When the four Wuji Tianzun heard Ziyang Tianzun's words, they looked at each other.
"Did I hear correctly?"
"What did that old man say?" .??.
"He said that our five sects surrendered to the Qingyun Sword Sect, so he gave us a way to survive?"
"Isn't he an old fool?"
"Damn it, who does he think he is? He wants to compete with us on his own. Does he think he is the Eternal Qingtian Emperor?"
"He dares to utter arrogant words when he is about to die. I think he thinks his life is too long."
"Kill him."
The Ancient Holy Lord had hated Ziyang Tianzun for a long time. Now when he heard Ziyang Tianzun's words, he was furious and took the lead to take action.
"Qiang!"
In the hands of the Ancient Holy Lord, a red long sword appeared, releasing a bloodthirsty light.
"Blood-drinking sword!"
The Holy Lord Taichu recognized it at a glance and said, "This sword is the weapon of the Ancient Holy Lord when he was young. It was originally an ordinary sword. Later, it followed the Ancient Holy Lord through several tribulations, and it is said that it even swallowed
The blood of countless creatures has grown from an ordinary sword into a peerless holy weapon."
"Although this sword is not as good as the God-Slaying Sword, it is extremely sharp."
The Ancient Holy Lord flew out, holding a blood-drinking sword, and swung out a blade of light, slashing down in the air.
This blow is very powerful.
The Ancient Holy Lord had the intention of killing the enemy with one sword.
Ziyang Tianzun stood there without any aura fluctuations in his body. He only looked up when the blood-drinking sword was about to fall.
"boom!"
When the blood-drinking sword was still half a meter away from Ziyang Tianzun's head, an iron shield seemed to appear invisibly, blocking the blood-drinking sword and sending out a string of sparks.
At this time, Ziyang Tianzun took action.
He stretched out two fingers and clamped the blood-drinking sword between his fingers. He looked at the ancient Holy Lord and said with a smile, "You are said to be a weakling, but you still refuse to accept it, but in fact
You are such a weakling."
"Hmph!" The Ancient Holy Lord snorted coldly, and used his arms hard to pull the blood-drinking sword away from Ziyang Tianzun's fingers.
However, the blood-drinking sword seemed to have taken root in Ziyang Tianzun's fingers. No matter how hard the Ancient Holy Lord tried, it was of no avail.
"I love this sword so much. Would you feel bad if it were destroyed?"
Ziyang Tianzun finished speaking and pointed to a fold.
"Crack!"
The blood-drinking sword was broken on the spot, and at the same time, the Ancient Holy Lord was knocked away.
After landing.
The ancient Holy Lord looked at the remaining half of the blood-drinking sword in his hand, his eyes turned red.
This sword is not only a sacred weapon, but has also grown with him since he was young. It can be said that in the mind of the Ancient Holy Lord, this sword is his closest companion.
Ziyang Tianzun broke the sword, which was equivalent to killing his companion.
This is intolerable!
The Ancient Holy Lord was about to speak when he suddenly saw that there was only half of the blood-drinking sword in his hand, and there were cracks on the sword.
"not good--"
As soon as the Ancient Holy Lord shouted, the blood-drinking sword completely shattered. Not only did it shatter, it also turned into powder.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed something empty.
"ah……"
The Ancient Holy Lord couldn't help but roar in the sky, and his long hair stood up in anger, like a furious lion.
He was really angry.
First, the Ancient Ancient Pagoda was destroyed, and now the Blood Drinking Sword was destroyed. He wanted to cut Ziyang Tianzun into pieces with a thousand knives.
"You damn old man, I'm going to kill you, ah ah ah..."
The Ancient Holy Lord roared and rushed towards Ziyang Tianzun.
"kill!"
At this time, Wuji Tianzun shouted loudly.
He could see that the Ancient Holy Lord was no match for Ziyang Tianzun, so only if everyone worked together could they kill Ziyang Tianzun.
"boom!"
The war breaks out.
This time, the four powerful Saint Kings took action together and all attacked Ziyang Tianzun.
It can be said that this is the most powerful battle in the Eastern Wasteland in thousands of years.
The four saint kings took action at the same time, and various rays of light intertwined together, turning into terrifying murderous auras, inextricably linked, accompanied by various visions, shocking the world.
The four saint kings advanced forcefully, their killing intent overwhelming, their divine light flying, as if they were brighter than the sun and the moon.
"kill!"
The four people roared in unison, and the sound resounded throughout the sky and the earth, like a thunderous roar that spread thousands of miles.
In the Great Emperor's battle formation, all kinds of murderous intent permeated the air, creating countless pitch-black holes, as if the world was created.
The scene was extremely horrific.
This is a peerless attack, with various images of the void, and golden lotuses appearing on the ground. All kinds of terrifying killing moves are fired forward, with only one target, Ziyang Tianzun.
terrible.
Even with the protection of the Great Emperor's battle formation, those Qingyun disciples outside felt cold all over, their hairs stood on end, and their bodies were about to explode.
The methods of the four powerful saint kings were so terrifying that they seemed to want to blow up the sky.
"Back off!"
Jiujianxian gave an order, and the disciples of Qingyun Sword Sect retreated one after another.
Only Ye Qiu, Yun Xi, Baihua Fairy, Lu Luo, Yun Shan, Babao Golden Toad, Chang Mei Zhenren, Niu Dali, the four sword immortals, and a few city lords were still standing in place.
Yunshan and Babao Golden Toad stood at the front of the team, blocking some of the residual power from them.
everyone is watching
On the battlefield, I held my breath.
In the Great Emperor's War.
Ziyang Tianzun's face was calm, and he was not intimidated by the attacks of the four saint kings. He moved his right hand gently, and wisps of Taoist rhymes appeared with his gestures, blocking the four saint kings' attacks one after another.
attack.
"What?"
When everyone saw this scene, they were so shocked that their hearts seemed to have stopped beating.
Ziyang Tianzun stood still and blocked all the attacks of the four saint kings with just one right hand. It was a miracle.
"The Supreme Elder is too strong."
"Easily blocked the attacks of the four Saint Kings."
"As expected of the pinnacle saint king!"
"..."
Similarly, in the Great Emperor's battle formation, the four saint kings also had shocked faces.
I thought that once they took action, Ziyang Tianzun would use all his strength to resist, but now, he blocked all their attacks with one hand.
And there was that understatement, as if a peerless master was fighting four ordinary people with no cultivation.
"how so?"
"Why is that old immortal's strength so terrifying?"
"Brothers, it seems it's not easy to kill that old immortal!"
Just when Wuji Tianzun and the others were communicating, the sword chant sounded.
"Qiang!"
A sword chant moved the sky.
The next moment, I saw Ziyang Tianzun's right index finger and middle finger coming together and making a stroke across the air.
A ten-thousand-foot-long sword energy roared out, suddenly stretched across the sky, and suppressed it.
In an instant, the hairs on the hairs of the four saint kings stood on end. This sword energy was like a mountain stretching for thousands of miles, weighing more than hundreds of millions of kilograms.
The sword energy kept falling.
Soon, the four saint kings were bent down and were about to kneel to the ground.
