The sword has sword intent, the knife has knife intent, and the gun naturally has gun intent!

"Raging Sea Kill!"

Yan Xin was full of fighting spirit, and his eyes were filled with endless fighting spirit as he looked at Gu Yuan.

Gu Yuan was not afraid at all. He took out the Lingyuan heavy sword and held it across his chest to block the attacking gun tip.

"drink!"

He stomped his feet hard, and the heavy sword swept across in front of him. Yan Xin was directly knocked back several steps by the huge force transmitted from the heavy sword.

"What a powerful force!"

Yan Xin's face was solemn. He no longer paid attention to the battle between Yan Hua, Yan Bu and Yan Jun. He had to devote all his attention to the battle.

"Yan Rui, go buy me ten breaths of time!"

Yan Rui nodded and flew forward.

"A round-robin battle?"

Gu Yuan sneered, and light yellow spiritual energy filled the heavy sword, making the originally dark sword body even darker.

Gu Yuan clenched his hands tightly in the middle, took a deep breath, and in a few flashes of his feet, he arrived in front of Yan Rui.

"Take my sword!"

There was no fancy movement at all, just a simple vertical chop, but it condensed 50% of Gu Yuan's strength.

The heavy sword that broke through the air made Yan Rui's breathing pause, and then he saw him clasping his hands together, and a phantom of a wild bull quickly condensed behind him. The bull's eyes were blood red, and a pair of horns pointed straight to the sky, and its whole body was filled with a tyrannical aura.

"Go! Tear him into pieces!"

"Moo!"

The wild bull's aura became more and more violent, and it turned directly into a beam of light and collided violently with the oncoming heavy sword.

"boom!"

The violent collision caused a visible impact, causing everyone in the audience to step back.

"Yan Rui usually keeps a low profile, but I didn't expect him to be so powerful!"

"Yeah, this strength is probably not much worse than Yan Xing's!"

The horns of the wild bull phantom pressed against Gu Yuan's heavy sword tightly. Even though the heavy sword weighed a thousand pounds, it was still blocked by the wild bull phantom.

Gu Yuan's eyes narrowed, and he turned around and struck the phantom with several heavy swords. When the last sword fell, a crisp sound was heard, and the phantom of the wild bull was destroyed.

"puff!"

The phantom of the wild bull was defeated, Yan Rui's face turned pale, and even his breathing became faster. Finally, a flower of blood spurted onto the ground.

"Yan Rui, retreat!"

A loud shout was heard, and Yan Rui immediately stepped back. At this time, Yan Xin's face was pale, his hands were shaking slightly, and the spear in his hand had turned dark blue. Above the dark blue spear body, there were faint sounds of wind and surging sea water.

"This... this is a fourth-grade spiritual skill, Rage of the Sea! It's a shame I haven't mastered it yet, but it's enough to kill you!"