Two sets of flying swords covered the sky and the sun, and shot towards Gushe Mountain and Ruxian Peak with great force.
Among the monks watching the battle, Huang Zhanhong, Xia Hou Gong, and Xia Hou Ying, from the Zi Zi Sect, stood on top of the tree, with incredible expressions on their faces.
Xia Hougong swallowed hard and said with numbness on his scalp: "Great Elder, I have never heard of or seen such methods. Is the devil surnamed Chen even stronger than my father?"
Huang Zhanhong's hands shrunk in his sleeves were trembling terribly. Previously, in the ancient bronze palace of the ancient ruins of World Mountain, he, Chu Tianxia, Cao Mu, and Lan Tu worked together and were able to suppress Chen Yu.
But how long has passed before this man has actually become so powerful that he has reached the pinnacle of sword control. He is probably the most lethal sword master of the Wuliang Sword Sect, except Jiang Sword Master. In terms of sword intent alone, Zhu Shiji and Wan Sheng will not be able to defeat him.
Bai Jiutian, Xia Houyuan and Wang Wanguo, the king of Xuan Mo Sect, will also be at a disadvantage.
"This son's swordsmanship has reached another dimension. He is definitely half as strong as the Nascent Soul, but don't worry, overall, he will always be inferior to your father!" Huang Zhanhong's words gave Xia Hou Gong and Xia Hou Ying great comfort.
After all, if a casual cultivator is really stronger than Xia Houyuan, the two of them, as children, will collapse.
Not far away, in the sky, Cao Mu, the great elder of the Sky Demon Sect, and Bai Ying, the direct disciple of Bai Jiutian, their hearts were beating violently. They couldn't believe that this miracle of holding a sword with more than 9,000 handles came from the young man in white by the river.
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"Great Elder, it wasn't the casual cultivator surnamed Chen who took action. Could it be that Sword Master Jiang is here?" Bai Ying's chest was rising and falling, as if a devout monk had seen the Buddha.
Cao Mu didn't want to believe it, but the facts were before his eyes. Chen Yu's advancement speed was too terrifying. It had never been seen before in the history of the Xuanling World, and it would never happen again in the future.
"No wonder the devil surnamed Chen dared to walk out of White Jade City and break away from the protection of Xuan Mo Sect. It turns out that his strength is not much worse than the heads of the six major sects."
"Is this the battle of a half-step Nascent Soul warrior? It is simply earth-shaking and subverts my world view."
Too many people were in shock, and many mortals even thought that Chen Yu was the birth of an immortal. They trembled and wanted to kneel down and kowtow three times and nine times.
The first wave of more than 4,700 long swords descended on Gushe Mountain in an instant.
Zhu Shiji's black and white Taoist robes made a squeaking sound, as if they were about to be shattered by the sword energy.
His eyes were like a torch, the black war spear in his hand gave off a gray light, and majestic and pure spiritual energy spurted out from his body, forming a force field in front of him.
More than a thousand ancient swords penetrated the force field and shattered three feet away from Zhu Shiji. Whether it was a monk's magic weapon or a worldly knight's iron sword, the sword blades exploded inch by inch.
Immediately afterwards, more than a thousand ancient swords penetrated two feet in front of Zhu Shiji's body and were destroyed in ashes.
The remaining swords continued to move forward one foot, and all of them turned into powder.
There was only the last ancient sword whose quality was comparable to that of a pure Jun sword. Its blade was like mercury and it pierced the center of Zhu Shiji's eyebrows.
In an instant, just an inch away from the center of the eyebrows, the ancient sword's body shattered, leaving dense cracks like a spider web.
The tip of the sword broke through the center of Zhu Shiji's eyebrows, and a flash of dazzling blood flowed out. The ancient sword clattered, turned into pieces, and fell in front of the master of Tiandao Sect.
Stretching out his right hand and wiping the blood from his brow, Zhu Shiji looked at Chen Yu from a distance, his eyes as sharp and cold as a sword from heaven.
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In the other direction, Wan Sheng was much more cautious than Zhu Shiji. He controlled the Xuanhuang Pearl, a powerful weapon in the Xuanling Realm, and the mottled Xuanhuang Qi dropped down, surrounding it like the gorgeous belt of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Girl, and blocked the 4,900 incoming long swords.
All shattered.
At this point, Chen Yu's first attack on Zhu Shiji and Wan Sheng ended in failure.
Only then did the onlookers react.
The three people from the Zizai Sect, Huang Zhanhong, Xia Hou Gong, and Xia Hou Ying breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
The trembling bodies of Cao Mu and Bai Ying of the Heavenly Demon Sect also calmed down.
"Damn it, it's not worth it. I'm just saying, Zhu Shiji and Master Wansheng have been famous for hundreds of years, how could they be defeated by a small casual cultivator!"
"It scares me to death. The demon surnamed Chen is very powerful but he is very powerful. He made more than 9,000 long swords hanging in the sky. Unfortunately, they are not very powerful, but they can fool some laymen."
Many monks who dislike Chen Yu are extremely sarcastic!
But only Chu Manxian of the Wuliang Sword Sect knew how rare it was to wield nearly ten thousand swords in one hand just now.
If the enemies they faced were not Zhu Shiji and Wan Sheng, but other people, even if the six elders from the six major sects came together, they would still be turned into bloody pulp by the sword energy.
On the banks of the Canglan River, Chen Yu was not discouraged by the failure of the first wave of attacks. After all, he was facing the joint efforts of two of the most powerful sect leaders in the Xuanling World.
"Demon surnamed Chen, if you kill the second elder of my Tiandao Sect, kill my only son, and destroy my sect, today next year will be your death anniversary!" Zhu Shiji's voice resounded through most of the sky, and there was an undisguised emotion in his breath.
Intense murderous intent.
On the Immortal Peak, Wan Sheng shouted, "Surnamed Chen, you beheaded my only son Wan Guoting, killed my second elder Rogge, and my third elder Lu Xianke. Only your blood can wash away this humiliation."
Chen Yu's right hand gently touched the hilt of the Donglei Sword, and he said expressionlessly: "Want to kill me? I'm right here, come on!"
Zhu Shiji and Wan Sheng looked at each other, and finally they chose one to take action and the other to wait and see what would happen.
A master has his own dignity. Zhu Shiji and Wan Sheng were unwilling to join forces to kill Chen Yu unless they had to.
After all, there are too many people watching, including tens of thousands of monks and even more mortals. Even if the two of them can cut off Chen Yu's head today, Chen Yu's reputation is destined to cause a sensation in the Xuanling world. yyls
In the five hundred years of Xuanling Realm, two major sect leaders have never joined forces to surround and kill one person!
Wan Sheng wants face, Zhu Shiji also wants face!
On the Immortal Peak, the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect did not move. On the Gushe Mountain, Zhu Shiji, who could no longer hold himself back, swooped towards Chen Yu with a black war spear in hand.
"Zheng!" Before he even got close to Chen Yu, the war spear in Zhu Shiji's hand was already thrust forward.
A ray of gray light was neither bright nor dazzling, but it traversed the sky and the earth, and that terrifying spiral energy seemed to be able to penetrate the sun, moon and stars.
"Zheng!" The sound of the sword sounded. Chen Yu dressed in white and beat the snow. He flew into the sky. The Donglei sword unsheathed and swept across with one sword.
The gray divine light collided with the sharp sword energy, and Zhu Shiji's black war spear clashed with Chen Yu's winter thunder sword.
The two heavy weapons were stuck together, and the friction produced a blazing fire. The strong wind and sword energy were overwhelming, sweeping towards Liuhe and Bahuang.
Boom! The Canglan River exploded, stirring up huge waves hundreds of feet tall. It was majestic and majestic, as if it was comparable to Jiangu Sheshan and Ruxian Peak.
Among those watching the battle, some monks came too close and could not escape at all. They were shattered into a ball of blood mist by the strong wind and sword energy. The scene was breathtaking.
In the sky, Zhu Shiji and Chen Yu passed each other, and a large stream of blood spattered into the rolling river.