Immediately afterwards, Yang Feng used his hand to move the Chongshui Baolun back. At the same time, the other hand blocked him like a shield, and the other arms each held an immortal sword.

In Yang Feng's body, the Xuanwu bloodline that had not been used for a long time also inspired the thick back and turned into a pair of ancient green armor to protect his body.

When Yang Feng was fighting with people, he originally used the strength of his body, but now he has practiced the Xuanxian technique and has many means to bless him. His body is no less powerful than many defensive spiritual treasures.

The treasure wheel flashed and returned to his body, and immediately began to reverse rapidly.

Yang Feng flashed, no longer making any defense, but instead used attack as defense, and instead advanced instead of retreating, he directly rushed into the torrent of thousands of swords.

Yang Feng's figure was like lightning, carrying a series of vague afterimage shadows that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and was quickly passing through the sea of ​​swords.

The other six arms were constantly rotating like windmills. The golden lights flashed wildly on the five immortal swords. Every time they were chopped out, dozens of meters of lightning shot out, directly breaking up all the flying swords that were approaching.

In the entire sea of ​​swords, golden light flashed everywhere, and roared constantly, and for a moment, he couldn't do anything to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng knew in his heart that this situation could not last too long. After all, it would be too terrifying to use so many means to consume it at the same time. Once his magic power is unsustainable, he will definitely die.

The reason why Yang Feng rushed in such a careless manner was not because he lost his mind. He just delayed the recovery of the Golden Bee Queen.

When Yang Fengfa used to move the thunder and lightning formation, he originally wanted to let the Golden Bee attack again and gain some time.

As a result, when the King of Golden Bee took action, he realized that his fused puppet body had actually dropped the chain, which was a little unsupported and could not activate large-scale magical powers.

An hour later, Yang Feng's figure was moving through the air faster and slower, his green armor was already covered with sword marks, and his six arms were even scarred.

Obviously, with Yang Feng's physical strength, he was about to reach his limit.

Yang Feng shouted anxiously in his heart: "Queen Golden Bee, aren't you doing well yet?"

King Jinfeng said: "It's still a little bit too long, just delay it for another half an hour..."

When Yang Feng heard this, a hint of bitterness appeared in his heart, but he didn't say much, so he could only grit his teeth and persevere.

But Hu Shan didn't seem to be willing to spend some time with him. This was not because he saw through Yang Feng's intentions, but because he could no longer hold on.

Hu Shan was bleeding from seven orifices, and he didn't have time to wipe it, and his mind became drowsy.

"Suffer to die!"

Hu Shan forced himself to cheer up, let out a roar from his mouth, and his facial features became distorted.

After the words came, Hu Shan's entire body was blurred and turned into a blood-red light, which merged with his natal flying sword, turned into a huge blood-colored sword light, and rushed toward the direction where Yang Feng was with a thunderous force.

The blood-colored sword light was very fast, and it instantly passed through the sword sea. All the flying swords wherever they passed were avoiding each other, forming a huge hole, allowing Hu Shan to shuttle to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng had been blocked by the sword sea before, and when he saw the bloody sword light, he had no time to dodge.

At this critical moment, he quickly recited the mantra in his heart, and the magic technique was activated, and the shocked sting suddenly started.

At this moment, Hu Shan felt a cold snor suddenly sound in his mind, his voice was extremely cold, causing his entire sea of ​​consciousness to freeze for a moment, and his whole body suddenly became a brief loss of consciousness.

The blood-colored sword light that pierced directly suddenly trembled around Yang Feng's feet, and then there was a brief stagnation.

But it was this instant change that changed the entire battle situation!

The treasure wheel in Yang Feng's body reversed rapidly, and the wind and thunder wings swelled behind him. The green phoenix blood in his body was activated at the same time. His figure blurred and came to the side of the blood-colored sword. The five flying swords in his hand concentrated towards the point on the sword light and stabbed them.

There was a loud "bang" sound!

The blood-colored sword light exploded and violent air waves rushed out, shaking Yang Feng so hard that he vomited blood. He flew back hundreds of feet and crashed into the torrent of thousands of swords.

At the same time, black iron pieces flew out from the explosion of bloody sword light, collided with each other in the air, and recondensed into a black iron voucher.

A figure staggered out of the void, his hair was scattered and his face was nowhere to be looked down upon.

It's not someone else, it's Hu Shan.

But seeing a huge bloody hole breaking open in his chest, his heart was completely shattered, and his body was covered with dark red fine lines, which seemed to be intact, but in fact, they had been torn into countless pieces by the sword energy.

At this moment, he looked crazy, leaning on the long sword with one hand, step by step in the void towards the "Ten Thousand Swords Iron Certificate".

However, every time he took a step forward and approached an inch, a piece of flesh and blood on his body would fall. By the time he reached the iron coupon, he had become a veritable shape and bone-shaped bone-shaped bone-shaped bone-shaped frame, leaving only a snow-white and crystal skeleton.

With a "pop" sound!

The golden sword that the skeleton grabbed in his hand also cracked and turned into countless pieces and flew into scattered areas.

There was a "swoosh" sound!

A golden light flew out from the skeleton sky spirit cap and turned into a golden Yuanying villain several inches in size. He looked at Yang Feng, who was standing firm hundreds of feet away with a tired face. He seemed to have doubts in his eyes and murmured: "Is this... a fate...?"

After saying that, the Nascent Soul also turned into a golden light and disappeared.

Yang Fengyao looked at all this and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

In fact, he didn't have much hatred for Hu Shan, and he was even a fellow at some levels. If he hadn't been too obsessed with him, he wouldn't even want to have such a battle.

As soon as Hu Shan died, the high-altitude sword formation suddenly lost control, and all the flying swords hanging in the sky fell down like heavy rain, falling back into the ruthless sword sea.

Yang Feng flew up, first with a casual move, put away Hu Shan's storage bracelet, then poked out a palm, grabbed the ten thousand sword iron coupon in his hand, and then his figure rose and fell several times, landing on the suspended altar again.

He looked at the iron voucher in his hand, but found that it looked like a broken piece of porcelain, covered with extremely deep cracks, as if he could completely break it with just a little force.

Yang Feng pondered for a moment, his expression slightly moved.

At this moment, he couldn't help but hesitate.

He had also seen the picture of everything in the golden light curtain before, and knew how to activate this sword refining formation, but he was also a little worried about this iron voucher. I wonder if it could be used as a formation hub to support him in completing the sword refining?

He thought for a moment, sat down cross-legged, put the iron coupon aside, took out a pill, and then closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

After a while, he stood up from the ground, picked up the iron coupon of Ten Thousand Swords again, and let out a deep breath of turbid air from his mouth.

"No matter what, I'll try it, it's considered fulfilling your unfulfilled wish." Yang Feng looked at somewhere in the void with a slightly condensed look and said slowly.

After saying that, he threw his palm, and the light on the black iron voucher lit up, and flew back to the altar.

As he muttered something, his hands and fingers changed like wheels, and the clouds under the altar were ignited again and turned into a sea of ​​red fire.

...

At the same time, somewhere in the underworld.

In the sky, a jasper speed vehicle about ten feet long flashed green light and galloped past.

At the front of the speed car, a slender man stood with a long body, holding a round compass-shaped magic weapon in his hand, covering it with a layer of white clouds, but there was a red light spot in the middle, constantly flashing.

"Hey, could it be those people in the Dragon King Palace?"

The man was a little confused and murmured.

The two golden-armored puppets standing behind him, holding long halberds, were still standing still, without any reaction to this.

...

On the hillside of the Wuqing Sword Sect, Lu Yu held the silver sword behind him, and looked up at the top of the peak.

The thick clouds still obscured the field of view. Before, you could hear the huge roars coming from above and feel the amazing fluctuations coming from above, but now you have been resting for a long time.

It seemed that some kind of change had been experienced there, but finally calmed down again.

At her feet, the wooden puppets had long been shattered and scattered all over the ground.

Lu Yu's eyes flashed slightly. After hesitating for a while, he raised his footsteps and began to slowly move up the stone steps, gradually moving away towards the top of the peak.

...

I don’t know how long it took, but on the altar hanging in the air, the green light surging around Yang Feng’s body was already sweating profusely.

His seventy-two immortal swords are now hovering above the hollow area in the middle of the altar, forming a special shape, like a sword formation, surrounded by golden electric wires, making waves of current surges.

Among the blazing flames below, various sword element light balls were floating upwards and pouring into the sword body.

As time goes by, the sword edges in the sword sea below are getting fewer and fewer sword elements are absorbed in the Immortal Divine Sword. The aura emitted from the seventy-two flying swords becomes more and more prosperous.

Yang Feng kept staring at all this, and his heart became more and more nervous.

When the last dozens of sword elements surged into the sword body and were decomposed and swallowed by the entangled golden electric light, a "click" suddenly came from the sky.

"Oh no..." Yang Feng's heart suddenly became tight and he screamed.

As soon as he finished speaking, the iron seals of thousands of swords hanging in the sky burst into a crack, and they were about to collapse.

With Hu Shan’s previous lessons, Yang Feng knew very well the consequences of the collapse of the iron voucher, so he quickly rolled up his sleeves, trying to pull the sword of immortality out of the altar and escape from the distance.

However, as soon as his magic power fluctuation touched his natal flying sword, an electric light mixed with majestic sword energy burst out from the sword body, smashing his sleeves into pieces.

His body also felt a little numb and could not move for a moment.
Chapter completed!