In the chaotic battlefield, the eighteen old men of Zhisheng Cliff stood together and moved forward.

There was no breath released on them, their bodies were very light, silent, and they ignored the battlefield, but floated to the direction where Ye Futian and the others were.

A huge monster, Nine-Headed Dragon, killed the group of people. The nine heads spit out terrible black mist and drown the void. The terrible black mist contained corrosive forces, and the air turned into a viscous thing.

However, the old men from Zhisheng Cliff did not stop at all and continued to float forward. They even closed their eyes directly, and an invisible spiritual force enveloped the space where they were.

In an instant, the black fog seemed to be imprisoned. Not only that, the nine-headed dragon also seemed to feel an extremely dangerous aura, and made a low roar with a irritable roar.

A strand of invisible spiritual power invaded, and the nine-headed dragon's body suddenly turned around, trying to escape, and he felt his soul like it was wrapped in endless silk threads.

At this moment, the old men who closed their eyes spit out obscure sounds, and an invisible spiritual storm was born between heaven and earth.

The old man in the lead suddenly opened his eyes, and the obscure voice turned into an invisible force, sweeping out. In an instant, the black fog covering the space disappeared instantly, and invisible. The nine-headed dragon made a roar of pain, and the nine heads roared wildly. Soon, they fell down weakly, and their huge body fell towards the lower sky.

The eighteen old men were still floating forward, and their white clothes were spotless and without a trace of dust. The old man in charge closed his eyes again, but at this time the invisible spiritual will power seemed to be everywhere.

"Be careful, be a spiritual practitioner." Daozang Xianjun said, and he and many powerful people from the Tao Palace were guarding Ye Futian.

Hua Jieyu looked at the other party with beautiful eyes. From the killing technique released by the other party, she felt the power similar to her. It was indeed the power of the spiritual rules. Eighteen strong men shared their mental power and turned into a spiritual mage battle formation, and attacked by the strongest man.

These eighteen people are very old-fashioned figures in Zhisheng Cliff. They are good at spiritual secret techniques and kill people invisibly. They are extremely terrible. If Zhisheng Cliff had not been facing a catastrophe now, they would not have appeared.

At this moment, an invisible spiritual will power came and swept towards them.

"Attention." Daozang Xianjun said, and Ye Futian, who was playing, suddenly felt an invisible invasion of the power of spiritual will, which was very domineering.

His piano sound suddenly changed, and the spiritual power of the powerful people around his body gathered together, turning into an invisible storm of mental power to resist the invasion of that spiritual power.

Mental power attacks are invisible, and the power of the mental system rules is even more terrible. If you kill people invisibly, you have to be careful.

"I'll deal with them." Hua Jieyu took a step forward, and suddenly a terrible spiritual power was born from her. Her long skirt fluttered and her black hair was flying. She was heroic and charming during the battle.

"Okay." Ye Futian nodded, and a wisp of piano sound floated towards Hua Jieyu's mind. Suddenly, all the mental power in the piano sound formation penetrated into Hua Jieyu's spiritual will and was controlled by her.

A stronger spiritual will erupted from Hua Jieyu, and a ray of holy power spread out, as if a phantom appeared.

Now Hua Jieyu's realm is already a middle-grade wise man, and it is easier to use the power of a saint, not to mention the amplification of the piano formation. Her palm stretched out, and the divine whip appeared in her hand, raised her arm and thrust into the void. A crisp sound came out, and in an instant the invading spiritual will power was instantly withdrawn, as if she was hit.

The old man opposite continued to spit out an obscure sound, and a stronger spiritual will rule power suddenly bloomed. An extremely huge demon shadow appeared on the sky, a slut, and he opened his mouth and spit out a sound, roaring the world, and the mountains and rivers were broken. Many powerful people around him felt that their souls were about to be shattered.

Hua Jieyu's crown soul is extremely gorgeous. There are endless light spots floating around her body. A strange force is born between heaven and earth. Another sacred phantom shines behind Hua Jieyu. The phantom is blurred and exudes a sacred light. A terrible roar comes. The invisible sound waves continue to impact Hua Jieyu's mental power, but she is not moved at all.

At this moment, Hua Jieyu's body floated forward. She looked up slightly. At this moment, the bright beautiful eyes turned into a terrible spiritual storm, so beautiful that it was strange. Endless spiritual storm swept out. At this moment, the spiritual will power of the old man opposite had nowhere to hide, and all of them appeared. The faces of the old man changed instantly. They actually felt an irresistible force, and they could not do it even if they wanted to retract their spiritual will.

Hua Jieyu's strange eyes suddenly released purple spiritual thunder storm, and instantly blasted out, hitting the opponent's mental power released. The huge body of the storm in the void trembled violently.

The eyes of the eighteen strong men changed drastically. When they looked at Hua Jieyu, they seemed to be attracted by the beautiful and monstrous pupils, and they could not move them away. There was an irresistible power of will in them.

The next moment, they felt that their spiritual will was invaded, and their eyes seemed to be able to penetrate their eyebrows and penetrate into their minds. The purple spiritual storm penetrated directly. They only felt like rootless duckweed, presenting them in front of the other side without any defense.

"Slay." Hua Jieyu spitted a cold sound from her mouth. The next moment, a light of destruction was released from her pupils, and she rushed directly into the minds of the eighteen strong men. In just a moment, the spiritual will of the eighteen strong men were directly attacked with devastating attacks, and the soul seemed to be cut into endless fragments.

Then, their bodies fell weakly and fell at the same moment.

Hua Jieyu's eyes returned to normal, the soul of life and the phantom behind him disappeared, and Ye Futian's piano sound also disappeared from her.

A strange light flashed in his eyes. Since returning from the trial, Jieyu has been practicing extremely hard. She also needs to practice when she rests. Today's battle has revealed its strength beyond the past. Moreover, the power she released just now made Ye Futian vaguely feel an extremely powerful pressure of will, as if it did not belong to Hua Jieyu himself.

Perhaps, Jieyu, like Wuchen, also has his own chance. This is naturally a time of happiness, and he will not ask about it. Maybe Jieyu wants to surprise him.

"Jie Yu and Master Daozang are by my side. You all go to the battle." Ye Futian said to the others. The third brother and the others have become very strong after returning from the trial. Even in this level of battle, they are still qualified to participate. The Battle of Zhisheng Cliff can be used to temper their strength.

As for Ye Futian himself, he had no intention of taking action.

He had shown weakness once in Xihua Holy Mountain and deliberately defeated Liu Zong in order to let the other party relax his vigilance and directly came to Zhisheng Cliff.

Today, he will not participate in the war and show his true combat power. It would be better if the Xihua Holy Mountain and the Great Zhou Holy Dynasty continued to misunderstand. Even if they doubted, they would not be sure of the level of their true strength.

In this way, there may be unexpected results in the future jihad.

Of course, the reason why he did not plan to take action was that he had an absolute advantage throughout the audience, and any battlefield was to ensure that these important figures would not be damaged and could suppress and kill their opponents.

The fall of the eighteen strong men had a great impact on the people of Zhisheng Cliff. The eighteen strong men were hidden cultivators of Zhisheng Cliff, all of whom were good at the same ability, spiritual system, and when they joined forces, they were terrible.

However, he was killed by the young woman who was born with great beauty. He seemed to be Ye Futian's wife.

At the same time, no one could stop the Knife Saint's killing, and all battlefields were suppressed. If the battle continues like this, Zhisheng Cliff may really be completely destroyed.

At this time, in the battlefield, Ge Feng roared angrily and repelled the nine powerful men including Qin Zhuang. The silver trident in his hand lies across the sky, and the endless thunder rules of the sky fell down. In front of the holy weapon, a circular storm that annihilated everything was gradually gathered, as if it could devour everything.

He knew that the top nine sons of the Holy Cliff, and the strong ones on the list of wise men on the list of wise men, there were only 81 people on the list of wise men, and there were only more than 60 people ahead of him. Now, holding the holy weapon, he was actually suppressed by the nine sword cultivators on the other side. This was simply a shame.

A terrifying sound was heard, and the nine heavenly divine thunder above the sky seemed to be a disaster of destruction. The lightning swept towards the entire battlefield, but only the nine people in the opposite void were under the strongest pressure.

The nine powerful men of Qinzhuang stood in a circle, and endless swords appeared in front of them, stretching across the sky. Each sword was a substantial sword, turning into a rotating sword map, swallowing and spitting out the dazzling sword light.

At this time, Qin Zhuang was standing in the middle of the sword formation, and the nine sword cultivators were the strongest, so he was naturally the main formation.

His expression was quite solemn. Ge Feng seemed to have gone wild and wanted to launch the strongest attack. In the thunder storm of destruction ahead, there were a wisp of holy power, which came from the holy weapon.

The increase in the holy weapon is very terrifying for top sages, especially the holy weapon that suits him. Back then, Zhuge Qingfeng was able to fight Kong Yao, who ranked ninth in the sage list, to protect Wolong Mountain with his holy weapon.

Ge Feng himself is a figure on the list of wise men, and this holy weapon is also stronger than the holy weapon of the Zhuge family. It is conceivable how powerful it is.

"The sword is back." Qin Zhuang said. After he finished speaking, all the sword intents of the nine heavens were unified and integrated into the sword formation. The sword intent of the nine sword cultivators also merged into his body. At this moment, the sword map in front of Qin Zhuang seemed to be able to break through this sky.

"Yankong." Ge Feng shouted loudly, stepped out, and the trident in his hand assassinated forward. At this moment, he even gave up his defense and gathered all his strength in this attack, enough to annihilate and destroy everything.

The destructive storm swallowed the world and the doomsday thunder tribulation came. However, the moment he attacked, Qin Zhuang also moved. His body seemed to merge into the sword map, and he spit out a sword light in front of him. The boundless and dazzling sword light directly penetrated the space, leaving a gorgeous straight line in the void.

The dazzling light rushed into the storm and flashed away. Ge Feng's expression was extremely ferocious and cruel, with a hint of determination to kill everything in his eyes, but at this moment, a light flashed away. The next moment, Ge Feng's pupils shrank, and an extreme sense of fear appeared in his ruthless eyes.

Ge Feng looked down slightly at his chest, where a dazzling sword light sucked out an extremely terrifying sword intent, tearing it apart at his body bit by bit. The light on his body became brighter and brighter. Ge Feng's pupils continued to expand and he roared: "No..."

Accompanied by this endless voice of fear, his body turned into extremely dazzling sword lights, blooming towards all directions of the world, completely annihilated and disappeared.

Behind Ge Feng, a figure appeared there, which was Qin Zhuang. At that moment, he merged into the sword formation and then burst out with extreme speed and ultimate killing power.

Destructive thunder lights were wandering on Qin Zhuang's body. Blood appeared on the corners of his mouth, and his body turned into a burnt black sieve. It felt uncomfortable to pass through the thunder storm that annihilated the void.

However, Ge Feng, the strong man on the list of saints in the Saint Cliff, died.

With a flash, Qin Zhuang appeared at the place where Ge Feng fell and caught the trident falling into the sky.

In today's battle, the Supreme Holy Dao Palace of the Desolate State will not only make Zhisheng Cliff lose its combat power, but they will naturally not let Zhisheng Cliff go!
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