"That's right! Jian Wuchen, don't think that just because you defeated me with a sword before, you are stronger than me. You haven't truly seen my Thousand Illusions Demon Subduing Formation." As soon as Ao Fangchen finished speaking, several magic weapons for setting up formations appeared in his hands.
As he made hand gestures, a strange light from the magic weapon suddenly appeared and enveloped him.
"Thousands of illusions, conquer the demon!" Ao Fangchen slashed out with his sword, and when the strange light from the magic weapon shone through, it turned into thousands of sword shadows, and the power was twice as powerful as his previous sword.
He had come to Holy Sword Peak with the sole intention of seeking justice for Han Yutang, but a single blow to Jian Wuchen shattered his dignity, leaving him feeling his years of reputation shattered. This single blow was not only to seek justice for Han Yutang, but also to vindicate his own reputation as the Divine Elder. Naturally, he unleashed all his might, even unleashing his most powerful abilities.
What a powerful formation! Mu Hanyan finally realized that his Thousand Illusions Demon Subduing Formation not only had the power to confine, but also could directly increase the power of the sword, similar to their five great magical instruments. It turned out that Han Yutang hadn't fully utilized the formation's power last time, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to break it so easily.
"Sword Dao, Wuchen!" Jian Wuchen's expression became extremely solemn, and he swung his sword again.
"Swish!" The holy sword intent was swung out again, without a trace of impurities.
But this time, he failed to break Ao Fangchen's sword. The two sword beams met in mid-air, and they were deadlocked, like two blue dragons fighting to the death.
This is not surprising. Although Jian Wuchen is extremely talented and was one of the two saints who had the greatest hope of succeeding the position of the Holy Lord, he had been idle for a thousand years. Ao Fangchen, on the other hand, has been practicing hard for the past thousand years, and most of his energy has been focused on the Thousand Illusions Demon Subduing Formation.
If Jian Wuchen really fights for his life, it will not be easy to defeat him.
The two sword beams condensed and collided with each other, producing dazzling sword lights, but neither could defeat the other.
However, Jian Wuchen's Wuchen Sword Art, inspired by a sword spirit left behind by a peerless master on the Holy Court Continent, was incomparable to Ao Fangchen. As time passed, Ao Fangchen's sword light, which had doubled in power, slowly faded. It was clear that if this stalemate continued, Ao Fangchen would undoubtedly lose.
"I didn't expect that Elder Wuchen's cultivation level is so terrifying."
"I heard before that he almost took over the position of Holy Lord, but I didn't believe it. Now I know that he really has that kind of strength."
"Elder Ao is too confident. He doesn't even think about the fact that if Elder Wuchen hadn't been injured, how could he have achieved the fame and status he has today?"
"Yes, he knew that Elder Wuchen's injury had healed, but he still wanted to take action. Isn't that asking for trouble? It's a pity that his reputation will be ruined in an instant." The disciples of the Holy Court at the foot of the peak had good eyesight and talked about it.
They actually felt more sympathy for Ao Fangchen, but these words were too blunt, like a loud slap in his face.
Ao Fangchen's old face was as red as pig liver, and he almost vomited blood.
"Elder Ao, it's just a little grudge between the younger generation. How about letting them solve it themselves and we just stop fighting?" Jian Wuchen didn't want Ao Fangchen's reputation to be ruined, so he spoke again.
"Jian Wuchen, do you really think you can beat me?" Jian Wuchen had good intentions, but to Ao Fangchen, it sounded like a great humiliation, and he roared in anger.
At the same time, the long sword in his hand made a buzzing sound, and thousands of sword beams appeared, flashing the unique light of the formation runes, like a huge sword net, flying towards Mu Hanyan and others.
"Ao Fangchen, are you crazy?" Jian Wuchen shouted in shock.
Although Ao Fangchen's sword separated half of its power and was no longer able to compete with his Dustless Swordsmanship, the other half of the sword power was still too powerful for Mu Hanyan and others to contend with.
The most important thing is that the thousands of sword beams were not only aimed at Mu Hanyan, but also covered the other hundred or so descendants of the gods' guardians.
Doesn't he know what these descendants of the gods' guardians mean to the Holy Court Continent? Doing this is no different from being crazy.
"Elder Ao, stop it now!" Jin Qisheng was also shocked. While shouting, he slapped the thousands of sword beams with his palm.
But he was originally famous for his medical skills, and his own strength was not strong, so how could he possibly block Ao Fangchen's sword? With only a dull sound, Jin Qisheng was blown away by the sword light.
The disciples of the Holy Court at the foot of the peak were also stunned. They had not expected that Ao Fangchen would be so cruel and crazy.
Mu Hanyan and the others all changed their expressions. Compared to others, they felt more clearly the horror of Ao Fangchen's sword. This sword was not something they could resist at all. What's more, under the restraint of the formation's energy, they didn't even have a chance to escape.
"Thousands of enemies are broken, and the formation is destroyed!" At the critical moment, a cold and loud shout suddenly rang out.
"Lan Xun!" Mu Hanyan turned her head in surprise.
Ye Lanxun's tall and graceful figure came flying like a meteor, and the Thousand Breaking Sword flashed with brilliant light, piercing straight towards Ao Fangchen's Thousand Illusion Sword.
"Crack!" The sword beams flashing with runes suddenly shattered, and there was a crisp sound like crystal breaking.
Compared with the last time he fought against Tian Annan in Anyun Capital, the power of Ye Lanxun's formation-breaking sword was obviously much stronger.
Although Ye Lanxuan was much younger than Ao Fangchen, and his cultivation could not be compared with his ten thousand years of hard training, Ao Fangchen's sword was now divided into two, which was equivalent to fighting one against two. The two people he faced were, one, the saint who had the greatest hope of inheriting the position of the Holy Lord a thousand years ago, and the other, the saint who had the greatest hope of inheriting the position of the Holy Lord a thousand years later. Their strength was self-evident.
More importantly, what Ye Lanxuan was using at this time was the Thousand Breaking Swords' sword that could break the formation, which had a greater restraint on his Thousand Illusions Demon Subduing Sword.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Ao Fangchen repeatedly used sword techniques and formation techniques, but still could not stop Ye Lanxun's divine sword intent that could break through thousands of formations.
As his Thousand Illusions Sword Lights burst like soap bubbles, Ye Lanxun's sword light also swept past his chest, bringing with it a puff of blood. "Ye Lanxun, it's you!" Although it was a long story, from Ye Lanxun's appearance to breaking the sword formation and then stabbing Ao Fangchen with a single sword, it was just a matter of a moment. Only then did Ao Fangchen recognize who it was.
Ye Lanxun's strike wasn't actually heavy. With Ao Fangchen's strength, he wouldn't even need to take any elixirs; the injury would have healed instantly. However, the strike didn't injure his body, but his face, along with the dignity he'd accumulated over millennia. Looking at Ye Lanxun, Ao Fangchen's eyes practically spitted fire.
"Elder Ao, I'm sorry." Ye Lanxuan said neither humbly nor arrogantly.
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