Defeat the sword and kill, life and death are on the verge of death.

Fighter jets are often fleeting.

Since ink painting has given him a chance and there are flaws, Ye Zhiyuan will naturally not let it go.

His sword is far away, fast, and very strong.

Pretending to kill Linghu Xiao, then unexpectedly flew over with a sword.

This ink painting was unexpected. No matter how hidden or how to use it, it would be impossible to use it. It would definitely die!

Ye Zhiyuan was holding a sword, looking directly at Linghu laughing, but his spiritual sense was quietly locking in the ink painting.

His sword has not yet taken action.

Then the next moment, he found something seemed to be in the distance and flew over first.

Ye Zhiyuan was stunned.

What's the thing...flying towards me?

The thing that flew over was also far away, and soon, there was a trace of dangerous light.

Ye Zhiyuan's eyes didn't recognize him.

But he subconsciously realized it in shock:

sword?

Is it a sword?!

This is the fuck, someone killed me with a flying sword?!

"save!"

Ye Zhiyuan had no time to shout this.

He stretched the distance and chose a safe location. He was concentrating on his sword. At this time, he was most afraid of being attacked and killed.

Several other Daluman disciples also noticed an abnormality and stepped one step ahead of Ye Zhiyuan and stopped him.

They wanted to block the flying sword for Ye Zhiyuan.

But the flying sword was too fast, and they could not stop it before they expected it.

Not only them, no one expected that a sword would suddenly fly out in the Taixu Sect camp.

This flying sword passed through the interception of the four Dalumen, and was quick and accurate, and directly hit Ye Zhiyuan in the chest.

But he was blocked by his Taoist robe...

Ye Zhiyuan was so scared that he flew out of the sky.

But there is no sword energy on the sword, and it cannot even penetrate his Taoist robe.

Ye Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but curse:

"What the hell is it? This is also worthy of being called a flying sword? There is no sword energy at all? How can I kill me?"

The next moment, the spiritual sword trembled suddenly, and sword patterns lit up.

The sword formation is inside the spirit sword, absorbs the spirit stones and activates it on its own, instantly generating the extremely sharp mountain-opening sword energy.

The sword energy accumulates more and more, and it becomes stronger and stronger, even exceeding the load of the spiritual sword itself.

So much so that cracks began to appear on the sword body.

Then, in Ye Zhiyuan's gaze that was difficult for Ye Zhiyuan to understand and extremely frightened, the spirit sword exploded directly.

The explosion intertwined the sword energy and roared together.

The sharp and sharp sword energy of Kaishan, with the sword formation as the core, formed a sword energy vortex that instantly swept around.

It seemed as if several giant swords were strangled in the air.

The surrounding mountains, rocks, trees and everything was shattered.

Before everyone could react, what happened.

The bell of Mount Lundao rang.

The sword contest is over.

The game ended with just one sword.

On the Mount of Interpretation, there was a dead silence.

Everyone was shocked and speechless.

Then there was a "boom" in an instant, and the sound of people was extremely loud and the noise was boiling, just like a volcano burst out, and the entire Mount Lundao was in full swing...
Chapter completed!