In the distance, the sharp edge tore through everything, and Bu Jianguang's pupils narrowed no more than the sword light.

He looked at Xue Kuang in disbelief, but the latter could only sneer.

"There is nothing we can do. Yujing Tower suffered heavy losses, and someone has to pay the price."

Among the ten powerful people present, half were from the two sects of Divine Sword and Changsheng, but at this moment, they were all silent.

The iron plate was kicked, and some people were shocked and frightened. Comparing the movements, it was clear that the two sects were definitely no match.

At this moment, the two masters felt as if they had eaten flies.

Behind, many disciples of Yujing Tower heard Xuekuan's words, and they all looked at the movement in the distance with fiery eyes. There were actually such existences in the building.

The battle between the two powerful immortals did not happen overnight. At least as night fell and faded away, the movement in the sky remained unchanged.

The sword energy that filled the sky never dissipated, and the red burning sensation never retreated. The battle between the two shocked the entire region, and also made both sides sigh.

With Zhenwu Sword in hand, Wu Yixian looked at Sanzhang Hanba, "This is my first hearty battle in the realm of the same realm, but it's a pity..."

"From the first moment I saw you, I never felt fatal."

The next moment, the endless sword energy hanging on the entire Xuantian Territory swayed, and then rushed towards the battlefield at an unstoppable speed.

Just like the sun's rays flowing backwards, in an instant, the entire Xuantian domain lit up with brilliant golden meteors, which finally gathered in the three-foot green front.

Like a sharp sword, the dazzling golden world pierced the red realm, but when the first ray of sunlight shined through the sky on their faces, everyone felt the coolness of the breeze.

"Zhenwu Sword Jue - Xiuge!"

The blazing heat that shrouded the world disappeared, and the bright golden color disappeared after blooming. In front of Wu Yixian, Han Ba ​​returned to his normal height and sat slumped on the throne.

Under the light of the sword, all his magical weapons disintegrated.

Holding five magic weapons, the final winner is Wu Yixian who holds a sword with one hand. As promised to the god before, one sword is enough!

Deep in the void, the god showed a smile, Wu Yixian succeeded, and she was not without soup.

Part of the plunder of luck fell on her.

"My name is Chixiao." On the throne, Hanbao looked directly at Wu Yixian.

"Wu Yixian." After saying that, the golden battle armor disappeared, and Wu Yixian walked towards the direction of Yujing Tower under the eyes of countless awe.

"Xuan Tianyu Zhao Wuchang, see you sir!" Zhao Wuchang came out, wearing a devil mask and saluting respectfully.

"See you, sir!" Behind him, tens of thousands of disciples were respectful.

At this moment, the contrast between the black and gold evil ghost masks shocked the soul.

Wu Yixian nodded, then his eyes fell on Bu Jianguang and others, "Is that them?"

Xue Kuang responded: "Not bad." Then he looked at the golden-faced Wu Yixian. This was the first time he saw this person, but as far as he knew, this person had taught many swordsmen, such as the one next to him.

A sword-wielding monk with an immortal spirit.

Not far away, Bu Jianguang and others were nervous. The pressure brought by Wu Yixian was not something ordinary people could face, even if they were powerful.

Golden eyes looked at Zhao Wuchang, "How much was the loss?"

The latter respectfully said, "There are 497,000 warriors, 55,600 disciples in the building died in battle, and 7,08 defected. In addition, the loss of spiritual materials is billions, and the spiritual stone is billions...

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Wu Yixian glanced at the 7,000 people who had defected in the distance, and snorted coldly. The next moment, more than 7,000 sword energy fell down, and death was everywhere.

This scene made the people of Bu Jianguang and the two sects vigilant, especially the more than 30 Yuan Xiang Realm monks, who were even more afraid.

"Fellow Taoist, this matter..." Bu Jianguang came out and spoke bravely, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Wu Yixian.

"No need to explain, you take my sword, and if you can survive, we will discuss the issue of compensation." After saying that, Wu Yixian did not give the two sects a chance to breathe, and raised his hand, and the sky was filled with sword light.

The five people were frightened. Just now they saw the king of Hanba holding five magic weapons under this sword but they were not able to block it.

Fortunately, this sword was not as powerful as before. The old man of the Divine Sword Sect held a black long sword and gathered the power of five divine weapons to block it in the end.

In the end, the five people coughed up blood and the black sword's light disappeared.

With just one sword, their hundreds of years of practice were wiped out, and of course, the next hundred years.

Wu Yixian was confident that even if these five people continued to repair their injuries, it would take hundreds of years to fully recover.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist, for showing mercy." The most frustrating thing is that when someone beats you half to death, you have to smile and thank you for not killing. This is what the five people from the two sects of the Divine Sword and Immortality are like at this moment. They just feel

There was another surge of anger in the spine, and they wanted to resist, but were finally suppressed by their strong willpower, which they were able to cultivate to the power of Xu Hao Mirror.

"A package of tens of billions of spiritual stones, fifteen heavenly materials, and the rest of the low-level resources are up to you, what do you think?"

"Okay." Bu Jianguang whispered to a member of the Changsheng Sect. If you lose, you will have to pay the price. The two sect overlords can afford this resource.

"In addition, the family will give me a virtual object." Wu Yixian's voice was unmistakable, but Bu Jianguang and the other two had ugly expressions.

No different than other things, virtual objects are something that only powerful people may not be able to find even with all their efforts, and this thing cannot be accumulated over a long period of time, even if two sects have been based in the Xuantian Territory for tens of thousands of years, it will only be a few points.

But they couldn't tolerate their refusal at this moment, "I'll send it over later."

"Give it to them." After finishing speaking, Wu Yixian looked at the five Xuekuan people, "You divide it among yourself."

As for how to divide it, it's not his business. He is a little worried about the reward from Wuji City now, and he hasn't looked carefully at it yet.

Finally, he looked at Zhao Wuchang and said, "Regarding this incident in the Xuantian Territory, please apologize to the original poster."

"Yes." Zhao Wuchang said bitterly. In any case, he is the general manager of Xuantian Realm. He is responsible for the death of half of the disciples and the defection of thousands of monks this time.

But he no longer cares about it at this time. After this battle, Yujing Tower is destined to become a fire in Xuantian Territory. By then, there will no longer be worries about manpower and resources.

Moreover, the appearance of five powerful men in Yujing Tower has excited many people, which makes many people involuntarily wonder whether they too have a chance to break through and become a powerful man.

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Like a farce, Xuantian Territory finally came to an end under the banner of destroying alien races. In the end, the biggest losses were naturally caused by the existence of many overlords.

Among them, Qishan and the two families that provoked Yujinglou were undoubtedly still the worst in comparison, but they could only suppress their anger.
Chapter completed!