In the sky.
Countless sword energies seemed to be summoned by the phantom of the sword tomb.
They all fell into the sword tomb.
Heaven and earth shook.
A terrifying force that seemed to come from the sky above swept over everything around it.
ancient!
Vicissitudes!
desolate!
Even if everyone saw it with their own eyes, they would not be able to accurately describe the scene at that moment.
The shadow of the sword tomb was similar to the Sword Burial Valley that Yang Fan had visited before!
It seems like... it's a place!
"How is this possible... How is this possible..."
The Sword Master of the Northern Territory had a grim expression on his face and shook his head frantically.
His heart was trembling and surging.
I have never been so scared!
Such a moment.
He... felt the strong breath of death.
This force came with overwhelming force.
It was a force that could kill him.
Thousands of sword shadows gradually gathered and merged!
Yang Fan stood below, looking very impressive!
The Sword Master of the Northern Territory was so frightened that he no longer had the fighting spirit he had when he came.
Backing away frantically, trying to escape.
far away.
The warrior monks who watched the duel between the two were also horrified.
"What kind of power is this?"
"Beyond the lower realms, beyond mortal power."
"How is that possible! He's not even at the Mahayana stage yet."
"Having said that, have you forgotten that Xiao Wu Yue was killed by him earlier?"
"To kill an immortal with a mortal body?"
“How terrifying!”
Everyone screamed and talked, and their breathing stopped.
Sky!
Burn!
Snap!
The several-meter-long giant sword of the Northern Territory Sword Saint broke in an instant.
"puff!"
He was hit back and suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood.
moment.
The Sword Master of the Northern Territory's face was as pale as paper, and he ran for his life without caring about his image.
escape!
If he doesn't run away, he will definitely die here today.
Return to the Northern Territory!
The Sword Master of the Northern Territory longed to return to his old lair in the Northern Territory more than ever before.
However……
The terrifying black shadow in the sky fell and enveloped his fleeing body.
Return to the Ruins! Ten thousand swords return to their origin!
All gods and demons retreat!
What’s more, the Sword Master of the Northern Territory is still a mortal?
"ah!"
The shrill and terrified screams resounded through the sky.
The next moment.
The terrifying phantom of the sword tomb swallowed up the Sword Saint of the Northern Territory!
Flash sale!
The power of this sword killed the Northern Territory Sword Master instantly!
Such terrifying strength is unheard of by everyone!
No one spoke in the crowd; you could hear a pin drop.
Before.
Who says that these Chinese super geniuses are no match for the Sword Master of the Northern Territory?
Stand up!
Promise not to kill him!
atmosphere!
Dull and depressing!
The shadow dissipated, and only Yang Fan was standing there.
now.
His hair and clothes moved without wind.
Gives people a kind of eternal mysterious atmosphere.
That powerful and terrifying sword intent constantly impacts everyone's heart!
Boom!
On the other side, at Su Qingxue's side, the sixth heavenly thunder fell.
The dark sky was dyed purple-red.
The terrifying lightning was like an ancient giant beast.
It just happened to capture Yang Fan's back at the moment, making him look even more mysterious.
In the darkness, those obscure auras disappeared silently.
Obviously.
Yang Fan's domineering and extraordinary strength intimidated them.
Even the Sword Master of the Northern Territory was killed instantly by his sword. If they showed up rashly, it would be tantamount to seeking their own death.
Yang Fan's gaze slowly fell on the Korean warriors.
"Senior...Senior, please spare me! Please spare me!"
"Let's get out now, right now..."
"We swear that we will never come to China again."
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