As soon as Bi Yue finished speaking, a biting wind suddenly blew up in the entire hall, and an extremely pure sword energy as cold as frost and snow rose into the sky!
Hearing Yun Zhan's clear shout, the long sword in his hand came out and hung in the air. In an instant, a burst of dazzling silver light erupted from the sword, and one sword turned into ten, and ten turned into a hundred!
The sword shadows all over the sky quickly gathered above the hall like a violent storm, and the terrifying sword energy that overflowed crushed the already broken huanghuali round table in the center of the hall. The strong wind was raging, and Lin Qingyang was almost overturned by the wave of air, and was dragged into his arms by Cang Mo.
Langya nailed the heavy black sword into the bluestone to stabilize his body, wiped away the wood debris blown to his face, looked at the gorgeous sword formation in mid-air, and couldn't help but complain, "You humans are going to get rid of all these bells and whistles!"
Jian Hong, who was hiding behind, covered his injury, with a look of pride on his pale face, and shouted sternly, "What do you know! This move of 'Returning Ten Thousand Swords to the Sect' is my secret skill of Shenjian Mountain! After five years of hard training, Yun Zhan has already practiced it to the realm of transformation. Once this move is used, it is powerful enough to split mountains and rocks, slay evil spirits and destroy demons!"
The moment he finished speaking, Yun Zhan suddenly swung his sword finger forward.
Hundreds of gleaming spiritual energy swords, carrying terrifying pressure, rushed towards Bi Yue overwhelmingly. The sword energy tore the air and made a piercing scream.
However, facing this terrifying blow that could crush a person to pieces, Bi Yue just stood there with a contemptuous sneer on her lips.
I saw his hands turning into an afterimage in front of his chest, quickly forming a magic circle, and shouting loudly, "The world is turned upside down!"
"Buzz--"
In the void in front of "Li Yan", a huge blood-colored magic circle suddenly tore open. Complex and strange formation runes circulated crazily in it. The sharp sword shadow whizzing across the sky, when it touched the blood-colored magic circle, was like a mud cow entering the sea, and was swallowed up completely in an instant without making even a sound.
The originally tense hall suddenly fell into a dead silence.
Yun Zhan frowned and stared at the red light formation, seemingly in disbelief. His ultimate move was actually swallowed up like this?
Langya rolled his eyes speechlessly and said disdainfully, "That's it? Ten thousand swords return to the clan."
Jian Hong said nothing with a sullen face, and there was some doubt in his eyes.
Bi Yue looked down at everyone with a joking and cruel smile on her face, and then, the blood-colored formation suspended in the air began to vibrate violently, making bursts of buzzing sounds.
Lin Qingyang frowned, and his keen intuition made him realize something instantly, and he shouted sternly, "Get out of the way!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sword energy that was even more violent than before and mixed with a strong bloody aura suddenly spurted out from the formation! Immediately afterwards, the hundreds of swords that had just been swallowed were all dyed a strange scarlet color. They burst out of the formation at a more terrifying speed than before, and strangled everyone in the hall indiscriminately!
Yun Zhan's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately recalled his long sword to block the flying sword.
"Clang, clang, clang--!"
The sound of dense metal collisions was deafening, and sparks flew everywhere. Yun Zhan was shocked by the backlash of his unique move, and his blood boiled. The tiger's mouth holding the sword instantly cracked, and blood spattered. The whole person was forced to slide back several feet by this overwhelming force, plowing two deep ravines on the hard bluestone floor. His snow-white clothes were cut with blood marks by the overflowing sword energy, and a trace of dazzling blood suddenly spilled from the corner of his mouth.
The violent sword energy raged in the hall, like a metal storm, grinding all the remaining tables, chairs and furniture into powder. The surrounding doors and windows burst open, the lighting crystals shattered one after another, and the entire hall was shaking violently, as if it would collapse at any time.
Cang Mo protected Lin Qingyang behind him, and the black knife in his hand turned into a black barrier, cutting off all the blood-colored Qi swords that flew towards him.
Jian Hong was forced back continuously by his apprentice's ultimate move, and he ducked and hid behind the thick stone pillars in the hall. The stone pillars were chipped by the sword energy, causing stone fragments to fly everywhere.
"What the hell! I'm telling you, none of you human beings are reliable!" Lang Ya yelled angrily while waving his sword to resist the sword array.
The flying sword energy struck everywhere in the hall, immediately triggering a series of violent explosions.
At the same time, in the wine shop outside Fusheng Pavilion, the two races of humans and monsters were clearly separated, eating and drinking separately.
Lu Qing sat alone in front of a square table, drinking wine with a gloomy expression. Hearing the rough laughter and punching sounds coming from the demon camp opposite, disgust and disgust flashed in his eyes.
At this moment, a dull roar suddenly came from the direction of Fusheng Pavilion, and even the ground beneath his feet trembled.
"What is this sound? What's going on inside?" The disciple of Shenjian Mountain next to him stood up in surprise.
"It sounds like... there's a fight!" Another disciple replied hesitantly.
Lu Qing frowned, knocked the wine glass in his hand on the table, and snorted coldly, "I know these beasts have no martial ethics at all! The disciples of Shenjian Mountain obey my order and follow me in!"
After that, he picked up the long sword and led a group of disciples to rush towards Fusheng Pavilion. The disciples of the other two sects saw this and followed hesitantly.
As soon as he rushed to the door, he ran into the demon soldiers from the opposite side who also heard the noise and rushed over with their swords. The leader of the group, Yin Yu, had a sinister look on his face, his swords were already unsheathed, and he had a cold murderous intent.
The two sides were at war with each other, and they obviously believed that the other side broke up the peace talks first and plotted against their leader.
Lu Qing was already in a depressed mood, but now that he saw his face finally broken, he felt happy. He pulled out the long sword with a swipe, and the spiritual power around his body surged, and he was about to start a killing spree.
"Boom--!!!"
An earth-shaking loud noise was heard from Fusheng Pavilion. The solid door and the walls on both sides were directly blown open, and rubble and wood flew in all directions like cannonballs.
Amidst the smoke and dust of the ruins, Lu Qing and Yin Yu were shocked to see their leader and king rushing out of the house in embarrassment. Cang Mo was pulling Lin Qingyang, Yun Zhan was dragging the semi-conscious Li Tian with one hand, and Lang Ya was waving a big sword and wildly dialing the flying sword that was chasing behind him.
The people on both sides of the door were stunned. Before they could ask, dozens of scarlet sword auras were shot out from the room!
"Get away!!" Lin Qingyang shouted.
Lu Qing and Yin Yu's expressions changed greatly, and they immediately raised their weapons to resist. However, those swords were extremely fast and powerful, and the human and demon tribes on the street were unable to dodge. Several people were hit in an instant and fell to the ground wailing.
Dozens of blood-colored qi swords pierced the bluestone slabs of the long street and the shops on both sides, exploding into dazzling flames one after another. They could not stop until their spiritual power was exhausted.
The originally bustling Yincheng Street was instantly in a mess, and the first floor of Fusheng Pavilion was almost half destroyed by the bomb.
A strange figure slowly flew out from the collapsed ruins and smoke flying in the sky.
"Li Yan" was suspended in mid-air, his eyes flashing with strange red light, and several thick red blood vines behind his back were dancing like the tentacles of an octopus. In the dim night, he looked like a deformed monster crawling out of the abyss of hell.
Bi Yue looked down at the people below from a high position, the corners of her mouth slowly cracked, and her hoarse voice echoed in the night sky:
"You think... if you escape from the walnut, everything will be fine? Come out... you will die too!"