The Supreme Being of the Shushan Sword Sect is truly outrageous, utterly outrageous.
Although they had marveled at the combat prowess of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect cultivators several times, the scenes before their eyes once again refreshed their understanding.
What's most astonishing is the defense of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.
He was supposed to have unparalleled ranged attack capabilities, but a weak physical body and no power in close combat.
As a result, your ranged attack ability is unparalleled, and you can even fight across borders in melee combat. Now, your only weakness, your frail physique, has become the ability to withstand attacks from the same level without getting hurt.
Is it still possible to play?
How are we supposed to play if you do this?
In the future, will we have to turn around and leave if we encounter a disciple of your Sword Sect who is at least two realms higher than us?
This isn't cultivation at all!
Ye Feng didn't care what they thought.
If there are any good things later, they should be given to their own disciples first.
When the time comes, everyone who goes out will be a Mahayana cultivator, with several hundred Supreme Beings leading the way. Let's see what great calamity can destroy their sect.
The question then becomes not whether we can handle the great calamity, but what great calamity dares to cause trouble!
With Jian Qingfeng and Ye Feng joining forces, they are practically invincible in the cultivation world.
If we have to say who is stronger, he is probably only weaker than Jian Qingfeng, Shenqing Zhenjun, and Ye Feng combined.
Faced with the combined attack of the two, Qinglan Zhizun and his companions experienced for the first time what it meant to feel powerless.
The ripples of sword energy caused the group to feel extremely uncomfortable, their blood and qi churning.
Even the killing moves they unleash often go astray, and sometimes they even inexplicably attack their own companions.
Even more relentless sword shadows instantly pierced several transparent holes in his body.
No matter how strong its resilience is, how long can it withstand such a dense offensive?
These people finally learned what "fear" meant.
Qinglan Supreme hurriedly shouted, "Sword Sect Supreme, why don't we sit down and talk? We were wrong today, and we are willing to pay any price."
Jian Qingfeng thrust his sword straight at Qinglan Supreme's mouth.
"After I've killed you all, I'll go and talk to the Shushan disciples who were killed by you hundreds of years ago."
Lin Wansheng hurriedly said, "We did not participate in what happened back then. If we had, your Shushan Sword Sect would have been wiped out long ago."
Jian Qingfeng was instantly enraged.
"So I should thank you for sparing my life? Then I'll thank you properly."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Qingfeng continued his attack with his sword in his right hand, while his left hand formed a sword gesture, and a dozen large magic staffs floated around him.
Although the quantity is small, these are all gold-plated upgraded plus versions specially prepared by Ye Feng.
Unlike Ye Feng's smashing.
Jian Qingfeng used these large baguettes as blunt swords.
Each of the large baguettes was wielding a different sword technique.
Its special ability to ignore protective qi is almost as damaging as that caused by a natal flying sword.
Then Ye Feng's Great Bread Sword Formation was activated at the same time.
It was clearly a 4-on-2 game, but these two managed to make it look like a group of people ganging up on all four.
The Twin Heavens Supremes were filled with immense regret at this moment.
Wasn't it better to just squat down and watch the show?
Whether Lin Wansheng's mouth is dead or alive is none of my business.
If this person can't hold back, he might end up dying here today!
No, we can't just sit here and wait to die.
"Please wait a moment, sir. How about we offer the price we are willing to pay? Spirit stones, magic treasures, cultivation techniques, elixirs, even asking a sect from the upper realm to look after your sect's ancestors is no problem."
Jian Qingfeng remained completely unmoved.
"I'm only interested in your lives. After I kill you and wipe out your lineage, your spirit stones and magic treasures will still be mine. I won't care even if they're destroyed. As for my sect's ancestors, I believe they will understand me."
"Alright, enough of this nonsense, it's time to send you on your way."
"Ye Feng, change formation."
The large bread, large baguette, and sword formation had already surrounded the group.
There is absolutely no possibility of breaking through in the short term.
After Ye Feng pulled them for a long time, their auras became very disordered, and they could not unleash any great energy in a short period of time.
And this is precisely the fundamental reason why Jian Qingfeng was willing to waste time talking to them.
The effects are already evident; who still has the energy to waste words with them?
Ye Feng received instructions from his ancestor and instantly changed his move.
The Tai Chi swordplay seamlessly transitions into the Dugu Nine Swords.
Two extremely powerful sword intents attacked at the same time. Who in the cultivation world could withstand them?
Unable to escape or withstand the consequences, the four were soon reduced to blood mist by Ye Feng and Jian Qingfeng.
Ye Feng used the same trick again, using the Tai Chi sword as a guide to seal the souls of the group that had appeared due to the "Heaven and Earth Switching Doll" into the pot, where they kept the group company.
After dealing with these four, the two rushed to Shenqing Zhenjun's side without stopping.
Even if he surrounded tens of thousands of people by himself, he wouldn't be able to kill them all so quickly.
All three are from the same sect and share the same origin, so controlling this sword formation is no problem for them.
With the addition of the two, the sword formation's offensive became increasingly powerful.
The addition of the Qingfeng Sword, Hanguang Sword, and Juque Sword further enhanced the power of this sword formation.
Then, the sword formation began to shrink.
From tens of thousands of meters in diameter to thousands of meters in diameter, and then to hundreds of meters in diameter.
Blood mist continued to drift from the sky, along with the wreckage of warships that had been completely reduced to dust.
Countless screams erupted, a scene straight out of a demonic realm.
Jian Qingfeng, Shenqing Zhenjun, and Ye Feng remained completely unmoved.
They came here to wipe out my entire family, so who would show them any mercy?
At this point, if anyone dares to jump out and say, "Oh dear, even if others have a thousand faults, it is still the best to forgive and forgive, so let's stop committing murder and give them a way out,"
Jian Qingfeng firmly believed that if anyone dared to say such things to him, he wouldn't hesitate to chop that person into dust.
He was also somewhat hoping that those moral guardians would step forward.
But clearly there are no fools here.
At that moment, no one had the courage to step forward.
That would just add another soul to someone's death by sword.
Look at all those people on the boat, did they spare even one of them?
With the combined efforts of the three, the sword formation, which was tens of meters in diameter, was compressed to about two meters.
The flying swords were packed tightly together, with almost no gaps between them.
The three swordsmen guided the flying swords, and all the flying swords spread out again.
The second wave of allied forces, however, had completely erased any trace of their presence.
Shenqing Zhenjun bowed respectfully to the flying swords of the Sword Tomb that stood high in the sky.
"Thank you all. We will now take you back to the Sword Tomb."
Just as he was about to activate his sword technique, Ye Feng stopped him.
"Please wait a moment, senior brother."
After saying that, he threw his large rye bread sword formation into the air, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you all for coming to help. This is just a small token of my appreciation."
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
All the flying swords burst into a sword cry at that moment.
Furthermore, one can sense an emotion from the sword's cry.
It seems to be saying, "You're so sensible, unlike that stingy former sect leader."
This left Shenqing Zhenjun both amused and exasperated.
Unlike his junior brother, who was so wealthy that he could afford to hire all the sword-grinding stones, he had to complete many tasks to accumulate enough.
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