"This guy...is he also a sword cultivator?"

“Huhu————”

At this moment, the sword force spread out, and the fragments of armor, stones, dust and even branches and leaves scattered on the ground were touched, as if they were shrouded in some kind of force, and then slowly floated up.

"What's the situation!"

"Why did everything on the ground float up?"

"What does this have to do with kendo?"

The plane warrior was confused.

The sword is cultivated by the sword, why does the sharp sword force interfere with every tree and every tree?

"brush!"

Jun Changxiao gently raised the Zhenyang Sword, and the floating fragments, stones and other objects flew over, and suddenly formed a cloud of light like a strip in the air!

Zhou Hong exclaimed: "The second way of returning to the sect of Ten Thousand Swords is to make all things a sword!"

There are not many powerful sword skills in Wangu Sect, and there are only two types of them that are really used to practice. One is the Ling Jian Shen Jue, and the other is the Wanjian Guizong.

Zhou Hong was always meditating the Ling Jian Divine Art in a quiet manner, and rarely comprehending the Wanjian Guizong, because it is very difficult to practice just one advanced sword skill at the extreme, so what are the intentions to practice two kinds of practice?

"brush!"

"brush!"

The dense sword lights flew over like locusts.

Although the warriors on all planes were far enough, they all saw the flowing light shrouded by the sword force and their hair stood up.

This quantity, this intensity!

If you attack yourself, you will definitely be stabbed into a sieve!

"brush!"

"brush!"

The battlefield ghost did not realize how terrifying the dense sword lights were, and still gathered all kinds of energy to kill them.

Jun Chang smiled and said coldly: "I used all things as swords for the first time. Today I will take you to sacrifice to the sky!"

"Swish swish swish!"

"Swish swish swish swish swish————”

Thousands of streams of light burst out, and tiny sword marks were left in the space!

"Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding!"

In an instant, countless sword lights shot out, and the crisp sound rang out like a beautiful rhythm.

All the warriors gradually opened their mouths because they witnessed with their own eyes how nearly a thousand armored battlefield ghosts were stabbed into sieves!

The picture is too gorgeous and spectacular!

"Plop!"

"Plop!"

One by one, the battlefield ghosts fell to the ground with holes.

“…”

The expression on the plane warrior's face remained dull.

Previously, Zhou Hong wiped out hundreds of people with one sword, which had already shocked them. Now Jun Changxiao wiped out thousands of people, which must have once again deeply shocked his mind and soul!

Damn it!

Too scary!
Chapter completed!