The sword formation composed of nine flying swords is ever-changing and extremely dangerous during the attack.
It was as if there were nine strong swordsmen taking action at the same time, evolving the sword formation.
This is no longer something that normal swordsmen practitioners can do.
Even in the ancient cultivation era, those orthodox sword cultivators in the Xiantian realm couldn't do it.
Po Jun also relied on his innate sword spirit, which could perfectly match the flying sword, to be able to barely control such a sword formation.
Huang Huayun and Zhao Changchuan were sweating coldly after seeing it.
If Po Jun had used this sword formation when dealing with the two of them just now, it would have been impossible for them to survive until now.
The sword energy roars!
The sword formation composed of nine flying swords attacked Su Yun in an instant.
Everyone looked at this scene with burning eyes.
The same goes for Ye Qinghe, Wu Zhong, and Li He.
Especially Ye Qinghe, she was convinced by Su Yun's strong strength. She only knew that Su Yun's strength was boundless, but she didn't know how strong it was.
She couldn't test Su Yun's strength herself, but this time Po Jun attacked and killed with all his strength, she felt that she should be able to test a little bit of her master's strength.
"Mr. Su was invincible two years ago. I wonder if he can suppress Po Jun now." Ge Jun's mind was full of thoughts.
Under the gaze of everyone, Su Yun smiled softly.
"Sword-controlling magical power? You have such tricks, but you actually have the nerve to call yourself a sword-controlling magical power."
Su Yun shook his head and laughed, then casually reached out.
Open all five fingers together!
Five fingers, a slight tremor, the sword energy generates on its own!
A terrifying sword intent that cut the sky and split the earth, shaking the universe, rose from Su Yun's body.
The nine flying swords that struck and killed Su Yun felt the sword intent on Su Yun's body, and their swords trembled, as if the ministers had met the king and were kowtow in worship.
As Su Yun closed his palms, the sword formation composed of nine flying swords spread out on its own, falling into Su Yun's hands like a baby swallow falling into his arms.
Seeing this scene, everyone's eyes almost popped out.
Everyone couldn't believe their eyes.
Po Jun displayed such a powerful sword array attack and kill. Everyone had expected that even if Su Yun could resist, it would not be easy and he would have to use some powerful means.
But the results were far from what everyone predicted.
"impossible!"
Po Jun let out a roar that shook the sky.
The voice was filled with boundless shock and anger.
You must know that these nine flying swords are weapons of attack that he painstakingly crafted. They are baptized with the power of his own powers every day. They are connected with his mind and are like an extension of his hands and feet.
But now these flying swords escaped from his control without any warning, and were taken away by Su Yun like toys.
No one else would be able to accept this kind of thing.
"The flying sword is rubbish! The use of swordsmanship is rubbish! Without the fusion of that innate sword spirit, you are useless at all!"
Su Yun looked at the nine small flying swords folded in his palms with an expression full of disgust.
"That's all, I'll return these flying swords to you and use them as your burial objects."
He stretched out his hand and shook it.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Nine flying swords flew up from his palm one by one, piercing through the air and killing people.
Every flying sword, at this moment, emitted a terrifying sword sound that penetrated gold and cracked stone, and the sword energy swept through the world like a tide.
The nine swords flew together, as if forming a sword dragon.
The sword force he brought up tore apart the clouds in mid-air.
That power, compared to when Po Jun wielded the sword, was simply the difference between heaven and earth.