"Xia Yu, no matter how strong you are, you can't be stronger than this unparalleled sword formation."
In the colorful cloud boat, Hongzhuang hummed softly, as if mumbling to herself.
This sword formation, even for her, would take some effort to fully follow it.
What's more, Xia Yu is just a yellow-haired kid.
The members of Wujian Sect who were using the sword formation stood firm and looked confident.
As the most powerful sect under Qixian Pavilion, the Thirty-six Tiangang Sword Formation attacks Wushuang.
Even the top half-saint would be seriously injured if he took a sword directly.
"I hope this Xia Yu is not too weak. If there are no more scumbags left, it will be difficult to explain."
The leader of Wujian Sect touched his beard and nodded slightly.
At this moment, the oscillating void quickly stabilized.
A figure appeared in front of everyone.
"How is this possible?" The leader of Wujian Sect couldn't help but let out a low cry.
Xia Yu stood quietly in the void, holding the Evil Dragon Spear, his clothes intact, as if there was no change at all.
He even raised the corners of his mouth with a faint sneer.
"He's not dead?"
The red makeup in the colorful cloud boat stood up in surprise, her eyes full of shock.
"It's okay." A smile appeared on Xia Ya's cold face.
At this moment, no one noticed that her expression was a little weird and her smile was very unnatural.
It's like my muscles have been stiff for a long time and I have forgotten how to laugh.
"Now, it's my turn!" Xia Yu murmured to himself, inaudibly.
Afterimages lingered in the void.
A bit of cold light suddenly grew in size in the eyes of the leader of Sword Wu Sect.
Three Heaven-Splitting Techniques: Break the Sky!
"Sword formation, rise!"
The leader of Wujian Sect had a hint of panic in his eyes, and he shouted quickly.
Thirty-six long swords formed a sword formation, approaching Xia Yu.
At this moment, the distance is too close, and it is no longer possible to accumulate power and attack like just now.
Seeing that the thirty-six long swords connected end to end are about to collide with the tip of the evil dragon spear...
Suddenly, Xia Yu flicked his wrist, and the evil dragon spear grazed the long sword, approaching the master of Sword Enlightenment Sect.
And the thirty-six long swords disappeared in an instant like small fish returning to the sea.
"puff!"
Thirty-six disciples of the Wujian Sect all vomited blood and looked confused.
What happened?
Why have I lost my mental connection with my sword?
This loss of contact immediately traumatized them.
For sword cultivators, everything is about swords, and their own swords, and their lives are at stake.
This method of cultivation can make your sword more consistent with your own mind, like an arm using your fingers.
But if the sword breaks, the person practicing the sword will also be injured.
At this moment, the leader of Wujian Sect also looked shocked.
He couldn't even care about the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
His own sword is also among the thirty-six swords.
However, before he could figure it out, he felt a chill in his throat.
Xia Yu's Evil Dragon Spear pierced his throat.
"Why? Is this happening? Where is the sword?" the leader of Wujian Sect asked with difficulty.
He really couldn't figure it out, what happened?
This kind of thing made him extremely confused. Even if he was going to die, he would still want to figure it out.
"Guess?" Xia Yu's voice sounded softly in his ears.
A blood arrow spurted out from the throat of the leader of the Wujian Sect, and the Evil Dragon Spear turned into an evil dragon in Xia Yu's hands, frantically harvesting lives.
In the blink of an eye, a group of disciples of the Wujian Sect who lost their swords died in Xia Yu's pursuit.
How could a group of sword cultivators be faster than Shenlong Xing?
A big sword in the distance, like a frightened rabbit, instantly fled to the side of the colorful cloud ship.
The leader of Wujian Sect died, the four elders and the most elite disciples all died. Naturally, the remaining little fish and shrimps did not dare to stand in front of Xia Yu.
"Damn it!" Hongzhuang smashed the luminous cup in her hand.
Xia Yu killed so quickly that she had no time to save them.
When people from several other sects saw that the Wujian Sect was all dead, their first reaction was not to save others, but to protect themselves.
Holding the gun in his hand, Xia Yu felt comfortable as he felt the pure spiritual energy coming out of Fentian Furnace.
The thirty-six long swords just now were naturally sent into the Fentian Furnace by Xia Yu.
The moment he turned sideways, Burning Sky Furnace sucked the sword in.
Things happened so fast that no one except Xia Yu himself knew what was going on?
The remaining four large formations quickly returned to the surroundings of the colorful cloud ship, faintly protecting the colorful cloud ship.
"Pavilion Master, we are here to protect you! This guy has some tricks up his sleeves! His subordinates don't understand." The head of Jiuyun Sect bowed his hands in a salute.
Hongzhuang snorted lightly and said nothing more.
Why are you here to protect me? Do you expect me to protect you?
The monks of Jiuyun Sect before had very hard bones, but now they are all soft bones.
The same is true for several other sects.
A trace of dissatisfaction passed through Hongzhuang's heart.
However, she also knew that those strong bones had long since disappeared, and most of them died in her hands.
"Brother Xia Yu, you are really good. My sister will give you another chance. Stay with me. My sister will help you with the Xu family."
Hongzhuang's voice, full of charm, echoed in the air.
"Haha...I don't like old women!"
Xia Yu was so angry that he raised the Evil Dragon Spear in his hand.
"In this case, I can only wish you good luck!" Hongzhuang sneered.
The next moment, the colorful cloud boat swayed and left.
Several other sects saw it and followed suit.
Escaped?
Xia Yu was a little confused when he saw this scene.
He originally thought that there would be another fierce battle.
He was even worried about whether he could kill the master of the Seven Immortals Pavilion even if he used all his cards.
However, this dignified master of the Seven Immortals Pavilion actually escaped on his own initiative.
What are you doing?
Xia Yu knew very well that he might not be able to defeat the master of the Seven Immortals Pavilion.
This is also the weird thing.
Frowning, Xia Yu fell into deep thought.
"Brother, are you okay?"
Suddenly, Xia Ya's voice sounded behind him.
Xia Yu smiled, turned around, looked at Xia Ya's delicate little face, stretched out his hand to rub her head, and said: "Brother, it's okay, it's okay, the enemy is gone."
Xia Yu didn't notice that when he touched Xia Ya's head, a black flame flashed in Xia Ya's eyes.
"Yeah." Xia Ya agreed obediently.
"Okay, it's okay, it's okay." Xia Yu returned to the crowd with a smile on his face.
"Yungang, go down and collect all those people's things and make a small fortune."
"Yes, sir."
Xia Yu looked at Zhang Qian and said with a smile: "Old Zhang, long time no see."
"I've met Mr. Xia! It's great that Mr. Xia is fine."
Xia Yu smiled and nodded without saying much.
In fact, he thought about the reasons for Qixian Pavilion's retreat and the road ahead. How should he go?
To be honest, he hasn't thought about it seriously yet.
Standing on the edge of Yutian Palace, looking at the white clouds in the distance.
"Mr. Xia, are you wondering why Qixian Pavilion retreated so easily?"