Tian Yuan

Including Mo Ping, there were eight people in total, and all the strongest members of the Holy Elephant Ancient Clan showed their faces.

In order to deal with Li Muyang, it can be said that all the troops were mobilized and they did not dare to be careless.

"It's getting interesting."

Facing this group of old guys who suddenly joined, Li Muyang had a calm expression without a trace of fear.

"Zheng——"

The Guiyang Sword in his hand shook slightly, and the sword chanted like a song, playing the prelude to a new chapter in the great world, and it was also a tone symbolizing the farewell to the ancient Holy Elephant Clan.

"There's no need to waste time, just ask for the ancestral weapon!"

An old guy suggested.

"After all, he is the Chang Geng Sword Immortal, so bury him with the highest etiquette!"

All the elders nodded in agreement.

"Although some of the original power will be lost, this is the safest way."

In fact, these ancestors of the ancient clan were very afraid of Li Muyang's strength. If they did not use their trump cards directly, any mistake would likely lead to their own demise.

Therefore, in order to avoid putting oneself in danger, the best way is to sacrifice the ancestral weapon and suppress everything.

"It will take some time, but if we work together, we can definitely delay it."

As a result, a total of eight old men wearing luxurious brocade clothes attacked Li Muyang in perfect agreement.

They all summoned out their own innate Taoist soldiers, unleashing terrifying power.

The pressure gradually increased, but Li Muyang was not afraid at all, and instead felt a sense of excitement.

These old guys are very powerful and are really good whetstones, which makes people happy.

"Chong"

There was another burst of sword sound, and Li Muyang turned into a mysterious light invisible to the naked eye, shuttled throughout the void, and took the initiative to attack with fierce force.

The Three-Seven Sword Style is considered one of the most powerful sword techniques in the world.

Every corner of the battlefield is filled with the surge of supreme sword intent.

The sea of ​​swords is boundless, and the world is in turmoil.

If it weren't for the protection of the clan-protecting formation, more than half of the clan would have been wiped out by the residual power of the war.

Even when fighting against a group of heroes alone, Li Muyang still maintained his ability to attack and defend, and did not fall behind.

A sword cultivator who has achieved success is inherently stronger than cultivators at the same level, let alone a peerless swordsman who is about to reach the peak of the Divine Bridge.

"Tear--"

The sword light flashed across, slicing open the skins of several ancient ancestors, and all the defense methods they had used were broken, exposing the cold white bones.

"boom"

Mo Ping held up a huge hammer and blocked most of the sword's might. With a swing, he would cause the void to collapse and the Dao to become chaotic.

It's a pity that no matter how powerful your killing skills are, you can't touch even half of Li Muyang's hair.

There are countless sword shadows, it is difficult to find the true and false ones.

Fighting one against eight with ease.

"Rumble, rumble..."

After fighting for about a quarter of an hour, Li Muyang's swordsmanship became more and more fierce. He found an opportunity and cut off the head of an ancient ancestor in blue with one sword, causing his aura to be disordered and blood to spurt out.

"Help me!"

The head was separated from the body, and the face was ferocious, full of fear.

Because the cut on the neck still had the sharp sword intent, the head and the body could not heal. Therefore, a rather funny scene appeared on the battlefield.

The old ancestor held his head with his left hand and controlled the Taoist soldier with his right hand. The spiritual power in his body was still trying to wipe out the sword intent at the wound, praying that his Taoist body could recover as soon as possible.

Fortunately, he had a life-saving trump card, so he was not worried about his life for the time being. Otherwise, this sword would have severed his heart and shattered his soul.

"boom!"

Seeing this scene, the others immediately came over and forced Li Muyang back hundreds of miles.

The eight top Taoist weapons bloomed in all their glory, dazzling and accompanied by many strange sights.

The seriously injured old ancestor hid at the back, blood gushing out from the wound on his neck, soaking his clothes, a blinding scarlet color.

"Woo——"

At this time, deep inside the Holy Elephant Ancient Clan, the ground shook slightly, and the sound of Taoism sounded. The Zhen clan’s imperial soldiers are recovering and will soon be exposed to the world.

Consume the basic strength of the clan in order to make the clan's weapon work as hard as possible and destroy all invading enemies.

"The ancestral weapon will be revived."

Feeling a trace of the aura fluctuation of the ancestral weapon, Mo Ping and others looked happy, as if they had seen the scene of Li Muyang being suppressed.

If we delay for a little longer, this farce can be calmed down.

The idea is good, but the actual situation is always unsatisfactory.

In the void somewhere near the battlefield, Nangong Ge stood with his hands behind his back, his face expressionless, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"It's time for the show to begin."

What Nangong Ge was waiting for was the moment when the Shengxiang Ancient Clan used their weapon to suppress the clan.

The original power of the ancient tribe is the result of the strength and luck of the ancestor, which protects the tribe and benefits the descendants. The original law cannot be supplemented by external objects, and it will be reduced every time it is used.

After being passed down to today, the major ancient clans actually have very little original power left. At best, they can only exert a few times the full power of the clan’s imperial soldiers.

Without the power of the original foundation, it is extremely difficult for the Zhen clan imperial soldiers to show their peerless style, and it is impossible for ordinary people to do it.

Even if he is a quasi-emperor, he may not be able to truly control the imperial weapon.

"Array up!"

The time was almost right, and Nangong Ge made up his mind.

The Dayan Zhoutian Formation that had been arranged long ago was started immediately and was operating normally.

The main city galaxy of the Holy Elephant Ancient Clan was suddenly covered by an unknown and terrifying force.

An invisible barrier has sealed off this area, but no bloodline of the ancient Shengxiang clan can enter or exit.

"What's that smell? It gives me an ominous feeling."

Many high-ranking members of the Holy Elephant Ancient Clan noticed the unusual changes in the laws, but they could not find the cause. They frowned and could not help feeling uneasy.

"The ancestors of our clan have woken up and are not afraid of any weird things."

The clan leader has not taken any action, concentrating on mobilizing the basic power to activate the ancestral artifact buried in the core of the main city.

As the leader of a clan, his strength is naturally not weak. He is at the peak of the Seven Steps of Shenqiao. His power spreads out, making many clan members around him put away their worries and become extremely confident.

Among the monks from all sides who were watching the battle from a distance, there were many truly powerful ones, and there were also strong men from other ancient races.

"The Holy Elephant Ancient Clan is about to mobilize the power to protect the clan."

"The Chang Geng Sword Immortal is truly terrifying. With his own strength, he has made it difficult for all the ancestors of the Holy Elephant Ancient Clan to breathe."

"It's a pity that the ancient clan's heritage is too terrible. No ordinary person can compete with the clan's weapon. Even the strongest swordsman in the world can't do it."

"Don't forget, the Sword Immortal has been inherited by King Jing. That token is not a common thing."

"With the blessing of King Jing's order, it shouldn't be difficult for the Sword Immortal to escape if he is determined. However, if he doesn't want to leave, this will be his burial place."

Such a shocking event broke out suddenly, and countless monks were still rushing on their way.

Some powerful people who could see the situation on the battlefield talked to each other, their words were full of admiration and surprise, and their faces were full of shock.