Lord Hong

call out!call out!Whoosh!

Streams of light shot out from Fan Mo'an's body. There were five cyan flying swords, one top-grade spiritual weapon flying sword, and four top-grade flying swords.

Five powerful flying swords.

Taking the flying sword as the core of the top-quality spiritual weapon, it instantly gathered to form a blue giant sword about six feet long, and the giant sword burst out with terrifying power.

Immediately plunged into sword energy within a radius of tens of feet.

The mighty sword energy surrounded Fan Mo'an's body, as if surrounded by thousands of flying swords, the momentum was so overwhelming that one couldn't look directly at it.

"Go!" Fan Mo'an spit out the word coldly.

boom!

The cyan giant sword, like a cyan dragon, roared and rushed towards Yunhong. The terrifying sword energy emanating from the giant sword caused many immortals in the martial arts field to flee in terror.

And the number of immortals who were far away and fled earlier looked at the two people who were fighting wildly in shock.

too strong.

Whether it was Yun Hong who attacked and killed, or Fan Mo'an who resisted Yun Hong, the strength that erupted at this moment was terrifying.

The distance of tens of feet.

For true immortals.

It only takes a moment to fly over.

Yunhong's eruption speed is indeed very fast, but the cyan giant sword formed by the sword array is faster, weirder, and more swift!

"Last time, only a top-grade spiritual weapon, the flying sword, failed to stop you. This time, I burst out with all my strength to form a sword formation. I don't believe it, but I can't stop you." Fan Mo'an gritted his teeth and tried his best to control, his eyes fixed on Yunhong.

However, what Fan Mo'an didn't expect was that.

Facing this terrifying sword array.

Yunhong, who was flying at high speed, did not slow down at all.

"Last time, the hasty fight was indeed not Fan Mo'an's strongest strength." Yun Hong's eyes were extremely cold.

"However, I am not as strong as last time."

Boom!

Under the shocked eyes of more than ten immortals and Fan Mo'an.

I saw a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from Yunhong's body.

The next moment, his body began to soar to a height of one foot at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a god, becoming extremely burly, beyond ordinary people's imagination.

A golden air flow is scattered all over the body, there is a hidden thunder, and there is a gust of wind whistling around the body, exuding an endless and majestic aura.

Divine Art - World God Combat Physique!

It was the first time that Yunhong really performed the strongest magic in the Great Thousand Realms.

I just felt that the power under my control had skyrocketed unprecedentedly, and the basic power of divine power had directly jumped two levels, and even the power of true essence became dispensable, which made the basic power controlled by Yunhong soar to the peak level of the real fairyland in an instant!

Cooperate with Yunhong's swordsmanship.

It can be said that Yun Hong at this moment is a powerful monk at the peak of the real fairyland.

Momentum, fighting spirit.

this moment.

All soared to the peak.

"Kill!" Yun Hong let out a roar that shook the sky.

Fan Mo'an manipulated the giant sword surrounded by cyan air, like a dragon, piercing through the sky with a palpitating edge.

In an instant, it collided with the dazzling sword light from the divine sword in Yunhong's hand.

"Not good." Fan Mo'an's expression suddenly changed, as soon as the two sides touched, he felt something was wrong.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Eight horrific collisions in a row.

"Boom——" Accompanied by the sound of unprecedented collisions and explosions, the air twisted, and the agitation of the true essence scattered in all directions with the airflow.

"Oh!"

In the ninth clash, the imposing cyan giant sword was blown apart by Yun Hong, and flying swords were thrown around, even the top-grade spiritual weapon flying sword was no exception.

"what?"

"The powerful sword array that Fan Mo'an unleashed was broken apart by Yun Hong in such a short time?"

"How can the body become so huge? What kind of secret technique is this?" A senior immortal who fled to the distance to watch the battle was shocked.

They had heard of Yunhong's record in the world of life and death.

Knowing that Yunhong's melee combat is extremely powerful and terrifying.

but.

The scene in front of them was still far beyond their imagination.

"Yunhong's strength has been improved through the inheritance of the relics." Xu Qiong, who came to the door, was also shocked at the scene in front of him.

She is well aware of Yunhong's strength.

Just a few hours ago, it was not so powerful. There is only one situation that can explain it-inheritance in the ruins.

"Yunhong's strength is so strong?" Ye Gaoxuan was equally astonished: "The power of this sword is probably no less than that of Yanglou True Immortal."

"boom!"

The majestic Yunhong, who was one foot high and mighty like a demon god, continuously cut out the sword light and split the flying sword array, but the speed was only slightly reduced.

Simultaneously using Huahong and Jieshen Battle Body, Yunhong's speed was so fast that it made people tremble, and he rushed in front of Fan Mo'an in an instant, and the light of the divine sword in his hand was even more restrained and sharp.

"Wow!"

As soon as he slashed out with a sword, the light of the sword was extremely dazzling, as if it was about to tear apart the heavens and the earth, and directly struck the huge and thick shield.

"Boom~" With a loud shock, the shield was thrown away again.

"No!"

"How is it possible!" Fan Mo'an, who was hiding behind the shield, was completely stunned.

His sword formation with the top-grade spiritual weapon flying sword as the core is definitely in the middle stage of the real fairyland.

Fan Mo'an thought that Yunhong's strength would improve.

However, according to Fan Mo'an's thinking, even if it is the world god system, it is only the first level, no matter how powerful it is, how strong can it be?

At the middle stage of the naive fairyland, it can be compared with the sword array.

but.

Yunhong's explosive strength was beyond Fan Mo'an's imagination, which also meant that he was in danger.

"Such a terrifying attack is definitely at the peak level of the True Immortal Realm. How could it be possible? How can he explode such terrifying combat power as a Shangxian?" Fan Mo'an couldn't figure it out at all.

Even the World God system shouldn't.

"boom!"

Fan Mo'an tried his best to escape backwards.

just.

In terms of speed, Yunhong was much faster than him, so he caught up with him in a flash.

"Kill!" Yun Hong's eyes were cold, merciless, the divine sword in his hand swept towards Fan Mo'an, not allowing him to dodge at all.

"King Zhenyang, why don't you come here!" Fan Mo'an gritted his teeth.

His eyes were full of grief and indignation.

"Om~" A layer of blue light emerged, instantly covering Fan Moan's body.

"boom!"

An inconceivable power was instantly transmitted through this layer of blue light, even though the blue light weakened most of its power.

Only a small part of the remaining impact also caused Fan Mo'an to be seriously injured in an instant.

"puff!"

In an instant, Fan Mo'an felt that his limbs were about to be broken, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The astonishing impact contained in this sword light, if it hadn't been weakened by the blue light, he might have died directly.

"Damn it!"

Fan Mo'an roared in his heart: "I finally survived from the Dragon Burial Realm, and I also got the inheritance from the outer sect of the Luoxiao Palace... I haven't become a cultivator of spiritual consciousness yet! I can't die! I can't die!"

Whoosh!

Fan Mo'an still wanted to escape backwards.

"Treasure for protection?" Yun Hong's eyes were cold.

Protective treasures that can protect true immortals are generally not found in the human race.

Because monks in the realm of spiritual knowledge could not produce such treasures, this undoubtedly confirmed Yun Hong's conjecture.

Whoa!

Without any hesitation, Yun Hong swung his divine sword at Fan Mo'an again.

fast.

Your own speed must be fast.

Yun Hong already felt several powerful auras rising from the distant city, and the four palace masters were rushing towards him.

"I can't die!" Fan Mo'an roared in his heart, resisting the pain, frantically urging his true essence to escape, trying to avoid the sword.

"Oh!"

This slash by Yun Hong's sword made the blue light on Fan Mo'an's body tremble again, but it still didn't shatter, and his whole body was even thrown flying.

puff!puff!

Only a small part of the impact force spread to the whole body, which made Fan Mo'an feel that his body was going to explode, his internal organs were partially shattered, the blood flowed wildly, and countless cracks appeared on the surface of the skin.

but.

Fan Mo'an still relied on his strong willpower to support him.

He has only one thought - survive!

Whoosh!Whoosh!

Under his control, the five flying swords once again condensed into a sword array, which was astonishingly powerful, and roared towards Yun Hong, trying to stop him.

And he himself continued to fly.

"He's still not dead?" Yun Hong, who was like a little giant with his World God Battle Body, had cold eyes.

Even a consummated monk in the real fairyland, with a physical body and a battle armor, who bears his own two swords in a row, will undoubtedly die.

"Oh!"

This time, Yun Hong slashed the sword formation again with just one strike.

"Whoosh!"

"Fan Mo'an, die." Yun Hong rushed out suddenly, under the two great magic arts, his speed was terrifyingly fast, nearly three times that of Fan Mo'an.

In just an instant, he caught up with Fan Mo'an again.

Fan Mo'an was covered in blood, he didn't even know how many bones were broken, and he looked miserable.

"Yunhong, don't kill me, I still have a big secret, I can tell you, spare me!" Fan Mo'an said through voice transmission in horror.

Fan Mo'an was really desperate.

Yunhong's combat power made him tremble.

He is also afraid of death.