"Miss, the formation is good, but the level of cultivation between you and me is too different after all, so you can't trap me."

The audience looked at the strange-shaped stones around him, and his mind moved, and his body seemed to have become countless times in an instant.

In fact, he was just standing quietly, but there was a vast aura as vast as the sea, boundless and infinite, instantly filling the entire space. All the stones around him were shocked and broke through the air, and countless round holes were smashed on the ground.

However, at this moment, a white light suddenly appeared dozens of feet away in front of him. It was not strong or hot. It arrived in an instant and flew straight towards his chest.

The viewer's eyes shrank slightly, and he could see that the light was a sword, a burning sword, burning on it was the purest Haotian Divine Light, and the Haotian Divine Light was compressed to the extreme, and he shot at him with the master of the Taoist Sword's resolute sword intent.

He snorted coldly, and the master swung his arm, and the Taoist sword in his hand flew out to block the lightsaber and collided with him head-on.

A harsh sound of sonic boom sounded, and the two swords stirred up the extremely terrifying fluctuations of the heaven and earth energy, causing everyone in the formation space to lose their hearing for a moment and could only rely on their mind power to sense the changes around them.

At the same time, the stones that fell on the ground surrounded the body of the observer again, mixed with a strange and undetectable light, which flew silently towards his back.

After all, the realm of the observer was too profound and he soon noticed something strange, but the clear light was too fast. He was in a large formation and could not dodge, so he had to choose to take it head-on.

He raised his palm, as if it was slow and fast, and in an instant, he blocked the Qingguang, and his vertical and horizontal fingers formed an invisible barrier to completely protect his body behind.

"Dong!"

An extremely huge explosion exploded with the main sensation as the center, surging towards the surroundings, gravel shot out and dust flew, and the figures of several people were completely enveloped.

After a moment, when the smoke and dust that spread throughout the region returned to the earth, the eyes of several people returned to the clear light.

Chen Pipi stood at the outermost side with Ye Su, Mo Shanshan next to the two of them, his face turned pale and there was still blood on the corners of his mouth.

Ye Hongyu and Liu Yiqing were more than a hundred feet apart and half knelt on the ground with their hands on their long swords. Their chests were stained with blood, and their faces were covered with heavy sweat, and they were panting quickly.

The host stood among the two of them with a gloomy face, and his clothes were no longer restored to their original state, like broken strips of cloth hanging on his body, looking a little more miserable than beggars.

The most important thing is that two fingers were cut off from his palms, and blood kept oozing out. Even if his Demon Sect's martial arts were about to be cultivated to the level of immortality, it still could not eliminate the sword intent that remained in the broken finger wound like a gangrene attached to the bone in a short time.

...

Several miles away, on the hills.

The drunkard looked at the viewer's appearance, with a strong look of shock on his face, turned his eyes to Guo Yu, who was dozens of feet away, and said, "What a terrible sword intent, it actually has such a horrible meaning of death. You should have used it when you killed the gods on the sky above Taoshan Mountain that day, right?"

Guo Yu nodded slightly and said with some regret: "It's a pity that Hongyu and Yi Qing's cultivation is still too bad, otherwise the master of the temple would not be as simple as breaking a few fingers now."

Master Qishan, who was standing beside him, agreed and said, "These three disciples are indeed extraordinary. It is really amazing to push the master of the Guanzhu to such a level by just relying on his cultivation level of the upper realm of Knowing Destiny."

"It's really incredible. If I were in the formation just now, I might have died at their hands. Your three apprentices' performance today is enough to be recorded in history."

The drunkard looked at the place where the few people were fighting and said with emotion: "But this is also the limit they can do. The master of the spectator will never give them a chance again. If you don't take action, all of them will be unable to escape death."

"You are right. After all, the three of them are too young and their practice time is too short. At most, they can only do this."

Guo Yu turned to look at him, chuckled and said, "Drinking, I understand what you mean. You want to use the master of the temple to see my strength. Don't worry, you will get what you want soon."

...

The host stood there, lowered his eyebrows and looked at his bleeding fingers. The commander of the Haotian Divine Light burned for a long time before he successfully sealed the wound.

Then, he looked at Ye Hongyu and Liu Yiqing respectively, and said gloomyly: "Originally, I came just for Ye Su today, and I didn't mean to make things difficult for you juniors, but since you are so ungrateful and are determined to die, I will fulfill your wishes."

He stretched out his palm and raised it over his head, and in an instant he used the Apocalypse Divine Art again. The majestic and hot Haotian divine light completely reflected his figure into a golden color, like a mighty god of war.

At this moment, except for Chen Pipi, the other four of Ye Hongyu and the other four have been seriously injured, especially Ye Su, Ye Hongyu and Liu Yiqing, who have almost lost the ability to take action again, and they have no chance of taking such a fierce attack from the audience.

Guo Yu, who was several miles away, snorted lightly when he saw this and was ready to rescue him. But at this moment, in the distant southwest, an extremely powerful sword intent soared into the sky, cutting through the sky, and flew towards the host at a speed that was no less than that of no distance.

The sword broke through the clouds and thrust the master of the spectator on the ground with a cloud silk about a few miles long. The sword was so fast that it could not see the original body at all. It could only see a stream of light. However, it seemed that it did not bother to hide its momentum, so everyone who saw it on the ground knew clearly that it was a sword.

The overbearing is not enough to describe the momentum of this sword that comes from the sky. This sword, or more accurately, the master of this sword, gives people a strong feeling, because he will definitely be able to do something.

This sword that flew from the sky instantly crossed the rivers and mountains in the south of the continent in the sky above the clouds, and naturally broke through the clouds and challenged the master of the spectator, the current number one master of the Haotian Taoist Sect.

"I didn't expect that you would have stopped me today."

Facing the Pei Ran sword that seemed to be able to pierce the sky above his head, the watcher looked slightly cold and was also somewhat surprised. Before he chose to take action today, he knew that someone would definitely appear to stop him.

He thought that this person would be the Master, that mysterious man who had a lonely sword break into Taoshan, but he never thought that he would be the sword saint who was well-known in the world of cultivation.
Chapter completed!