The sixth sword is the final sword of five blood-spattered steps, and it is also a decisive sword that risks one's life.
Back then, Zhan Bi, who was a demigod, swung the sixth sword at the cost of his life, and even injured the gods who were a big difference from him in the fight.
This sword is enough to strangle any warrior below the gods, and the moment Zhuo Wen swung the sixth sword, he even blessed the sixth sword with the second level of Taoism.
The sixth sword wielded by Zhuo Wen is much more powerful than Zhan Bi back then. This sword can kill the gods once it is released.
Although Yang Yi's apparent strength is at the peak of a demigod, Zhuo Wen has a strange feeling that Yang Yi's speed is mysterious and elusive, and he has never shown his true strength.
He guessed that Yang Yi's true strength should be that of a god, and his strength was even higher than that of the Lord Devourer and the god of war.
Therefore, the moment Yang Yi took action, he did not hesitate to use the sixth sword that spattered blood for five steps.
The blurry figure opened a pair of blurry eyes. He stared coldly at Yang Yi below. An unimaginable pressure emerged from the blurry eyes, crushing Yang Yi layer by layer.
Keng!
The phantom of the iron sword in the blurred figure's hand was slashed at Yang Yi's head.
If this sword is cut down, Yang Yi's head will definitely fall to the ground, and his body will be in a different place.
Not far away, in the independent void, countless black mists continued to condense into the figure of the Eater Lord.
At this moment, the Devourer also noticed the phantom of the iron sword chopped down by the vague figure, and his face was as pale as snow.
The pressure revealed by the phantom of the iron sword was so terrifying that he did not even dare to face the phantom of the iron sword.
He knew very well that if he faced the phantom of the iron sword, he would definitely die.
"How does this kid have such a powerful trump card?"
The Devourer looked at Zhuo Wen not far away with lingering fear, his eyes full of fear.
Even though Zhuo Wen is in a very bad condition now, his whole body is covered with countless cracks, and streams of blood mist are spurting out of his body, and his vitality is constantly passing by as time goes by.
But the Lord Devourer still did not dare to have any contempt for this son. Just the blood-spattered sixth sword in five steps could completely annihilate him. If Zhuo Wen had used this sword just now, he would definitely die.
"I wonder if Yang Yi can take this sword?"
The Devourer's eyes fell on Yang Yi who was forced out of the void passage by the powerful sword intention, and he murmured in a low voice.
Yang Yi's eyes were gloomy. He looked up at the phantom of the falling iron sword and coldly snorted: "What a troublesome guy. You want to drag me into the water even if you risk your life?"
As he spoke, Yang Yi's right hand formed a sword finger and drew a circle in front of him in a clockwise direction. Then the void in the circle drawn by Yang Yi suddenly collapsed, and the terrifying power of the void continued to reorganize, forming a huge sword several feet tall.
black spurge.
"Ji Crack!"
Yang Yi's eyes were cold, and he threw the black halberd violently. Wherever it passed, the surrounding void seemed to be squeezed, and exploded one after another.
The void where the black spurge passes forms a huge void ravine, the power of which shocks the eyeballs.
boom!
The black spurge is indeed terrifying, but the blurry figure still has a cold gaze, and the phantom of the iron sword stands unceremoniously on top of the black spurge.
Then, the powerful black halberd was chopped into countless black powder by the iron sword's phantom.
However, the blurry figure was also shaken violently by this terrifying impact. Zhuo Wen could clearly see that the blurry figure became extremely dim under the impact.
Obviously, in this collision, although the blurry figure had the upper hand, it also paid a heavy price.
But Zhuo Wen can no longer control all of this. Now, 90% of his body is chapped, like human-shaped ceramics that are about to break.
The power of Cangjie that remained in Zhuo Wen's body disappeared completely, and Zhuo Wen's life also gradually passed away with the disappearance of Cangjie's power.
"Before I die, I hope that the blood will be splashed with the sixth sword in five steps, and Yang Yi will be completely killed."
Zhuo Wen turned his head with difficulty, stared at the dim and blurry figure in the sky, and swung the iron sword again. The sword struck Yang Yi fiercely, and a terrifying sword light erupted.
But soon, Zhuo Wen discovered that the terrifying sword light began to shrink at the moment it exploded, and eventually shrank into an insignificant spot of light until it disappeared.
The moment the sword light disappeared, Yang Yi's embarrassed figure slowly walked out from the other side of the sword light.
At this moment, Yang Yi's eyes were dark and his clothes were in a mess, like a beggar begging for money.
"Your sixth sword is very strong, but unfortunately, you are a little reluctant to kill me."
Yang Yi's eyes fell on Zhuo Wen, and a murderous intention slowly spread out from his body, and the aura on his body increased layer by layer, breaking through the early stage of God in an instant, and then continued to grow, reaching the middle stage of God, and finally
Stopped at the late stage of the gods.
"Originally, my cultivation was well hidden, but it's a pity that I was forced to reveal my true form by your sixth sword. It really makes me very angry." Yang Yi said coldly.
Not far away, the Devourer Lord's pupils shrank into needles, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Later stage of God? Have you been hiding your strength before?"
Yang Yi didn't even look at the Devourer, but stared at Zhuo Wen below and said: "You are the first person to anger me. Although you will definitely die even if I don't do it, I still want to
I will kill you with my own hands."
Having said this, Yang Yi took a step forward and walked slowly towards Zhuo Wen. Every time he took a step, the starry sky under his feet was like air pressure shrinking, which was extremely strange.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen was completely weak and found it difficult to move. He stared at Yang Yi calmly, without feeling any fear.
"Die!"
Yang Yi also looked at Zhuo Wen calmly, and saw that with a squeeze of his right hand, the void exploded, forming a huge void halberd.
Holding the void halberd, Yang Yi took it straight to Zhuo Wen's chest, hoping to kill him with one blow.
Unfortunately, just when Yang Yi's halberd was about to pierce Zhuo Wen's heart, a black shadow suddenly flew in front of Zhuo Wen.
"Zhuowen, run away..."
The appearance of this black shadow was beyond the expectations of Zhuo Wen and Yang Yi. After Zhuo Wen heard the words of this black shadow, he felt a very powerful force coming from his body, and then he
It was thrown away by this huge force.
The moment he flew upside down, Zhuo Wen turned his head with difficulty, and discovered with red eyes that the black shadow was none other than Fuxi.
At this moment, Fuxi was surrounded by four Taoist soldiers guarding the tomb. Among these four Taoist soldiers guarding Fuxi's tomb were the four great immortals: Dongfang, Nangong, Ximen and Beichen, who had guarded Fuxi for thousands of years.
The four Taoist soldiers guarding the tomb formed an airtight stone shield in front of Fuxi, and actually blocked Yang Yi's attack for a moment.
"Dongfang, Nangong, Ximen and Beichen, I'm really sorry for involving the four of you in this battle this time." Fuxi looked at the coffins embedded in the four directions of the stone shield with some bitterness.
"Sir, why do you care about this? If the four of us hadn't been accepted by you, we would have been dead long ago. Our lives were given by you, so why are you so polite?" Dongfang said with a smile.
Beichen's cold voice came: "Dongfang is right, your words are too polite. Our lives are given by you. It is our responsibility to live and die together with you."
"Hey! I just listen to Beichen." Ximen's honest voice came.
Nangong said in a personable manner: "A gentleman has things to do and things not to do. Repaying kindness is what a gentleman must do, haha..."
Fuxi's eyes turned red after listening to the words of the four people who were looking forward to death, but he had nothing to do now. If he did not rely on the power of the four true immortal Taoist soldiers, it would be impossible for him to resist Yang Yi, who was in the late stage of the gods.
“Don’t overestimate your capabilities!”
Yang Yi's eyes were cold, and he held the Great Halberd of the Void in his hand. Then he spun the Great Halberd violently, whistling out a terrifying wind of nothingness.
Under the control of Yang Yi, the halberd tip hit the stone shield directly, and then the stone shield completely collapsed.
The four bronze coffins embedded in the four corners of the stone shield burst out, and then the coffin lids were opened one after another, and four stalwart and powerful figures emerged from them.
These four people are naturally Dongfang, Nangong, Ximen and Beichen.
"Sir, let's go first!"
The four of them took a deep look at Fuxi behind them, and then the auras on their bodies suddenly increased sharply. This sudden increase increased by hundreds or even thousands in a short period of time, as if there was a blazing fire on them.
generally.
"Burning the soul? It's just four wastes. What's the use of burning the soul?"
Yang Yi's pupils shrank, and then he had a sneer on his face. He fired the halberd with his right hand forward. In a moment, countless shadows of the halberd enveloped the four of them like a dense rain.
"burst!"
The four Dongfang people showed determination, and at the moment when the halberd shadow enveloped them, they all detonated their souls.
Four terrifying explosions resounded, and four terrifying mushroom clouds rose in the starry sky.
And Yang Yi didn't expect the four Dongfang people to self-destruct their souls so decisively. Suddenly, they were caught off guard, and the shock waves of four self-destruction souls broke through the halberd shadow and bombarded him in front of him.
Kick, kick, kick!
Yang Yi groaned and retreated involuntarily. He stared gloomily at the mushroom cloud of four self-destructing souls, looking extremely angry.
However, before he could recover, a black shadow suddenly fell from the sky,
Moreover, as this black shadow continues to approach, the aura on its body is growing at a rapid rate. This growth is even more terrifying than the previous four Dongfang people.
"Yang Yi, even if I die, I will kill you together."
Fuxi's eyes were calm, staring closely at Yang Yi who was getting closer and closer, and his soul was burning, causing his whole body to erupt with dazzling light like the scorching sun.
Yang Yi wanted to escape, but Fuxi, with his demigod body, burned all the power of the soul in his body, and instantly erupted with terrifying power comparable to that of a god. It was like a mountain pressing heavily on Yang Yi, making it difficult for him to walk.
boom!
Another huge explosion resounded, and Fuxi completely detonated himself at the cost of burning his soul. The terrifying and gorgeous explosion completely filled the surroundings.
At this moment, the starry sky seemed like another huge sun rising, and the figures of Yang Yi and Fu Xi were completely submerged in the terrifying explosion energy.