With a low muffled sound, the sword light slashed on the vortex of dead leaves. Countless dead leaves slowly rotated, like sharp saw teeth, firmly and powerfully crushing the amazing sword light.

Bits of sword light kept breaking off and falling off, and were constantly being swallowed by the vortex of dead leaves.

Thousands of sword puppets have come down with swords in hand. They bypassed the vortex of dead leaves and wanted to directly attack Chu Tian's body.

Chu Tian rubbed his hands violently, and streaks of withered yellow lightning kept floating in the gaps between his fingers. Along with low and hoarse thunder, balls of fist-sized, slow-flying withered wood lightning flashed violently and kept flying out of Chu Tian's hands.

Countless dead tree thunders blocked the sword puppets like fireflies in the sky. The next moment, balls of thunder exploded. Thousands of sword puppets rushed too fast and were hit by the thunder.

No one knew what materials these sword puppets were made of. Balls of lightning and fire exploded on their bodies. These sword puppets trembled violently, and their bodies fell off and shattered piece by piece, just like rotten dead wood that had experienced countless years of erosion. With just the slightest touch, they would turn into tiny rotten ashes.

After a series of muffled thunders, thousands of sword puppets were completely annihilated by the dead wood thunder that Chu Tian shot out with a wave of his hand.

Luo Hu was so frightened that he screamed, dropped the crying and struggling girl in the red dress, looked at Chu Tian as if he had seen a ghost, and subconsciously stepped back repeatedly.

Even though he had a fortuitous encounter, inherited the mantle of Senluo Sword Emperor, and gained magical powers and many rare treasures, Luo Hu was still, at heart, that low-level miner struggling to survive in the mines. He had never seen the world, and had never dealt with truly powerful men.

The way of survival of the little people at the bottom of society is sometimes quite unbearable. Just like Luo Hu, he is full of the temperament of holding a gun to bully the weak and bullying the weak. When he is strong, he can humiliate the people around him unscrupulously; when he is weak, he will run away without hesitation.

His legs felt a little weak, and his hands were holding something. Luo Hu looked at Chu Tian and screamed, "My dear, you are not from the Heavenly Court, why do you want to work for them? There are countless rare treasures and countless cultivation resources here. As long as you are my dear... please raise your hand, how about we split it equally?"

Countless yellow leaves condensed from the power of dead trees swirled around, and Hu Dali screamed at the top of his lungs: "Senior, if you can capture this daring lunatic alive, the Heavenly Court will surely reward you handsomely!"

Chu Tian nodded slightly, and his two eyeballs completely turned into two withered yellow gems, which continuously emitted winding and flowing withered yellow divine light. He said in a low voice: "This is simply ridiculous. The majesty of the Heavenly Court is not something that a lunatic like you can offend? Give up resistance and surrender, maybe... you can die more comfortably!"

Luo Hu's body trembled. He gritted his teeth and suddenly laughed in a strange voice: "Ha, Master Tiger made an agreement with you, but you didn't listen. Then you can't blame me for being too ruthless. Hey, you are all wrapped up in my Senluo Sword Formation. Hehe, do you really think you have the power to turn the world upside down?"

Luo Hu gritted his teeth, bit the tip of his tongue hard, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the transparent figure floating above his head.

The sword light and sword intent emitted by the transparent figure suddenly became more than a hundred times more powerful. The sword lights tore through the void for thousands of feet. Wherever they passed, the ground was torn into bottomless ditches. Countless wandering cultivators screamed and cried and were shattered by the sword lights.

The transparent figure slowly flew up and walked towards Chu Tian step by step.

Chu Tian's cheeks trembled violently. Just now, it was this transparent figure who split the mother nest of the Mingjiao clan with a sword. The mother nest with a diameter of 100,000 miles was broken by the sword of this transparent figure whose existence was unknown.

To be honest, Chu Tian felt a little guilty as he was facing him alone at this time.

But thinking about Qing Yi's instructions, Chu Tian gritted his teeth and rubbed his hands together. The dead leaves in the sky condensed into a withered yellow wooden sword in his hands. He slowly raised the seven-foot-long, finger-thin strange-shaped wooden sword and nodded to the transparent figure: "Since you insist on going your own way and refusing to turn back, you can't blame me, Luo Buping, for being ruthless."

Luo Hu ignored Chu Tian's words. He held a command flag and a sword talisman in his hands and waved them slowly. Countless sword puppets in the sky slowly moved along with Luo Hu's movements.

These sword puppets formed a huge sword formation in the air, and the long swords in their hands pointed fiercely at the ground.

The huge light curtain covering the entire Mine Supervision Office was wriggling violently. Along with the low sound of swords, giant lightsabers of strange shapes slowly and laboriously squeezed out from the light curtain.

These giant lightsabers are long, short, wide, and narrow, with strange shapes, but they all exude a despairing sword intent.

There was a faint human figure visible in each lightsaber, overlooking the countless monks below. These monks felt as if their bodies and souls were seen through, and they felt an inexplicable sense of intense pain as if thousands of swords were piercing their hearts.

Before the Senluo Sword Formation launched its attack, 90% of the scattered cultivators on the ground had already vomited blood and fell to the ground with serious injuries. Moreover, most of the cultivators had sword marks that were deep enough to reach the bones or penetrate the internal organs so deep that one could see the internal organs wriggling. The wounds bled like a fountain, and countless cultivators couldn't help but let out a shrill howl.

Only a very small number of sect representatives held precious treasures handed down from their ancestors. Each of these heavenly-level defensive treasures spewed out various strange lights, revealing various magnificent and mysterious shapes, which protected them firmly in the center. Only then were they able to barely resist a trace of the energy leaking out of the sword formation.

"Hey, these are all great treasures, all mine, all mine, Luo Huhu!" Luo Hu looked greedily at the brilliant defensive treasures in the hands of the sect representatives, and roared at the top of his lungs: "And all the beauties here are mine! Kill them, kill them, kill them!"

The transparent figure had already walked to within three feet of Chu Tian.

Hearing Luo Hu's hoarse roar, the transparent figure raised his right hand, took strange steps, and the three-foot short sword in his right hand seemed to slowly slash towards Chu Tian.

When the sword was slashed out, Chu Tian felt a sense of despair as if the whole world had become a sword domain, with no room for escape.

One sword creates the world, one sword destroys the world.

"Heaven and earth want to kill me? I won't accept it!" The withered yellow wooden sword in Chu Tian's hand shook violently, and he roared: "If I get angry, I will bleed for five steps!"

The void under Chu Tian's feet suddenly collapsed. He stepped on the sword step of "Common Man Sword" and left a dark footprint in the air with one step. With a strange and miraculous step, he came to the transparent figure and stabbed the opponent's throat with a sword.

The three-foot-long sword slashed across Chu Tian's chest. With a "puff", the sword light spurted out from behind Chu Tian for thousands of feet. At least tens of thousands of casual cultivators were blown to pieces by the sword light.

A cold light pierced through the transparent figure's throat. The transparent figure suddenly froze, and then exploded violently.

The sword puppets in the sky roared in unison, and countless sword lights slashed down to the ground. Luo Hu launched an extermination attack on everyone present.

Not a single cultivator had the strength to resist. Only Chu Tian, ​​who was bleeding all over, swung out his right arm violently. Countless yellow dead leaves flew up into the sky, heading towards the sword light in the sky.