In the void.
The Monkey King, dressed in dazzling gold, now had a livid face.
He stared coldly at the old man opposite him.
If there were levels to cultivating thick skin.
The Monkey King would definitely recommend this person as the best in the world!
A person can be shameless, but not to this extent.
The Monkey King thought to himself: Human hearts are unpredictable; it's better to be a demon!
On the battlefield at this moment, the three elders of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion surrounded the Great Sage Equaling Heaven.
The Monkey King fights three elders of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion all by himself!
Moreover, they are all three elders who have cultivated the Witch Clan's Body Refining Technique, the Witch Body Technique.
This can be described as the ultimate showdown of physical strength.
All four were at the level of a Nine-Step Great Sage, possessing unparalleled physical strength.
The three elders of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion stood in the void according to a certain position.
Between the three, a more powerful, terrifying, and solidified phantom of Pangu's true form formed.
The phantom gives the impression that every gesture it makes carries the power to destroy everything!
The three of them were using a simplified version of the supreme formation of the Witch Clan, the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation!
Legend has it that the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, jointly cast by the twelve ancestral witches of the Wu tribe, could summon the true form of Pangu to descend.
It possesses the power to destroy three thousand great worlds.
Even the Heavenly Dao must yield!
It's terrifying.
The formation the three of them were using at this moment naturally did not possess any earth-shattering power.
But for those present, it was just as terrifying.
After all, a formation consisting of three people is far more than just a simple bonus from three individuals.
For the first time, the Monkey King showed a solemn expression.
It was only a slight hint of solemnity.
Then he gave a wicked smile.
"This is interesting; it's worth my time, Old Sun."
"The second stage of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts: The Ultimate Yin Body!"
boom!
An even more terrifying aura erupted from his body.
The demonic ape behind him became even more agitated.
Bloodthirsty and cold-blooded!
roar!
Roars echoed from the phantom of the demonic ape.
Thud! Thud!
The Monkey King and the three elders of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion were locked in battle.
......
Jiang Changsheng looked at the ten Great Saints of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion rushing towards him.
Those around him exchanged bewildered glances.
Jiang Changsheng was speechless for a moment.
It seems the older one gets, the stronger their shamelessness becomes.
It can be called the most durable artifact in history.
Is this old guy planning to use his thick skin as a coffin lid?
No one could rob his grave after his death.
Then I'll grant your wish.
now that.
You old bastard, you have no martial ethics!
We need a group of people to reason with us.
All right.
Let's talk things out.
I'll have a group of people like you and we'll reason with you properly!
Jiang Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly.
I'm going to teach these guys a good lesson.
What does it mean to be reasonable?
"Five of you! It's your turn to make a move!"
Jiang Changsheng spoke calmly to the five sword masters behind him who were already itching to fight.
Jian Jiu and the other five were all extremely excited.
One, two, three, four, five.
They were getting really impatient.
Finally, it was their turn to make a move.
Swish swish...
The five people appeared on the battlefield in an instant.
They stopped the ten Great Saints of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion who were rushing over.
A terrifying aura of swordsmanship permeated the void.
The ten Great Saints of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion on the other side sensed the terrifying aura emanating from them and were on high alert.
They all unleashed their full cultivation power.
A terrifying pressure emanated from it.
Ten celestial images automatically appeared in the void.
The five great sword saints, including Jian Jiuhuang, stood in the void.
He looked disdainfully at the ten Great Saints of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion opposite him.
Who will make the first move?
Jian Jiuhuang, carrying a sword box on his back, spoke indifferently, completely disregarding the ten people opposite him.
"I'll go first!"
The sword saint Wuming, who was dedicated to maintaining world peace, spoke first. He had long disliked these invaders.
Back then, to save the cultivation world from calamity, he returned to the martial world alone, wielding only his sword to slay demons and monsters and pacify the land.
"No way! With your 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to One' move, all ten of them on the other side are finished. My sword has been rusty for tens of thousands of years, and now it's itching to be drawn! I think I should go first!"
Sword Saint Feng Qingyang directly blocked Sword Saint Wuming's path.
"No, no, Benefactor Feng, your Lonely Nine Swords is a sword technique for a solitary life, so a day or two won't make a difference. My Seventy-Two Styles of Evil-Repelling Sword Technique should be unsheathed to test its sharpness. I should go first!"
Lin Yuantu, who had spent a few days as a monk, spoke fluent Buddhist verses.
"I see none of you can succeed; only I can. My Six Meridian Divine Sword is the fastest and can quickly end this battle!"
Wearing a yellow robe, Duan Siping, who had once been the emperor of Dali in the world of Tianlong, gathered his strength in his hands, his ten fingers trembling slightly, looking eager to try.
"stop!"
"Old Duan, stop!"
"Don't!"
"My sword hasn't been sharpened yet!"
Feng Qingyang and the others shouted in unison.
If Duan Siping were to take action, there would be no chance for them.
In the end, it was Jian Jiu Huang who spoke up.
"Here's what we'll do: there are ten people on the other side, so the five of us will each take two strikes, and each person will only make one sword strike! If there are any survivors, the one who misses must not strike again; the others will then have to take their turn!"
This was probably the only solution everyone could think of.
"agree!"
"agree!"
"agree!"
"agree!"
The five people's exchange took place within the Great Sage's Small World.
What seems like a long time is actually just a fleeting moment to outsiders.
The five men looked at the ten men charging towards them and each chose their opponent.
In a short time.
Various sword energies crisscrossed the arena.
Jian Jiuhuang patted the sword box behind him.
The sword case flew out instantly.
"Two elements give rise to twin lotus blossoms!"
Two divine swords, imbued with supreme sword energy, burst from their sheaths.
Transforming into two beams of divine light, they flew towards the two individuals like ancient divine dragons.
Bang!
"ah!"
Before the two could react, they were pierced through the heart by two divine swords.
Boom! Boom!
The two great saints perished instantly.
Sword Saint Nameless and Lin Yuantu were not to be outdone and followed closely behind.
"With a single thought, I wield ten thousand swords. They can shake the heavens, cleave the earth, suspend mountains, and overturn seas; all swords return to their origin!"
"I possess a sword that appears ordinary, yet contains seventy-two variations—the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique!"
One is domineering and powerful!
A graceful, ghostly figure!
Puff puff! Puff puff!
Even before the first two Great Sages died, the remaining eight Great Sages on the other side had already reacted.
He used all his strength.
Unleash the strongest attack.
Four people still couldn't stop the attacks from Sword Saint Nameless and Lin Yuantu.
Instant death!
Boom!
Four more thunderous sounds rang out.
This means that the four Great Sages have perished.
this....
The remaining four Great Saints of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion were terrified.
Who exactly are these five people on the other side?
It's terrifying!
They are simply invincible!
"run!"
A voice simultaneously arose in the minds of the four people.
They all rushed towards the three elders.
"Trying to run? Have you asked the sword in my hand first?"
Without any visible movement from Feng Qingyang, streaks of sword energy raged through the void.
Sudden.
Two of the four running men were clutching their necks in disbelief, blood spurting out.
He stared in disbelief at the strand of his own hair clutched in his blood-soaked hand.
It's unbelievable that my own hair could kill me!
This is precisely the terrifying aspect of Sword Saint Feng Qingyang: everything under heaven can be turned into a sword!
Seeing that two more of his companions had fallen down beside him.
The remaining two Great Saints of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion ran even faster.
Whoosh!
Ten thousand miles in an instant!
"Hehe, you run pretty fast!"
Duan Siping gave a disdainful smile.
It was his turn to make a move.
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