Yun Heng unleashed such a powerful sword strike, surpassing his usual level. Even Ye Zhi Qiu would find it difficult to deal with such a strike.

Just as everyone was thinking this, Ye Zhi Qiu did not move an inch. He simply tapped his finger, and a point of silver light bloomed between his fingers, capturing Yun Heng's sword. No matter how terrifying the sword's momentum was or how powerful the sword energy was, it could not move forward even a fraction of an inch.

Everyone: ⊙﹏⊙! ?

"What?! This...this blocked it? How...how is this possible?!"

"This... with just a finger, he blocked the terrifying sword strike of Sect Master Yunheng, this...!"

"..."

However,

What shocked everyone even more was what happened next. With a light flick of his fingers,

As Ye Zhi Qiu uttered the word "break," cracks began to appear on Yun Heng's silver-white longsword, and the entire sword was about to shatter.

this……!

The forging of that spirit sword was so laborious, the materials were so sturdy, and it had been nurtured by Yun Heng for many years, so how... how could it break so easily?

Just how terrifying must Ye Zhi Qiu's power be to achieve something like this!?

Even a Martial Grandmaster would find this impossible. What kind of supernatural means is Ye Zhi Qiu using?

That's terrifying!

At this time,

Yun Heng was naturally anxious. He hurriedly tried to control the longsword, pouring in a continuous stream of power to stabilize it and pull it back, but... he couldn't pull it back at all.

immediately,

Yun Heng hurriedly shouted, "Yun Sect Elders and Disciples, listen to my command, form the sword formation!"

When that voice fell, even though the Yun Sect disciples had no will to resist, they still obeyed the order. A glimmer of hope remained in their hearts, especially Fifth Gentle, who worked particularly hard.