Bei Xuanzun's expression froze, knowing that he still couldn't escape and had to fight.
However, although his strength is not as good as that of the curly-haired middle-aged man, he should not suffer a crushing defeat.
The two did not escape into the void.
Wuming put his left hand behind his back and waved his right hand. Swords fell from the sky, isolating all the people around the two of them and forming an enclosed space.
The combined power of tens of millions of swords made Bei Xuanzun extremely frightened.
Even with Wuming's modest attempt, he was not sure he could break the sword formation space.
"This is the Ten Thousand Swords Formation. Without a holy weapon, it is impossible to break it unless you are a saint!" Wuming said.
Bei Xuanzun nodded.
He has understood.
"I will only strike with one sword. Whether you can block it or not, today's matter is over!"
After Wuming finished speaking, he waved his right hand, and an iron sword appeared in his hand among tens of millions of swords.
Bei Xuanzun looked at it intently.
This is just an ordinary sword, not even up to the standard of a magical weapon.
It's just an ordinary weapon.
He felt humiliated.
You actually want to defeat me with just an ordinary sword. Do you think I, Bei Xuan Zun, am just a piece of trash?
How much do you look down on me?
Bei Xuanzun's mind moved, and his figure flashed, and he had already changed into a new set of clothes.
He was wearing a black armor, a black helmet, black cloud boots, and holding a huge shield in his hands. His aura was like a tiger descending from the mountains, making the world pale in comparison.
All his equipment were Taoist weapons, and that giant shield was a high-level Taoist weapon. He spent all his savings to buy it.
With this fully-armed equipment, I think it should be enough to block this attack!
It's just an ordinary sword. Even if you chop it millions of times, it can't break your shield.
Wuming did not say anything, but waited until Bei Xuanzun was fully prepared before taking action.
There wasn't any great momentum, he just swung the sword casually, and even the space didn't change at all.
Like a sword swung by a mortal.
However, this ordinary sword made a great late-stage Rongdao master like Bei Xuanzun's hair stand on end.
He felt the sensation of death.
The last time he felt threatened by death was the time before.
"rule?"
He felt a mysterious power in this sword, a power that only a saint could control.
It is also the state he pursues all his life.
Although he believed that he was extremely talented, he still had doubts as to whether he could break through to the Saint Realm in his lifetime.
After all, it is too difficult to comprehend the rules, and it is also too difficult to break through the holy realm.
He hasn't even completed the journey to the realm of Tao.
And the person in front of him has already begun the journey to the holy realm.
Of course, none of this matters.
The important thing is that he feels like he is going to get cold.
Then the spiritual power in his body surged desperately, and he almost shrank into the armor. The giant shield released a golden light, completely wrapping him up.
But even so, he still felt it was not enough.
Even with a set of Taoist weapons, he couldn't block such a sword.
This is completely beyond the scope of the Dao realm, how can Dao weapons withstand it?
"Blood Burning Technique!"
"Soul Burning Technique!"
"Life Burning Technique!"
Bei Xuanzun used the three techniques simultaneously and burned his own blood, soul and lifespan.
The aura on his body increased by more than three times.
Finally, he was given some confidence to hold on.
It seemed like a long time had passed, but in fact it was only a moment before Wuming swung his sword.
Suddenly, a white dot appeared in Bei Xuanzun's sight.
It was a flash of sword light.
The white spot continued to enlarge, and in an instant the entire space was shining brightly, with its sharp edge piercing straight into the depths of Bei Xuanzun's soul.
......
In the outside world, no one could see the scene inside clearly because of the obstruction of tens of millions of swords, not even Zhao Qingzhou who was in the Rong Dao realm.
Suddenly, millions of swords dispersed and scattered towards Dafeng City, turning into a rain of swords that flew towards their respective owners under inexplicable guidance.
The only person who did not receive his sword was a shirtless young man in a blacksmith shop in the west of the city.
......
The swords dispersed, and the first person to appear in people's sight was the curly-haired Wuming with his hands behind his back and a nonchalant look on his face.
Then came the extremely miserable Bei Xuanzun on the opposite side.
Many eyes were filled with surprise and a little sympathy.
At this moment, Bei Xuanzun's black armor was shattered, his helmet was knocked aside, and there were countless fragments on the ground in front of him, which could barely be seen as a shield.
The original headband was also broken, and her long hair was very messy.
Blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, his breath was weak, and he no longer had the domineering aura he had before.
But, luckily... he's still alive.
It can also be said that Wuming held back.
Although Bei Xuanzun is arrogant, he is not malicious at all. He can indeed be considered a genius and his crime does not deserve the death penalty.
What’s more important is that his impact when alive is greater than when dead.
Da Gan doesn't want to march into the Eastern Wilderness yet. It's not the right time yet. The top combat power is insufficient, the middle-class combat power also needs to grow, and the basic armaments also need to be greatly improved.
Now we are just planting a seed in the Eastern Wasteland. In the future, when the army marches to the Eastern Wasteland, that seed will sprout.
"Bei Xuan family, retreat!" Bei Xuanzun spat out another mouthful of blood, and left the place with his people. His back looked extremely embarrassed.
"Master Ximen? Are you ready?"
As soon as the person over there left, the voice of the rat was heard over this side.
Simon celebrated with a sad smile.
The winner takes it all.
The four major families became Qingzhou's history from today.
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