There were too many disciples of Youhuan Sect, and they were densely packed like locusts, engulfing Zhuo Wen's whole body. Like dark clouds, the area where Zhuo Wen was located became extremely dark.
Although the Wushi Demonic Gold Sword kills extremely fast, it still cannot keep up with the speed at which the disciples of the Netherworld Sect are dying one after another.
Many Netherworld Sect disciples broke through the defense of the Wushi Demonic Golden Sword and directly attacked Zhuo Wen inside, while Zhuo Wen could only use his two-handed purple sword to resist the attack of those fish that slipped through the net.
"Sect Master, this boy is really powerful. He is so tenacious despite being surrounded by so many disciples!"
You Yewei was surrounded by four old men, who were the elders of Youhuan Sect. There was originally a fifth elder, but they were killed by Zhuo Wen instantly, leaving only four of them.
"The four of you come together and take down Zhuo Wen in one fell swoop!" You Yewei said with a gloomy look.
The four elders nodded slightly and rushed out one after another, using their respective artifacts to rush towards the center of the battle group.
After seeing Zhuo Wen's unusualness, the four elders did not have any carelessness, but used all their strength as soon as they took action.
With the four elders joining the battle group, Zhuo Wen, who was originally in decline, immediately became in danger.
The monks outside the Youhuan Sect shook their heads involuntarily when they saw this scene. They knew that Zhuo Wen could not resist it for much longer.
Thinking of Zhuo Wen's heroic words before, these monks felt it was extremely ridiculous. They knew that Zhuo Wen was just talking nonsense.
"Sure enough, this Zhuo Wen is here to make a joke. Even before the leader of the Netherworld Sect takes action, he has been completely suppressed. Look at it like this, it won't be long before this guy is going to be defeated."
Some monks couldn't help but shake their heads and ridicule, thinking that Zhuo Wen was simply an idiot.
"No, look, a lot of Youhuan Sect disciples up there died all at once. What are those, so many swords!"
Suddenly, a monk noticed something was wrong, pointed at the battle group above and shouted in a low voice.
Everyone looked up and saw in a daze that a rusty broken sword suddenly appeared around Zhuo Wen, who was surrounded by countless disciples of the Netherworld Sect.
And this broken sword was surrounded by more than nine thousand ancient swords with cold light. Each ancient sword was extraordinary, and the sharpness emanating from it made everyone tremble with fear.
Zhuo Wen, dressed in white, Sheng Xue, took one step forward, put his right foot on the broken sword body, and suddenly swept out. Suddenly, more than nine thousand ancient swords were like stars, emitting bright sword light and spreading out in all directions.
Poof!
Poof!
…
In just an instant, the sword light spread out in all directions like water. One-third of the densely packed Youhuan Sect disciples exploded into blood mist in an instant, and the blood poured down like a waterfall of blood, which was spectacular.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold, and he stepped out step by step. Under his control, the Nine Thousand Ancient Sword was like a killing machine. Wherever it passed, blood filled the sky and mountains of corpses appeared.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen was protected by more than 9,000 ancient swords outside, surrounded by forty-eight magic gold swords without beginning, and held purple swords in both hands. No Netherworld Sect monk could break through his defense.
Become a dead soul under his sword.
It can be said that this is simply an unequal killing and a unilateral massacre.
As the number of corpses increased, the disciples of the Youhuan Sect finally began to fear, began to retreat, and did not dare to rush forward.
Because, they felt that the young man in front of them was too powerful, and they felt that if they went up, they would die and it would be in vain.
As a result, some disciples with low cultivation levels finally ran away like crazy, and their number increased.
It is a pity that these fleeing Netherworld Sect disciples did not leave for long before they were overtaken by the terrifying sword light and completely strangled into blood mist.
"I am willing to leave Youhuan Sect. I swear that I will no longer be a disciple of Youhuan Sect and will have nothing to do with Youhuan Sect from now on."
Finally, a disciple of the Youhuan Sect hurriedly swore an oath to renounce his relationship with the Youhuan Sect.
After the Youhuan Sect disciple finished his oath, he was surprised to find that the terrifying more than 9,000 ancient swords around him passed by him, as if they had turned a blind eye to him.
"Thank you!"
This disciple of the Youhuan Sect naturally knew that Zhuo Wen was letting him live. After thanking him quickly, he immediately used the escape talisman to leave the Youhuan Sect.
With this disciple setting a precedent, the rest of the Youhuan Sect disciples swore to leave the Youhuan Sect and immediately fled away from the Youhuan Sect.
Zhuo Wen did not prevent these disciples who had left the Netherworld Sect from leaving, but concentrated on killing those monks who were still resisting.
In just ten breaths of time, the dense crowd of Netherworld Sect disciples, who were dying and running away, became extremely sparse.
The monks outside the Youhuan Sect looked at the young man in white who was surrounded by countless sword lights, their pupils shrank involuntarily, and they were frightened.
They finally knew why Zhuo Wen dared to come and clamor to destroy the Youhuan Sect. It turned out that this boy was so terrifying.
At the same time, everyone also remembered that this son possesses such treasures as the Starry Sky Essence.
With such strength, combined with the Tianyu Starry Sky Essence, it would be really terrifying.
Boom!
Suddenly, Zhuo Wen's forward momentum suddenly stopped, and the more than nine thousand ancient swords that originally surrounded Zhuo Wen all stagnated in mid-air under the terrifying power of the fist.
Zhuo Wen took a few steps back and looked at You Yewei in front of him with slightly narrowed eyes.
I saw You Yewei staring at Zhuo Wen in front of him with murderous intent, and the four elders who were retreating steadily breathed a sigh of relief when they saw You Yewei take action.
However, after seeing Zhuo Wen's terrifying strength, the four elders no longer dared to underestimate the young man in white in front of them.
"I didn't expect that after more than ten years since I last saw you, your strength has grown so fast. But do you think that with your strength, you can really destroy our Youhuan Sect? Isn't it a bit crazy?"
You Yewei's eyes flickered, but he was also very surprised in his heart.
He could feel that Zhuo Wen's strength might not necessarily be weaker than his own. Coupled with the Tianyu Starry Sky Essence in this child, You Yewei was not sure whether he could win this child.
"Great Elder, you go to Nether Palace to call the ancestor out. This son will definitely be killed." You Yewei silently sent a message to the strongest of the four elders.
The Great Elder has a long, snow-white beard and looks kind-hearted, but in fact his eyes are full of ruthlessness, and he is obviously not a good person.
The great elder looked at Zhuo Wen who was not far away, nodded gently, and then left the place quietly.
"ah!"
However, the great elder didn't leave for long before he let out a scream.
You Yewei's expression changed slightly, and he quickly looked towards the great elder, only to see that the great elder's whole body was pierced by a spear, and he kept struggling, but he couldn't break free at all.
In front of the great elder, a sixty-year-old man was holding a spear and his eyes were filled with a serious smile.
This person was none other than Zhang Zhicheng. Zhuo Wen was fully prepared this time. He was willing to act as a bait to attract You Yewei's attention, and then let Zhang Zhicheng and others seize the opportunity to attack the high-level monks of Youhuan Sect.
"Who are you?"
You Yewei shouted loudly, but soon, his expression changed drastically.
Because the moment he turned his head, Zhuo Wen had already taken action.
Zhuo Wen took one step forward, and more than nine thousand ancient swords fell like rain, suddenly pouring in front of You Yewei like a violent storm.
You Yewei cursed secretly in his heart, and immediately took out a scroll and opened it violently. In a moment, tens of thousands of miles away, he was surrounded by the scroll. Horrifying flames erupted around the scroll, and the surrounding area instantly became a world of flames.
boom!
The defensive power of this flame scroll is quite strong, and it actually completely blocked the bombardment of more than 9,000 ancient swords.