Soaring straight into the sky.
Flocks of birds and beasts deep in the woods were startled and took flight, their fluttering sounds echoing continuously.
Yu Canghai and the three Supreme Elders sat cross-legged on the massive sword cloud.
The strong wind whipped their robes, making them flutter like banners waving in the wind on a battlefield.
"Ye Feng, this day next year will be the anniversary of your death."
"Go to hell!"
With a wave of his hand, Yu Canghai grabbed a large cloud of sword clouds from mid-air, which condensed into the hilt of a sword and a small part of the sword blade.
The other three Supreme Elders did the same, gathering the captured sword clouds into part of a sharp sword.
The sword consists of four parts, which float in mid-air as if they blot out the sky.
It cast a large shadow on the ground, radiating a chilling light.
"Demon-Slaying Sword, united!"
boom--
Then the four swords merged into one.
They instantly combined to form a giant sword that was over twenty meters long and three meters wide.
Hanging in mid-air, it resembled a small warship, exuding an aura of death.
The blade was sharp, gleaming with a cold light, and captivating.
Moreover, the sword is engraved with dense runes, radiating a mysterious aura.
"The wind rises, the clouds fly, cut down!"
Swish—
The giant sword slashed down at Ye Feng, stirring up a gust of wind.
On the other side.
Chen Xuanfeng also led many experts from the valley to rush towards Ye Feng.
"kill!"
With a wave of the Soul-Summoning Banner in his hand, the Taoist Kongyou summoned a gust of yin wind, accompanied by ghostly wails and howls, as if the gates of hell had been opened.
Ring ring—
As the Soul-Capturing Bell rang, a group of martial artists emerged from the thick poisonous miasma behind them.
One of them was Xiao Jie, the one who led the way earlier.
Everyone moved stiffly, their faces were expressionless, and they were surrounded by a heavy aura of death as they rushed towards Ye Feng.
Yang Kang, Ye Feng's senior martial brother, also made a move.
With a wave of his hands, a dense barrage of poisonous needles shot towards Ye Feng like locusts, instantly sealing off all his escape routes.
Even the air was filled with a fishy, foul odor.
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