The sixth sword swung with the power of the gods, coupled with the blessing of the second level of Taoism, the power of this sixth sword is far more powerful and terrifying than the sixth sword swung for the first time.
Yang Yi stood in the starry sky, staring intently at the phantom of a bloody skull that radiated hundreds of millions of kilometers ahead. In the bloody area at the center of the phantom, an inconspicuous sword light continued to expand and expand.
In an instant, the sword light spread and filled the phantom of the bloody skull.
Under the influence of this sword light, the entire bloody skull collapsed.
When the bloody skull collapsed, the sword light did not stop expanding, but continued to expand at an extremely fast speed, heading towards Yang Yi.
"The sixth sword again..."
Yang Yi's face was ugly. The sixth sword that Zhuo Wen used this time was too strong, far more powerful than the previous sixth sword. It even gave Yang Yi a sense of extreme fear and crisis.
"This guy is so calculating!"
Seeing the terrifying sword light radiating in all directions, Yang Yi originally wanted to use his powerful void power to prepare to avoid this terrifying sixth sword.
However, when he used the power of the void, he found that his whole body was surrounded by an extremely terrifying sense of stagnation. It was this sense of stagnation that made it impossible for Yang Yi to use the power of the void and find it difficult to find a sense of direction.
Zhuo Wen took into account Yang Yi's own powerful void power, so the sixth sword he swung spread out in this form, thus interfering with Yang Yi's void power.
The speed of the sword light was so fast and there were so many that it instantly enveloped the starry sky where Yang Yi was.
"Swing the sixth sword, this man will definitely die. Just withstand this powerful sword light."
Yang Yi's eyes flickered. He vaguely guessed the price of the sixth sword. There was no need for him to resist this terrifying sword light. As long as he could withstand this sword light, even if Zhuo Wen didn't take action, he would still die.
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At the moment when the sword light completely overwhelmed Yang Yi's figure, Yang Yi used all his strength to not only cover the surface with all his star power, but also took out a rust-filled ring from the spiritual ring.
Once this ring is opened, it emits dark black light, and its surface is covered with dark black light shields.
"retreat!"
Mo Yan Wushang's pretty face changed slightly, and he once again controlled Luo Yanjing to retreat continuously. The area filled with the sword light of this sixth sword was really too wide, much larger and wider than the bloody skull.
Moreover, the sword light of this sixth sword was so terrifying that Mo Yan Wushang could feel it. Only one sword light was needed to completely kill Luo Yanjing and destroy anyone in Luo Yanjing.
When the sword light faded away, the black light shield surrounding Yang Yi was seen in pieces, and Yang Yi's body was in tatters, with disheveled hair, like a beggar.
The rust-filled ring in Yang Yi's hand completely collapsed into countless pieces the moment his figure was revealed.
Poof!
Yang Yi spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression extremely depressed, and then he whispered to himself with gloomy eyes: "I still underestimated this son's sixth sword, but I didn't expect that the power of this son's sixth sword could reach such a level.
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"To be able to seriously hurt me, I will die without any regrets."
Poof!
However, before Yang Yi could finish his words, an iron sword suddenly passed through his waist, and then Yang Yi was directly cut in half.
"you……"
Yang Yi looked at the severed and separated lower body, his eyes narrowed to a point, and then he saw the indifferent Zhuo Wen behind him.
"Are you surprised I didn't die?"
Zhuo Wen looked at Yang Yi who was cut into half indifferently, his eyes were very cold.
This battle was too tragic, and he lost too many things. Cangjie, Fuxi, Dongfang, Nangong, Beichen, Ximen, and even Xiaohei and Chenghuang all sacrificed themselves in order to be able to bear the price of the sixth sword.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen was filled with murderous intent towards Yang Yi, wishing he could twitch his muscles and peel off his bones.
Yang Yi's face was gloomy. Although his body was cut in half, he was still calm. He made a hand seal with both hands, and then powerful void power surged out of his body. His speed increased instantly, and he wanted to escape from this place with his upper body.
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Unfortunately, it didn't take long for Yang Yi to escape before he was blocked by a powerful invisible ripple. This invisible ripple turned into a ring and trapped Yang Yi within a few dozen feet.
"The power of the second level of Taoism..."
Yang Yi's expression changed slightly, and he immediately turned to look at Zhuo Wen, who was walking slowly.
The sixth sword severely wounded him, leaving him with no strength left. Moreover, he was cut in half by Zhuo Wen's sword just now, and his strength was severely damaged again. Now only his upper body is left, and his condition is extremely poor.
What made him even more unbelievable was that Zhuo Wen used the sixth sword and was unharmed, which was really unbelievable to him.
Whoosh!
Zhuo Wen ignored Yang Yi's shock. He swung the iron sword in his right hand and made another sword mark. Yang Yi's remaining right arm was cut off by him.
With his arm flying up, Zhuo Wen deliberately controlled the iron sword, letting Yang Yi feel the real pain.
Sure enough, his right arm was cut off, Yang Yi's face turned pale, and his facial muscles were distorted.
Originally, with his strength, it was easy to block pain, but Zhuo Wen used the power of Taoism to invade Yang Yi's pain nerves, making Yang Yi's pain many times more sensitive than ordinary people.
"This sword is returned for Cangjie."
Zhuo Wen's eyes were as cold as a demon, and he pulled out a sword again. He controlled the power of this sword and cut a layer of flesh at the wound on Yang Yi's upper body, causing blood to splash. Yang Yi groaned in pain and almost screamed out.
"This sword is returned for Senior Fuxi."
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"This sword is for Xiao Hei and Cheng Huang."
Zhuo Wen's eyes turned red and he slashed out with his sword, but he accurately controlled the force of each sword to achieve the maximum pain without causing Yang Yi to fall.
At this moment, Yang Yi was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Zhuo Wen deliberately did not let him die happily, but wanted to torture him to death.
Yang Yi even heard that Zhuo Wen was still the Devourer, and the two of them fought with each other and slashed his body with a sword. This made Yang Yi almost faint, but Zhuo Wen struck him with another sword just as he was about to faint.
The pain caused him to wake up immediately.
Zhuo Wen slowly put away his sword and stood up. He looked at Yang Yi quietly in front of him. He saw that Yang Yi's upper body was almost fleshless. All of it had been shaved off by Zhuo Wen, leaving only a blood-red skeleton.
The only complete one should be Yang Yi's head.
"Zhuowen, you are so brave, how dare you make me so embarrassed!"
Yang Yi's eyes were extremely gloomy and he said coldly to Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen stared at Yang Yi's head, but he was a little surprised. It was obvious that Yang Yi was at the end of his rope, why didn't he see any panic on his face?
"Death is imminent, and you are still so arrogant? This last sword is for me. You have deceived me for too long. As early as when I met you, I am afraid that I have already encountered your plan.
Alright?"
"Today, I will completely wipe out your plan and wipe it out completely."
As he spoke, Zhuo Wen turned his wrist, and the iron sword suddenly rotated like a fan, and then he saw his right hand swinging across Yang Yi's head.
Poof!
Yang Yi's head was directly cut in half by him, but Zhuo Wen noticed with a solemn gaze that the eyes of Yang Yi, who was cut in half by him, looked extremely calm, even a little indifferent and scary.
boom!
Yang Yi's head exploded suddenly, and a terrifying aura escaped. Zhuo Wen couldn't help but stepped back. He stared gloomily at Yang Yi's head that exploded automatically.
For some reason, after killing Yang Yi, he didn't feel any relaxed. Instead, he felt heavy. There was even an inexplicable sense of crisis in his mind.
"Dead, Yang Yi is dead too!"
In the distance, Mo Yan Wushang and Shi Ji on Luo Yanjing both let out a sigh of relief, and their hearts filled with excitement.
The pressure that Yang Yi put on everyone was so great that it was as if a mountain was pressing down on everyone's hearts. With Yang Yi's presence, no one dared to express their anger at all.
"Both Devourer and Yang Yi are dead, we are saved..."
In the world inside Luo Yan Jing, countless warriors cheered and cheered. They all shouted Zhuo Wen's name and praised Zhuo Wen's great achievements.
In particular, the members of the Long family in the world all raised their heads and held their chests high, with extreme fanaticism and admiration in their eyes, because the person who saved the Tiankai Continent was the hero of their Long family, and his name was Long Wen.
In the Long Family, Long Tian and Jian Mu came side by side. The two had always existed in the Canglong Palace.
Later, Taoist Canglong merged into Zhuo Wen's sea of consciousness, and after helping Zhuo Wen advance to the level of God, he was transported by Zhuo Wen into the inner world of Luo Yanjing through the Gate of Reincarnation.
"As expected of Lord Long Wen, he has supported the entire Tiankai Continent with one person's strength. He is the hero of the entire continent." Long Tian was trembling with excitement.
Jian Mu was in a state of despair. After he regained consciousness, he learned that Mu Chenxue was seriously injured and unconscious, as if he had lost his soul and was indifferent.
"I must be overthinking it!"
Zhuo Wen shook his head, and immediately thought of the sacrifices of Xiao Hei and Cheng Huang, and his heart was full of bitterness.
Although Yang Yi died, his old friend had passed away, and he had no joy of victory at all.
At the same time, Zhuo Wen looked around, trying to search for any trace of Larvae, but his face changed slightly when he discovered that there was no trace of Larvae at some point.
This larvae eater actually escaped from this place while he was fighting with Yang Yi. Apparently, this larvae eater also realized in advance that Zhuo Wen was not easy to mess with and actually ran away.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Zhuo Wen frowned slightly. He sensed two extremely terrifying auras, approaching quickly.
After feeling these two breaths, Zhuo Wen's forehead was covered with cold sweat and his whole body was shaking. He found that these two breaths were too terrifying and powerful.
"So strong, much stronger than Yang Yi..."
Zhuo Wen's face turned pale. His sea of consciousness transformed into a divine soul, and was blessed by the original power of the original talisman. His divine consciousness was much more powerful than that of ordinary gods, so he immediately sensed the approach of the two powerful auras.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen was really panicked. Even though he had the sixth sword with five steps of blood splattering, he still had no chance of winning. He felt the general difference between him and these two breaths. No matter how he struggled, he still had to fight.
I drank in hatred under these two breaths.
"coming!"
Zhuo Wen trembled all over, and immediately his eyes fell on the starry sky in the distance, where two figures in long robes came step by step.
Although it looks like a leisurely stroll, each step can span hundreds of millions of miles. Zhuo Wen has never seen this type of footwork, but he guessed the name of this type of footwork.
"Shrink to the ground..."
In Zhuo Wen's mind, he suddenly thought of such powerful magical powers that he had only heard about in rumors.