Tian Yuan

No one questioned the Sword Master's personal performance; all were filled with admiration and awe.

Even though the Sword Immortal has extraordinary combat power, many people still think that the winner will definitely not be the Sword Immortal.

In their view, the power of one person is ultimately limited and it is difficult to shake the immortal ancient clan that has been passed down for millions of years.

"The time has come to take it seriously."

Li Muyang sensed the special changes in the laws of the star field, and he knew without guessing that Nangong Ge was about to take action.

Therefore, Li Muyang could not continue sharpening his sword. He had to show his true strength, hold the sword in his hand, cut through the thorns on the road ahead, and reach the top.

"I want to reach the top, please die."

Then, Li Muyang let out a long roar, and the power of his sword became even stronger.

The pressure on Mo Ping, who was facing a head-on battle, increased significantly. He couldn't help but retreat far back. The giant hammer in his hand began to vibrate violently, as if to express fear.

"what happened?"

After fighting for such a long time, Mo Ping had consumed a lot of energy and blood. Now he is a white-haired old man with dry and black skin, like a huge mummy. It is difficult to find any sign of life.

"Wow—"

The other seven ancestors could not bear the power and were injured one after another. Either he spits out a mouthful of thick blood, or his internal organs explode.

Even the spectators who were particularly far away from the battlefield felt a suffocating feeling coming towards them.

It goes without saying who the source is.

"What a terrible smell. It's stronger than before."

Many powerful people's eyes widened and their hearts heaved violently.

"Could it be..."

Some people boldly speculated, and the horror in their eyes became even more intense.

"Zheng——"

After just a few breaths, Li Muyang's aura began to change dramatically, his eyes were like torches, his hair was flying, and his clothes were fluttering.

Take a step forward with your left foot!

Taking this step feels like crossing hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers, crossing a chasm with no end visible to the naked eye.

The whole world is paying attention to it, and it is in stark contrast to all others.

"clang"

As a unique Taoist chant sounded, circles of faint waves of law rose from the surface of Li Muyang and spread in all directions.

The Guiyang Sword in his hand exuded a sharper edge than before.

The strange scene of Shenqiao suddenly appeared.

Located at Li Muyang's feet, it was lifted to a height that no one in the world could look up to.

"One sword reaches the sky, sending you all off."

A soft word is like a judgment.

Being in a special state where his realm has not yet been truly broken through, Li Muyang tightly grasped the Guiyang Sword and swung it hard at the group of old guys in front of him.

At the same moment, Mo Ping and others smelled the smell of death, as if a terrifying wave had overwhelmed themselves. Fear instantly appeared on their faces, and they all walked towards the clan's formation, praying for the ancestral weapon to be revived quickly.

"Swish"

The invisible sword light seemed to cut through the endless sea of ​​stars in the blink of an eye, and the place it went to was the main city of the ancient Holy Elephant clan.

"Boom"

There was a loud noise, and all eight Taoist weapons floating on the battlefield had cracks. Then the cracks broke apart, splitting the Taoist weapons in two. The ultimate Taoist rhyme immediately collapsed, and there was no more killing intent.

The giant hammer, Taoist stele, roulette wheel, stone ball and other Taoist artifacts were all destroyed without exception.

Due to the obstruction of the Taoist weapon, more than half of the sword's power was absorbed.

Even if you did this, except for Mo Ping, the other seven people were all cut in half by the sword light.

This time, no such luck.

The sword intent penetrated into the body along the wound, locking the soul.

The seven ancestors tried every possible means to save their souls, but were unable to do so. In the end, they were devoured by the sword, their lives were cut off, and there was no sign of struggle left.

They could have huddled within the clan-protecting formation and directly activated their ancestral weapons to suppress foreign enemies. However, they never expected that Li Muyang's strength would reach such a terrifying level.

By the time they reacted, it was already too late.

"what!"

A huge wound appeared on Mo Ping's body, and blood kept flowing out. He managed to escape into the formation, turned around and looked at his dead tribesmen, and shouted at the top of his lungs, filled with anger, fear, and helplessness.

If I had known this, I would have never dared to fight Li Muyang head-on.

"Woo!"

A wave spread in all directions with Li Muyang as the center.

The extremely powerful force broke through the layers of starry sky and enveloped the entire galaxy.

The magical bridge beneath your feet looks as if it were real.

The billions of sword beams around are brilliant and dazzling.

Nine steps to the Divine Bridge, done!

From the moment he wielded the twenty-second sword style, Li Muyang was already standing at the top of the Divine Bridge. It will take time to improve your realm.

Now, the breath has changed, and spiritual energy is pouring into it like a huge wave.

The pressure of the quasi-emperor in the ninth step flooded the sky for hundreds of millions of miles.

Everyone saw this scene and felt this unique pressure. Their faces were full of shock and horror.

"Chang Geng Sword Immortal has entered the realm of quasi-emperor!"

Countless powerful people made horrifying sounds, their souls trembled, and their hearts worshiped.

"He ascended to the Dao by testing the sword with the Immortal Ancient Clan, with unparalleled grace and demeanor. Few people in the world can match him."

The figure of the Sword Immortal is engraved deep in the memory of many people, and they are in awe.

"The Holy Elephant Ancient Clan has revived its ancestral weapon. It's not too late for Li Muyang to escape now. If he doesn't leave now, he'll be in trouble."

Although some of the ancestors of the ancient clans who came to watch the fun were surprised at Li Muyang's improved strength, they still maintained a certain calmness and did not think that the foundation of the Holy Elephant Ancient Clan would be shaken.

No matter how strong the quasi-emperor is, he can't be stronger than the fully awakened imperial soldiers.

Moreover, Li Muyang had just entered the ninth step, and he still needed some time to stabilize his realm. Logically speaking, he should not fight at this time, as it would easily shake his foundation and cause him to fall back to a lower realm.

"kill!"

With so many people dead, Mo Ping, as the ancestor of the Holy Elephant Clan, naturally would not let it go.

Even if Li Muyang's strength increases greatly, he will definitely not be able to stop the power of the ancestral weapon.

Thinking like this, Mo Ping personally activated the original power and made the clan-suppressing weapon appear in front of the world.

"clang--"

When the emperor's army appears, all things begin to move.

With a startling sound, a huge vortex of laws appeared above the Holy Elephant Ancient Clan.

At the core of the vortex, the void exploded.

Immediately afterwards, a blood-red giant bow appeared.

The name of this unparalleled weapon forged by the ancestor of the Holy Elephant Clan is the God-Suppressing Bow.

The name is very domineering, and it has a kind of ambition to swallow the sky and the earth.

The giant bow stood erect like a high mountain.

With the infusion of the original power, the bow string began to pull, and a power far beyond the common sense of the world gathered on the God-Suppressing Bow.

This power locked onto Li Muyang and was about to explode.

Facing the resurrected imperial soldiers, even though he had achieved the quasi-emperor state, it was still difficult for Li Muyang to compete with his own strength. A sense of danger swept through his body, and the sword in his hand vibrated violently.

"call out!"

The next moment, the bowstring sprang, and a blood-red arrow condensed, containing the breath of destruction, piercing through the sky for millions of miles and flattening everything in front.

At the same time, the Great Evolution Zhoutian Formation was no longer hidden, and was truly revealed. A ray of green light rushed out from the center of the formation and rushed towards the blood-colored arrow.

This green light is the token of King Jing.

It was borrowed by Nangong Ge before and integrated into the formation to make it stronger.