As soon as the unparalleled sword box came out, a terrifying murderous aura filled every corner of the sky and the earth, making it suffocating.
The sky was dark, as if it was a harbinger of the end of the world.
"Hansei!"
Ye Wushuang's black hair was disheveled and his eyes were deep, roaring into the void.
"call out!"
A sword chant resounded throughout the world.
Immediately afterwards, the sword box suddenly opened, and a silver long sword flew out, carrying an invincible edge and slashing at the ancient heroic spirit.
As soon as this sword comes out, the sky and the earth change color, as if it has entered autumn, giving people a feeling of sadness and loneliness every autumn.
"boom!"
The Hanbei Sword blocked the bloody scimitar in the ancient heroic spirit's hand and knocked out a string of sparks.
What surprised Ye Wushuang was that the bloody scimitar in the ancient heroic spirit's hand was not destroyed.
You know, the swords in the Wushuang Sword Box are all imperial weapons.
It is incredible that such a powerful sword failed to destroy the bloody scimitar.
Ye Wushuang shouted loudly again.
"Cijun!"
As Ye Wushuang finished speaking, a divine sword as black as ink flew out from the Wushuang sword box, drew an arc in the air, and then struck the ancient heroic spirit in the air.
In an instant, the ancient heroic spirit trembled and its blood splattered.
injured!
Ye Wushuang became energetic and shouted, "Drink blood!"
call out--
A bloody long sword rushed out from the sword box.
As soon as this long sword appeared, it gave people the feeling of facing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The fishy smell was astounding, as if it had swallowed up hundreds of millions of creatures.
On the ground, everyone was trembling.
The breath released by the Blood Drinking Sword is too terrifying.
Ye Wushuang waved his finger, and the blood-drinking sword was like a bolt of lightning, tearing through the sky and striking the ancient heroic spirit.
"puff!"
The blood of the ancient heroic spirit gushed out like a divine spring, but it quickly disappeared. After all, the ancient heroic spirit was not a real living person.
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"ah……"
The ancient heroic spirit let out a cry of pain.
Ye Wushuang turned a deaf ear. This was a life and death duel, and he would not give the other party any chance.
"Blood falls!"
Ye Wushuang shouted loudly, and there was another earth-shattering sword roar, and a long sword flew out from the Wushuang sword box.
This long sword is curved, the blade is blood red, and the tip is triangular, especially like a snake head.
As soon as this sword is drawn out, it feels like you are in the Nine Nether Hells, giving people an eerie and terrifying feeling.
There is no doubt that this is a fierce weapon.
"Qiang!"
The long sword struck the ancient heroic spirit's body, and suddenly, the ancient heroic spirit's body was torn into pieces.
Seeing this scene, the onlookers cheered.
"The ancient heroic spirit was defeated!"
"The Great Elder succeeded!"
"Congratulations to the Great Elder!"
"..."
However, before everyone's cheers could stop, they saw that the torn ancient heroic spirit's body quickly gathered together, and then a layer of thunder surrounded it, and it recovered as before, returning to its peak state.
"What?"
Everyone was so shocked that their scalps were numb.
Doesn't it mean that ancient heroic spirits can be immortal?
If this is the case, no matter how powerful the Great Elder is, he will still be consumed by life and death.
Thinking of this, everyone held their breath and looked at Ye Wushuang one by one with worried eyes.
Ye Qiu couldn't remain calm, and was about to use the emperor-level fire to help Ye Wushuang and take a step forward.
"Don't take action!"
Suddenly, the voice of Ziyang Tianzun came to my ears, saying, "Don't forget, this is a heavenly tribulation."
"If you interfere, no one knows what the natural disaster will become. It will only be counterproductive."
"Wushuang has invincible belief in his heart, you have to believe in him."
Ye Qiu hesitated for a moment and retreated to where he was.
The master's reminder was reasonable. My father was still going through the tribulation. If he got involved, it would only cause unexpected consequences.
Let’s take a look first and then talk. .??.
If my father encounters a life-or-death crisis next, he will take action no matter what he faces.
the other side.
The Eight Treasure Golden Toad looked pale and asked Master Changmei, "Have you seen the Great Elder's sword box before?"
Changmei Zhenren shook his head, "I've never seen it before."
Babao Golden Toad said in horror, "I'm such a pig-brained person. I actually said shamelessly that I wanted to teach the Great Elder a lesson. Fortunately, the Great Elder showed mercy, otherwise he would have been cut into pieces."
"Those swords are peerless holy weapons?" Master Changmei asked curiously.
"No." The Eight Treasure Golden Toad said, "It's an imperial weapon!"
"Imperial weapon?" Master Changmei was startled. He looked at several long swords in the void and asked, "Which one is the imperial weapon?"
The Eight Treasure Golden Toad replied, "All of them!"
Hearing this, Master Changmei was stunned.
The entrance to the meeting hall.
"The great elder's swords are so powerful!"
The four sword immortals all saw it, and the swords that flew out from the unparalleled sword box were all extraordinary.
The breath released from above made their blood almost freeze.
Yunshan also discovered it. Moreover, his cultivation level was stronger and his vision was more vicious. He asked in a low voice, "Tai Shang Elder, are those swords of Brother Ye..."
The words are not finished yet.
Ziyang Tianzun glanced over, and Yunshan immediately understood the meaning and closed his mouth.
However, there was a storm in his heart.
"Oh my god, four imperial swords! Brother Ye actually has four imperial swords in his hands!"
Yunshan was extremely shocked.
At the same time, he also understood why Ziyang Tianzun interrupted him with his eyes.
Because those swords owned by Ye Wushuang are all imperial weapons, if word of this spreads, countless people in the cultivation world will be jealous. From now on, Ye Wushuang will never think about living a peaceful life.
Moreover, there were swords in the sword box, so it was obvious that Ye Wushuang had more than just these imperial weapons.
At this time, the sharp sword roar sounded again in the void.
"Qiang!"
In an instant, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, as if entering a world of ice and snow, making people feel chilled all over.
"Frost!"
Ye Wushuang shouted deeply, and the fifth sword appeared.
This sword is transparent, as if it is made of ice, shining brightly, with a layer of white mist lingering on the surface of the sword.
As soon as this sword was drawn out, the ancient heroic spirit's whole body was frozen.
"Shenxiao!"
After Ye Wushuang finished speaking, another long sword flew out of the box. As soon as this sword appeared, there was a roar of thunder. The sword was wrapped with a layer of thunder and lightning, making a crackling sound, and it was like a catastrophe, slashing at the ancient heroes.
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"Soft Cloud Finger!"
The sword chant resounded throughout the world.
The seventh sword flew out from the sword box. It was a soft sword, thinner than a hair. I don't know what material it was made of. It was very soft.
As soon as this sword came out, it directly bound the ancient heroic spirit's body.
"Qiang!"
The loud sword chant sounded again, and immediately after, a sword light flew out from the sword box.
This is a wooden sword.
The sword body looked very rough, and there was even a crack in the middle, as if it was made of a dead ancient wood.
Ye Wushuang grabbed the wooden sword, and with a flash of his body, like a dragon soaring through the sky, he raised his sword and struck it down.
