A sinister sneer appeared at the corner of Baili Ximie's mouth, and he said: "Then this formation will stop here."
The Immortal True Demon followed Yuan Futu like a shadow, as if he could predict Yuan Futu's landing point, but he was not pulled away at all, but kept approaching.
Yuan Futu drew his sword suddenly, and several blue sword shadows suddenly condensed in the void and shot away, leaving scars on the immortal demon's body, but it was far from being able to eliminate it.
The traces of demonic energy escaping from these open wounds are nothing to the Dharma, as long as they are re-condensed.
Baili Xiannie did not take action directly, but focused all his mental power on the Immortal True Demon, trying to use the power of the Dharma to completely destroy Yuan Futu's formation.
Yuan Futu was surprised to find that the condensed sword shadow was almost ten times weaker than before, the blue light was dim, and the lines carved by the elements were too weak to be detected. He immediately thought of the golden dragon.
He thought to himself: "The golden dragon's attack had such a great impact on the Sea Emperor Yuanji Formation that it actually restrained my ability to use the sword formation."
He looked around with the corner of his eye, and found that the light on the spirit stone was gradually weakening. It seemed that this formation had come to an end, and its prosperity would inevitably decline.
As the disciples of the Dragon God Sect joined the battle, the life and death of everyone in the Sword Sect hung on a thread. Everyone was resisting desperately and did not dare to slack off in the slightest.
Seeing that this sect with a thousand-year foundation would soon perish, Yuan Futu became even more angry in despair, resenting why such a thing would happen to him. He had been cultivating with all his strength for so many years.
, the intention became stronger, hoping to protect everyone around him, but now, it doesn't help at all.
The sword formation now displayed was obviously unable to restrain the powerful offensive of the Immortal True Demon. In the blink of an eye, it had bullied him, and his bone fist suddenly hit the Zhuhuang Sword that was blocking him in front of him.
The blade of the sword bent violently, and the pure demonic energy suddenly exploded, sending his entire body flying, almost falling outside the range of the formation.
At the same time, the Sea Emperor Yuanji formation covering a thousand feet also began to tilt. Under the burning of Tiangentian Fire, it seemed that it could no longer hold up for long.
Breaking the formation is just a matter of time.
Yuan Futu fell to the ground in embarrassment. Before he could stand up, the gray-faced monster stepped forward, and the bone fists fell like raindrops again.
Suddenly, a black shadow swept across, with several jet-black sword lights floating on its body, and it unexpectedly collided with the bone fist bravely.
Bang!
The Dharma Appearance Xuanyin Sword God was like a dying lotus that withered in an instant. Yuan Futu took advantage of this gap to move twenty feet away.
The Immortal Demon turned his head and looked at the charming woman standing nearby.
Nangong Qiu Shui's whole body was dyed red, and she looked like she had just crawled out of a pool of blood. However, her face was extremely pale, her messy hair was clinging to her chest, and she was holding the head of a Nine Nether Sect disciple in her hand.
It smells rather harsh.
With the help of the Sea Emperor Yuanji Sword Formation, she tried her best to break out of the siege, and then rescued Yuan Futu at this critical moment.
"Senior Nangong..." Yuan Futu choked with sobs and was speechless. He felt that this powerful man at the peak of Tianmang was at the end of his strength, and the aura on his body was like a mess, weak and mixed.
Nangong Qiushui shook his head slightly, threw the head high in his hand, and then formed a sword gesture with his hands in front of his chest.
This is the most powerful sword technique she can arrange, and it is also the last sword technique.
It is still the Netherworld Xuanyin Sword.
This sword is not as huge as the rainbow before. It is just a sharp sword blade, about seven feet long, condensed by a large amount of dark essence.
This black sword edge was suspended in front of him, blocking out the immortal demon. Yuan Futu saw his intention, and his eyes were filled with shock.
But before he could say anything, the Immortal Real Demon moved, and correspondingly, the black sword edge also moved.
The next moment, a void of space suddenly distorted, and the shadow of the immortal demon slowly appeared. Its bone fist hit the sword edge hard, and the powerful demonic momentum was like a river flowing.
But the black sword edge seemed extremely ordinary and extremely stubborn, trembling to resist the power of the punch.
The two forces actually came to a stalemate.
Nangong Qiushui seemed to have been prepared for it. The sword techniques she twisted in her hands began to change. However, every time she changed, her face became paler, and blood dripped from the corners of her mouth, dripping on the back of her flawless white hands.
At the same time, the black sword blade suddenly let out a sharp roar, bursting out with astonishing power within a few inches, and stabbed in hard.
The demonic energy was cut through, and the Immortal Demon's fist began to explode like ink. From the wrist to the forearm, from the forearm to the shoulder, the black sword edge was as powerful as destroying the dead.
Yuan Futu looked at this scene in shock. He didn't expect that one of his arms would be damaged in this heaven-transformation realm.
Nangong Qiushui put down her hands weakly, and the sword technique disappeared. She felt that the true energy in the golden elixir had long been exhausted, and now she did not even have the strength to absorb it. She just felt more tired than ever before and wanted to close her eyes and fall asleep.
Seeing this, Han Fei said with a smile: "I have never seen your immortal demon in such a mess, but the price paid by that Tianmang realm practitioner is too high."
"The laws of heaven and earth do not have a real physical body. Losing an arm is nothing. As long as I condense it again, it can be restored to the original state." Baili Xiannie Senran said: "But this formation must be broken without a doubt!"
"It's almost time." Han Fei looked up at the eight celestial dragons, his pupils suddenly tightened, and murderous intent surged.
The eight heavenly dragons raised their heads proudly, and the infinite fire essence was condensed and refined in their mouths. This scene was extremely spectacular, as if the entire sky was on fire, reflecting a strange red color, and the scorching air was vented everywhere, burning the gray
The clouds and mist opened up gaps.
roar!
The Eight Heavenly Dragons bowed their heads and roared, and the large amount of fire element essence gathered in their mouths seemed to be extremely compressed into a powerful light wave that was only as thick as a bucket. In an instant, it fell on the already tilting Sea Emperor Yuanji Formation.
superior.
Click!
It's hard to imagine how terrifying the power is contained in this red light wave. The center of the Sea Emperor Yuanji formation was penetrated at once, so that the entire formation began to collapse in large areas.