Tian Yuan

Chapter 1135 The true supreme swordsmanship

The Guiyang Sword in his hand, knowing Li Muyang's intention, made a clanking sound that was different from the original one.

A faint layer of soft light appeared on the surface of the sword, flowing slowly and creating halo waves.

The shocking killing formation arranged by twenty-seven top experts trapped Li Muyang in the center of the formation. The ultimate killing power was concentrated and the target was locked.

"Boom——"

Endless killing spewed out, causing the sky to explode, the laws to ripple, and a scene of destruction.

Li Muyang's face was calm and there was no trace of fear as dozens of killing moves came at him. The cloudy and deep eyes revealed a chill that made people tremble.

"A sword dances lightly."

Enemies were coming from all directions, and Li Muyang felt as if his heart had stopped. He whispered a word, his eyes full of thoughts.

In a trance, I saw the confidante of my youth. Pour yourself tea, pour wine, play the piano, and dance.

I just lament that the years are ruthless and do not allow beautiful women to live long.

The sword expresses the tenderness in the heart and recalls the beautiful figure.

Then, he raised his hand and swung his sword.

"Shh-"

The brilliant light flashed across the body, sending waves in all directions, covering mountains and rivers for more than a million miles.

"Bang bang bang..."

The killing power gathered by the heroes was all wiped out by this sword light. They could not get close to Li Muyang. He was hundreds of feet away, and everything turned into nothingness.

The remaining power of the sword spirit was still there, falling into every corner of the killing formation, causing the formation's barrier to tremble violently.

The ancestors of the ancient clan occupying various places in the formation were under extremely strong pressure and tried hard to resist, with solemn expressions and panting.

"It seems to be much stronger than before. Is it my imagination?"

A certain ancestor lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the open wound in his palm. It was caused by the residual power of the sword. A stinging sensation swept through his whole body. He gasped in pain, and the uneasiness deep in his heart became more intense.

"I want to activate the Cauldron of Extreme Sorrow and borrow your power."

The ancestor of the Dingxuan Ancient Clan, not wanting to delay any further, shouted loudly. Immediately afterwards, he took out his belongings and a four-legged ancient cauldron appeared in the sky.

Ding Jishang is a quasi-imperial weapon refined by his ancestors. Completely preserved and full of aura.

The strong men from all races used their profound energy to bless the killing array, allowing Patriarch Dingxuan to take it.

"town!"

Ancestor Dingxuan borrowed the spiritual power of powerful people from all races to revive the Ding of Sorrow in a very short time, which was enough to unleash its full power.

With the blessing of infinite profound energy, the Jishang Cauldron instantly bloomed with dazzling light, and the cauldron expanded like a giant mountain.

"Boom"

With the full force of Patriarch Dingxuan, Jishang Ding stood on a high place, covering the sky and the sun, covering the battlefield. The vast and boundless Dao power was condensed, falling from the sky and hitting Li Muyang.

The Jishang Cauldron fell rapidly, and before the cauldron could reach it, Daowei had already smashed through the sky for countless miles, causing the ground beneath Li Muyang to collapse suddenly, forming a huge crater with a diameter of tens of thousands of miles, with a huge momentum, like the end of the world.

"One sword to leave sorrow."

Li Muyang shattered the void with one foot, turning it into a flash of white light. From bottom to top, he wanted to touch the Cauldron of Sorrow head-on without any fear.

No one saw how Li Muyang drew his sword. They only saw the rain of swords in the sky, flowing against the sky for nine days. The fierce power spread across the territory for millions of miles, sputtering out hundreds of millions of cold light, as if it was going to engulf the world.

Every ray of sword light seems to contain a hint of sadness. The world is extinct, and one person is miserable.

"clang--"

In an instant, the retrograde billions of sword rain pierced the Jishang Cauldron, breaking the barrier outside the cauldron, and bombarded it solidly.

"Boom, boom, boom"

The earth shook, and thunder flashed.

High in the sky, the laws are intertwined and chaotic.

The glow spreads and the space collapses, which is particularly spectacular.

The long rain of swords seems to have created a beautiful ancient painting, directly touching the deepest part of the soul.

Plum blossom forest, three-story bamboo building, wooden tables and chairs, and a pot of turbid wine.

One person sat down to taste wine, and the other person played the piano with a smile.

The breeze blew slowly, and a few plum blossoms floated in and fell on the green hair of the woman playing the piano. She was charming and like a fairy. The wine-tasting swordsman enjoyed this warm and wonderful time. His eyes never left the person playing the piano for a moment, and he greedily drank the wine on the table.

The scene changed and the building became empty.

The swordsman is still there, but the man playing the harp has been reduced to a handful of loess.

The plum blossoms are withered and the air is cold and rustling.

The swordsman drinks wine as his companion all day long, walking lonely, unshaven, uncombed hair, clothes stained with dust, and uninhibited.

The vision of sword power is like a dream.

The sword wielded by Li Muyang carries all the sorrows of the past, saying goodbye to the past and seeing off the beauty.

"cut!"

A long roar, soaring to the sky.

The billions of sword rain seemed to sublimate at this moment, and the Tao Yun surged, tearing apart the nine days, causing the old land to tremble.

The falling Jishang Cauldron froze in mid-air and began to tremble with a "clanging" sound, and thousands of sword marks appeared on its surface.

After a few breaths, Li Muyang found a suitable opportunity, held the Guiyang Sword, and stabbed out with the sword.

"Boom!"

The Jishang Cauldron was penetrated, and a huge gap appeared in the cauldron.

The quasi-emperor's weapon was damaged.

No matter how the ancient clan hero used the killing formation, he could not stop Li Muyang's full sword strike.

Patriarch Dingxuan felt heartbroken when he saw that the treasure at the bottom of the box was damaged. Compared to the damage to the treasure, a stronger emotion surged into my heart, and that was... fear!

Fear of Li Muyang.

The ancestors of all ethnic groups all felt the same way: shock, fear, uneasiness, anxiety, and disbelief.

The complete quasi-emperor weapon was actually destroyed by Li Muyang's sword.

What's even more exaggerated is that this is the quasi-emperor's Taoist soldiers mobilized by the heroes. Logically speaking, even the quasi-emperor in the true sense is difficult to stop, so he needs to stay away and not dare to confront anyone head-on.

"impossible!"

"Li Muyang has never been so scary before, how could he suddenly be so...unbelievable."

"Unless Li Muyang has been hiding his clumsiness just now, his true strength is now."

"You just deliberately hid your strength, why?"

Everyone was horrified, their faces were pale and their lips were trembling. During the transmission, the tone of voice was intermittent and the mood swings were huge, which was far beyond the acceptance range of the elders.

"Contact the ethnic group immediately, mobilize the original power, mobilize the imperial soldiers, and suppress it!"

Ancestor Lin Qian felt uneasy in his heart and quickly sent a message to the ancestors of all races to discuss a result as soon as possible.

"We will share the ancestral weapon that activates the ancestral weapon. Please take action, fellow Taoist!"

The elders responded immediately.

"it is good!"

Ancestor Linqian didn't hesitate and quickly informed the higher-ups in the clan.

Although it will consume a ray of original power, it is definitely worth it to suppress Li Muyang.

This man is so terrible!

Without the help of the ancestral weapon, everyone has no confidence in taking it down.

A sword broke the quasi-emperor's weapon, and his strength was no weaker than that of ordinary quasi-emperors.

"One stick of incense, hold on!"

It will take some time to mobilize the source and revive the imperial soldiers.