good horse with a saddle. The power of the seven thousand spiritual patterns of immortal bone sword has at least doubled. The moment the Bailu sword technique was activated, a fierce sword roar was made. With a swing of the long sword, it stabbed the middle-aged exile in the sky with one sword. It was a sword that Wangchen!

"laugh!"

The sword blade swept the rules of time, as if creating a small world in one fell swoop. The aura of the collapse of the rules was extremely strong. The middle-aged exile in this sword did not take advantage of it. He was shocked by a sword and his body was in the air. His arms holding the sword trembled slightly, and his face was filled with prudence.

"You actually made a breakthrough in weapons at the moment of war?"

He seemed very disbelief and said, "Bu Yixuan, how did you do it?"

"Is it necessary to tell you?" I carried the Immortal Bone Sword and stepped into the sky step by step, looking at him coldly.

"Hahaha, very good!"

The middle-aged exile raised his head and laughed, saying, "It's been a long time since I met such an interesting opponent. A mere half-saint can be so arrogant. You have made me more and more interested. Since that's the case, I can consider not killing you in one fell swoop, but having fun with you little by little. How about it?"

I frowned and didn't say anything.

In fact, even if the Immortal Bone Sword has reached the level of 7,000 spiritual patterns, my overall strength is still an insurmountable gap with him. After all, the power of the semi-saint realm is very different from that of the upper sword saint. The reason why he can struggle to support one hundred moves is only because the two immortal veins and sword cultivation are supporting. If the other semi-saints have long been killed within three moves.

At this moment, suddenly, my heart sank, and a familiar voice came from my ears: "Bu Yixuan, get out of here!"

Wu Sheng Yue Tian!?

I retreated without thinking, and a chaotic cloud emerged around me. The rules of the space swordsmanship exploded, and instantly moved dozens of feet away, leaving this sky. At the moment when I suddenly disappeared, a sharp golden sword light swept across the sky. Holding the sword intent was a golden arm as thick as a mountain, a sword by the Wu Sheng Yue Tian!

"Hey!"

The middle-aged exiled person was the superior sword saint after all. He frowned and his thin sword broke out in the air, turning into a giant pillar to face the sword of the martial saint Yue Tian. A deafening voice suddenly sounded through the sky. The middle-aged exiled person won the sword, but lost completely in strength. He was shocked and his face was pale and retreated more than ten feet.

Before he could stand still, a majestic energy burst out in the clouds. The Martial Saint Yue Tian's attack was more than one level. After a sword, a golden iron fist could be seen piercing the clouds, like a meteorite, attacking the middle-aged exile who was in a hurry to retreat.

"The titled Saint!?"

The middle-aged exile was shocked and hurriedly raised his palms to fight.

"Bang--"

A loud bang shocked the earth. The martial saint Yue Tian's punch was able to destroy the sky. With just one punch, the upper sword saint of the three masters of the fist, palm, sword, flew into the sky like a stream of light. A bunch of blood was sprinkled in the air. He was seriously injured by this punch. This is not surprising. The martial saint Yue Tian became a saint in his body. He was not as good as his opponent in his swordsmanship. However, in terms of boxing, the middle-aged exiled person was far inferior. It was already very powerful to be able to catch Yue Tian's punch without exploding his body.

"Bu Yixuan, you have to be careful."

The Martial Saint Yue Tian stood in the clouds, and his pair of golden eyes looked at me, then turned around to fight against other places of exile. I nodded respectfully: "Thank you for your help, senior."

"You don't have to be polite, continue the final battle."

"yes……"

...

My heart was a little complicated. Although Yue Tian was the elder of the Wusheng Pavilion, he was particularly attentive to me. It seemed that the cause and effect in the Northern Wilderness had been concluded.

Looking further away, wisps of flames, frost, and storms soared into the sky, and the sky became a saint. A fierce battlefield, with bright lights flashing everywhere, and the sky and the earth seemed to be about to sink. The nearby mountains and earth were even more devastatingly attacked. The originally flat plains and bushes no longer existed, replaced by basins with a diameter of hundreds of feet, or the canyon formed by the titled saint with one sword. The river collapsed and the flow of the ancient mountains turned into powder. The battle of Wushan was destined to become an unforgettable history in the upper realm.

Not far away, Li Qingyin was fighting with a demon emperor of the superior saint, while Lin Muzhao fought with a group of people from the Lin family's holy sect against the saints of the corpse control clan. Further away, the sword intent of the Tianxin Empress Dongfang Wan swept across the sky, with an invincible aura, and the killing with the Blood Lord was shocked. The other saints in the upper realm were fighting with the four evil spirits, black-haired Shura and other great ferocious people. Even the saints were still constantly falling.

Any saint who has titled came from the tribulation. They were born in response to the tribulation. Now that they have fallen, they have also touched the rules of the great way of heaven and earth, so that the fall of each saint will cause a tragedy. Light rain scatters to the earth, countless spiritual essences nourish all things and feed back to the earth, and the environment on the entire battlefield becomes very complicated.

On the earth, the iron cavalry rushed forward, and countless troops from the court formed a battle formation to attack. Facing the violent and powerful blood demons, the corpse-controlling clan, the fearless sword, raised the sword to fight. It has to be said that they were very brave, but the strength was very different. The human army was always on the suppressed side, and even the blood demon clan formed a mass of blood mist hovering in the air, constantly raging, making the tribe army very uncomfortable.

Find the right opponent!

I looked at Song Qian, Zhao Hao, Tang Queran and others, and immediately lifted their swords and moved them horizontally after confirming that they were safe. The sword light was burning and suddenly broke through the restriction of space and appeared behind a demon king who was comparable to the lower saint. The True Feather Sword Realm broke out, and a sword broke into the air and directly split his head and body into two halves. The flames lingered in the sword light, and instantly evaporated his body.

Before being entangled by the other blood demons, the void on his toes activate the rules of the space sword to teleport out again, breaking through the ban, the Immortal Bone Sword burst out with pure holy power, and pierced through the eyebrows of the second demon king with a "puff" sound, directly destroying its head, so that the demon king originally planned to knock Dan Tai Yao back with one palm, but was killed without a chance.

"Master Bu..."

Dan Tai Yao's face, who was originally crushed by the demonic energy, was already very pale. Now she felt like she had survived the disaster. Crystal tears appeared in her beautiful eyes: "This demon king is so powerful!"

"Retreat, the battlefield ahead does not belong to you."

I gave a soft command, then rose up from the ground, and the Immortal Bone Sword went to the sky, forming the realm of the True Feather Sword Realm, shattering all the blood demons coming towards me, and the true meaning of Confucianism and Taoism flowed around me, completely entering the killing Taoist Tao of the White Deer Sword Technique. The more evil evils you kill, the more good it will be for my Taoist heart.

The Immortal Bone Sword can break through in killing, what about me?
Chapter completed!