The terrifying holy power was blessed by the sword intent, and a trembling sound erupted on the dragon bone sword, and the trembling sound became louder and louder.

In the end, it rushed into the sky and kept vibrating like thunder.

His blue holy aura turned into a strange purple color, not only becoming brighter in color, but also completely suppressed Lin Yun's great sword intent.

Puchi!

As this pressure swept out, the warriors who were ahead of the battle are directly shocked and vomited blood and flew away.

"The Semi-Saint of Purple Yuan Realm!"

One by one, he flew out, and after falling to the ground, he looked up, his eyes full of astonishment.

"Purple Yuan Realm?"

"Why is Feng Shaoyu in the Ziyuan Realm? This is incredible. How could the half-saint bottleneck be so easy to break through?"

"This Feng Shaoyu is hiding too deeply!"

"There is no more fight. Ye Qingtian's swordsmanship talent is invincible to his peers, but he still has no chance to face the semi-saint of Ziyuan Realm."

"Even if you just enter the Ziyuan Realm, you can master the rules of the Holy Dao. No matter how big the talent gap is, you can easily smooth it out or even directly crush it!"

...

Originally, after seeing Feng Shaoyu being injured, the leader of the Sword Alliance felt that Ye Qingtian was about to win the battle.

But when he saw Feng Shaoyu in the Ziyuan Realm, he instantly knew that Ye Qingtian had no chance.

If it were the past, the people in the Sword Alliance would cheer directly.

But for some reason, I felt uncomfortable for no reason.

Thinking about putting yourself in your shoes, it is really unfair to Ye Qingtian.

No one can fight the Nirvana Realm and the Ziyuan Realm semi-saint in order to stop others from borrowing swords? This is too bullying.

"How to fight this Ziyuan Realm?"

The Lord of Zi Lei Peak looked nervous and became extremely nervous. His face changed and his eyes were filled with anger.

Zangjian Villa is really too much!

Feng Shengling and others on the Tianque were also surprised. They were extremely surprised. When they gathered three days ago, Feng Shaoyu was obviously still a long way from the Ziyuan Realm.

"Blood Prison Demon Light!"

Feng Shaoyu swung his sword from the air, and strange blood eyes condensed. Wherever the blood eyes reached, galaxies continued to explode.

Bang bang bang bang!

Lin Yun jumped up, turned in the air, avoiding several gazes. But the galaxy continued to defeat, and the remaining Sun Sword Star also dimmed a lot.

"Ye Qingtian, you lost! If you withdraw now, you can still save your life. Otherwise, once I use the Ziyuan Holy Qi to truly sacrifice it, your nine lives will not be enough to survive." Feng Shaoyu said.
Chapter completed!