"Brother Long, I can barely block everyone's breath for a few breaths. During this period, you can quickly escape, escape into the downtown city and hide your breath, and maybe you can escape the disaster."

The sword saint at the foot of the mountain said to Long Chaoyang, and his originally thin and slim body was already blocking Long Chaoyang. At this moment, the old man who had always given the impression of being greedy for life and death burst out with a terrifying aura, like an active volcano that had been silent for many years, suddenly erupted.

On the other hand, feeling the aura of the Sword Saint of the Yamashita, the ordinary elders of the shrine changed their faces. At this moment, they were numerous and had the advantage, but they ignored the strength of the Sword Saint of the Yamashita.

This sword saint at the foot of the mountain is a powerful man who has entered the out-of-body stage!

At this moment, the ordinary elders of the shrine all suffocated and slowed down. Only those core elders who were not weaker than the Sword Saint at the Yamashita were not afraid at all.

He can become the core elder of the shrine, and each one is a cultivator in the Out-of-body stage, comparable to the Sword Saint of the Mountain at the Sea. Even the third elder is a cultivator in the Sword Saint of the Mountain at the Sea, and his cultivation strength is above the Sword Saint of the Mountain at the Sea. With such strength, it is no effort to win a Sword Saint of the Mountain at the Sea.

As for the young man next to the Sword Saint at the foot of the mountain, everyone did not take it seriously. Since entering the shrine, this person has been extremely low-key and his aura is not very strong. They don’t believe it. It is extremely rare for a person like Huang Hao to appear. How could a second person appear? This young man must be just a follower next to Huang Hao. The reason why he is extremely arrogant is just pulling Huang Hao’s banner.

"Brother Long, go quickly!" The sword saint at the foot of the mountain shouted resolutely, his face full of a look of looking at death. He was exactly the same as his waist, and a long sword as thin as a cicada's wing suddenly appeared in his hand.

This is a soft sword. Usually, as the belt of the sword saint at the foot of the mountain, once it faces the enemy, it will turn into the sword saint at the foot of the mountain, which is very sharp. The sword saint at the foot of the mountain is mostly achieved by relying on this soft sword of good quality.

The sword edge swung left and right, like a spiritual snake spitting out its sharp fangs at any time. The next moment, amid the angry shout of the sword saint at the foot of the mountain, the soft sword transformed into extremely gorgeous sword flowers, covering the sky and covering the people of the shrine.

Facing the many sword flowers transformed by the Sword Saint at the foot of the mountain, the core elders were not afraid at all, just as cold as frost. If one-on-one, facing so many sword flowers sweeping over, everyone among them would have to be solemnly treated except for the three elders in the fusion stage. But at this moment, the sword flowers of the Sword Saint at the foot of the mountain were too scattered and tried to block all of them. In this way, it would be very easy for them to destroy the Sword Flower.

Everyone made their own moves, and soon destroyed the sword flower that was coming to their faces, and then they continued to crush the sword saint at the foot of the mountain.

Nearly twenty out-of-body attacks swept towards him at the same time, and the face of the Sword Saint at the foot of the mountain was extremely hard to see. For so many attacks, he needed to do his best to block them, and with so many attacks coming together, with his strength, he could not resist them at all.

Seeing this scene, even Long Chaoyang's heart slightly condensed, his face showing an unexpected look.

"It seems that the rumors are true. It's really a waste of life for the Japanese cultivators to get crazy." Long Chaoyang shook his head and said softly, but a murderous intent appeared on his face: "Huang Hao had already sent me a message before leaving. If you have any malice, you've killed it!"

While speaking, Long Chaoyang's eyes suddenly shone with a deep light. In the moment the light was shining, the surrounding space seemed to be poured with strong glue, and everything became solidified.

The practitioners were as if they had been used to impose a fixed technique and were stiff in place. Everyone maintained their original offensive posture, but they could not even move their fingers.

"What is this..." The Sword Saint at the foot of the mountain asked with some trembling. No one in the entire council hall could move, only Long Chaoyang and him had no effect. Needless to think about it, it was Long Chaoyang who caused all this.

"Follow Huang Hao, you can do it one day." Long Chaoyang chuckled, then looked solemn, and said to the sword saint at the foot of the mountain: "Brother at the foot of the mountain, let me see how fast your sword is?"

When the Sword Saint at the foot of the mountain heard this, a look of indulgence appeared on his face. He understood Lao Chaoyang's meaning, and clearly asked him to offer a letter of surrender to Huang Hao. However, this letter of surrender was made with the lives of all the senior officials of the shrine in the parliamentary hall.

But the next moment, a persistence suddenly appeared in the eyes of the Sword Saint at the Yamashita. He knew that the choice at this moment was related to his future. As a cultivator, there must be various choices. At this moment, it was time for him to make a choice.

One side is the shrine elders who want his life, and the other side is the powerful and mysterious Chinese cultivators. Do you still need to consider which side to stand?

As soon as he gritted his teeth, the body of the Sword Saint at the Yamashita suddenly turned into a stream of light. The soft sword in his hand turned into thousands of dazzling sword marks at this moment, sweeping towards all the shrine elders present. With his move, he did not hold back. As a cultivator, although he was low-key, he also came out of blood.

Countless curses and begging for mercy disappeared completely in an instant, leaving only a godless corpse gradually becoming powerless in Long Chaoyang's "field", but because of the constraints of the "field", they still maintained their original posture.

The sword of the sword saint at the foot of the mountain pierced the last person's dantian, and the Nascent Soul in the dantian was completely shattered.

"call--"

The Sword Saint of Yamashita let out a long sigh and gently inserted the soft sword in his hand that was still shining with cold light back to his waist, turning it into a belt again. If it were not until today, he would never have thought that the third elder of the shrine, the strong man who had entered the fusion stage would die under his sword, but at this moment, the corpse that had completely lost its vitality was the best proof.

"call--"

The invisible and tangible "field" was taken back by Long Chaoyang, and all the corpses fell to the ground in one go. Blood began to splatter at this moment, making the entire parliament hall filled with a strong smell of blood.

"The shrine is over." Yamashita Sword Saint sighed lightly, but his tone was indescribable. All the senior officials of the shrine were here. Even if there were occasional fish that missed the net, they could not make any waves. After today, the Japanese Shrine could no longer control the Japanese cultivation world. What followed was a turmoil in the Japanese cultivation world. In this turmoil, the forces in the Japanese cultivation world would be reshuffled.

The Sword Saint of Yamashita believed that in the future of the Japanese cultivation world, he would definitely have a huge say. Because behind him were the support of Huang Hao, the Chinese war god, and Long Chaoyang, the strong man.
Chapter completed!