Chapter 1202 Absolute Suppression, the Sword Faces the Earth

"Damn! Despicable humans!"

Lance let out a roar, and his wings opened suddenly, the thorns on the upper wings were tense, and the strength of his whole body was raised to the extreme.

"Stop the clouds!"

The double daggers swung violently, and slashed past!

"Boom!"

Ba Dao slashed on the daggers, Lance held it forcibly, endless anger spewed out of his blue eyes, and shouted, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Dao Jinghuan shouted: "Enhance the sword intent!"

All the disciples changed their seals one after another.

The huge knife light in the air finally fell, smashing Lance's resistance to pieces.

"Boom!"

A huge knife shadow slashed on Lance's body, he let out a sharp scream, and flew out backwards. Just like Yuan Kui, he hit the wall of the ancestral hall, bounced back hard, and fell to the ground, vomiting blood.

There was scarlet and glaring blood in front of Lance's body, the knife marks went deep into his chest, and the flesh and blood turned upside down, which was very terrifying.

Lance struggled to stand up, his eyes were ferocious and ferocious, and he kept roaring in a low voice.

Dao Jinghuan said with a sinister smile: "Haha, at the end of the crossbow, I will come back to take your life later."

As he spoke, his eyes turned, and finally fell on Yang Qingxuan.

"I came all the way, and I heard that there is a person with a blue-toothed ghost face who specializes in robbing money. He is a full-fledged evil star. You are talking about it, right?"

Dao Jinghuan's eyes flashed coldly, and he sneered: "You really have some strength. If I joined forces with that Yasha just now, maybe I would still be in some trouble, and it would take a little more effort to deal with you, but now, haha !"

Dao Jinghuan waved his hand, and more than ten disciples immediately dispersed and surrounded Yang Qingxuan.

Dao Jinghuan said with a sinister smile: "If you kneel down and kowtow, and offer the treasures in the temple with both hands, I can consider to spare your life."

Yang Qingxuan put his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "From the beginning to the end, you are the only one here babbling, there are so many scenes."

"You... damn it!"

"Out with the knife!"

Dao Jinghuan yelled angrily, and he drew his sword out of its sheath first, and slashed directly at Yang Qingxuan like a streak of horses flying across the air.

Yang Qingxuan raised his hand, turned into a fighting ghost, and stabbed straight out.

"Boom!"

The swords collided, and the boundless sharp air exploded, and the aftermath was pushed around, as if it could flatten the void.

Dao Jinghuan's complexion changed slightly, and he shouted: "Shape-shifting!"

More than a dozen sword field disciples around immediately flew around Yang Qingxuan, and pieces of sword light came from all directions, interweaving into an airtight sword net.

Yang Qingxuan made a tactic with one hand, raised it above his head, and shouted: "Sword!"

A majestic sword energy spread from his body, turning into countless sword shadows, which collided with those sword lights.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Thousands of swords are intertwined, and sharp breaths spread out one after another.

As the disciples in Daoyu continued to change positions, Yang Qingxuan also stepped on his feet and moved according to the changes in the formation.

All of a sudden, the entire hall was full of swords and swords, and the fierce air poured down like mercury, sweeping the space everywhere.

Both Yuan Kui and Lance sat cross-legged on the ground, adjusting their breath to restore their vitality, while paying attention to Yang Qingxuan's battle situation. If Yang Qingxuan also loses, the three of them will be in trouble.

Destiny is so miraculous, just now they were fighting to the death and slashing the opponent's enemies to death, but now they have suddenly become grasshoppers who share their destiny and are tied to the same rope.

Fortunately, Yang Qingxuan's sword energy is not diminished, and his steps are exquisite. Every step he moves makes it impossible for the sword array to display its power. The ten or so disciples were almost in a state of slashing randomly, all of them were blocked by the sword energy around him.

"Combine the knife!"

Dao Jinghuan couldn't fight for a long time, and shouted in shock and anger.

All the disciples made a tactic one after another, and a blade shadow hung upside down in the air, turning into mercury-like brilliance, and slowly condensing into a huge overbearing sword.

Dao Jinghuan's face was ferocious, and he shouted: "Go to hell! Slash with Ba Dao!"

As soon as the knife light turned in the air, it roared down!

Both Lance and Yuan Kui's eyes were wide open, and their hearts were awe-inspiring.

Both of them were defeated by this knife. If Yang Qingxuan couldn't stop them, the three of them would die imminently.

Yang Qingxuan tapped his feet slightly, took half a step back, and made a tactic with one hand, the sword light flickered from the center of his eyebrows, forming sword shadows in the air.

The scene in the entire hall began to become dim, as if a barren land suddenly descended.

Time and space seemed to stop for a moment.

Both Lance and Yuan Kui's hearts were shocked. When they looked up, countless sword souls were stuck upside down on the ground, extending to infinity, like a huge sword cemetery!

Yuan Kui's heart was shocked, and he said in horror: "This... this is..."

When he was in the Black Sea, he was once suppressed by Yang Qingxuan. At that time, he still had doubts about Yang Qingxuan's martial spirit. Seeing such a scene now, how can he not understand!

The sword field disciples who formed the formation felt a great sense of oppression, and their hearts trembled. The condensed sword souls trembled, and there were signs of laxity.

Dao Jinghuan was even more shocked in his heart, and said in horror: "Taixuan Jianzhong! No, it's impossible! Ba Dao slashed, slashed! Kill him!"

The Tyrannical Saber condensed in the sky above the formation was condensed by the sword intent and martial soul of the disciples. Under the pressure of the Taixuan Sword Tomb, it was already trembling, and it was about to collapse into a sword.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes were cold and stern, and he shouted softly: "Suppressing the martial spirit! The sword is on the ground!"

"Boom!"

The Ba Saber in the battle finally shattered under the huge pressure of the sword mound, scattered into countless soul lights, and dissipated in the hall.

The disciples of the Dao domain, and even Dao Jinghuan himself, lost contact with Wuhun in an instant and were completely suppressed!

Afterwards, Wan Jian trembled on the sword mound one after another, bursting out the sound of sword cries and peerless sword intent, countless swords rose up, flashing with sharp sword light, densely arrayed in the sky.

The terrifying coercion spread, as if the king came to the earth, and everything crawled.

"what!!"

The sword field disciples kept screaming in pain. Under the sword intent, without seeing the sword light, sword marks were cut on their bodies, and blood was shot out.

"No, I'm going to die, run away!"

A disciple hastily took out the yellow talisman, trying to activate it and send it out.

But the talisman flashed and burned out in his hand, but it was of no use at all, the disciple was still standing where he was.

The other sword field disciples followed suit and took out the yellow talismans, but without exception, they all failed!

Yuan Kui's pupils shrank suddenly, and he said in surprise, "It's this hall! This strange hall has suppressed the space transmission!"

"Forgive! Forgive! Forgive, my lord!"

All the disciples in Daoyu were really in a hurry. They were all frightened out of their wits. They have always dominated the fate of others. How have they ever been dominated by others?

A group of people hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, begging for their lives.

But Yang Qingxuan was not moved at all, and there was a chilling coldness in his eyes.

The infinite sword intent easily penetrated the body of the sword field disciple, cutting off all the flesh and blood and meridians!

"Ah! Ah!"

A large number of screams sounded, and then it was reduced to smoke.

Dao Jinghuan was the only one left, who kept using the sword to resist the sword intent, making the sound of "bang bang bang" metal collisions, holding the invalid yellow talisman in his left hand, with fear and despair on his face.

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