Chapter 961 Defeat

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Wuyin had disappeared into the sky, and the Sword Pavilion was also shaken.

Disciples from all sides hurried to attend, just like when they rushed to help Posa City, overwhelming, and all kinds of sword cultivators gathered.

In this era of beastmasters, this group of people is special. They live with swords and swords, and even after death, they are eager to become one of the spirit swords guarding the Sword Pavilion.

"Why don't I go?" The little lion was in the same place, but at this moment, he was entangled in Jiang Wuyin's instructions before leaving.

It is not stupid, and it can see that Jiang Wuyin cherishes it, but the war is just in front of it. It is a pity not to let it go with such a powerful fighting force.

"Brother Xiaoshi, where are you going?" Just as Xiaoshi was determined to help Jiang Wuyin, a childish voice interrupted him.

Turning his head, it was Lingzhi, the youngest disciple of the Sword Pavilion who was also loved. He had obviously just woken up and looked at the disciples who were heading to the front line of the sect, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Is the war going to start again? Where did the master go?"

"Xiao Lingzhi." The appearance of Xiao Lingzhi suddenly changed Xiao Shi's mind.

Compared to himself, Xiao Lingzhi is more innocent, and he will cry if he can't find his master.

In this chaotic situation, running around, there is no telling what will happen.

"An enemy has come to Jiange, and the master has gone to fight the enemy." As he spoke, Xiao Shi picked up Xiao Lingzhi, "He will be back soon, you go with Brother Xiao Shi."

Xiao Shi's movements were very fast, and when Xiao Lingzhi was still ignorant, he was picked up by it and rushed away.

"Where are we going?" After realizing it, Xiao Lingzhi looked at the rapidly receding scenery around him and asked, "Will the master be in danger?"

"Go to the Sword Saint Hall, the master said there is the blessing of the ancestors." Xiao Shi replied, hugging Xiao Lingzhi tightly.

"The master will definitely be fine, he is the strongest in Jiange."

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"Who dares to invade Jiange!"

In front of the Jianmen Pass, a sword energy came and swept away countless aliens.

This group of people are from the Demon Star. They have reached an agreement with Ning Xiachuan. After hesitating for a long time, they finally launched an attack on the Sword Pavilion.

Hundreds of thousands of tribesmen and two original demons, they have also played their trump cards.

"Are you Jiang Wuyin?" The leaders of the battlefield were the Yin and Yang demons. Looking at Jiang Wuyin who was closing the Sword Gate, they all looked at him with some contempt.

"Just an old man with declining blood and qi?"

"Although I am old, my sword is still sharp."

Jiang Wuyin replied, raised his hand, and countless flying swords came behind him.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The flying swords fell like a meteor shower, like the sickle of death that harvested life. In just a moment, groups of Demon Star soldiers fell to the ground.

The power of this flying sword is terrifying. Ordinary Demon Star soldiers can't resist it at all. The stronger generals can only barely block a few.

But Jiang Wuyin can drive such flying swords endlessly!

"We can't let him attack like this!" Seeing Jiang Wuyin's terrifying means, the Yin-Yang Demons who had just looked down on him immediately came forward.

One Yin and one Yang, one cold and one hot, the two who obviously repel each other are together, and at this moment, their power has achieved a strange fusion.

"Humph." Jiang Wuyin saw the thoughts of the two demons, just turned his hand, all the flying swords flew back again, and then flew towards the disciples of the Sword Pavilion.

"Disciples of the Sword Pavilion, follow me to fight."

There was only one sword left in his hand, but as he took a step forward, the Sword Pavilion opened, and thousands of disciples of the Sword Pavilion jumped out of the Sword Gate with swords.

The battle was about to break out, Jiang Wuyin met the Yin-Yang Demons, and after only a few rounds of fighting, he was strongly repelled by the two.

Any of the demons is powerful enough, and the uniqueness of the Yin-Yang Demons allows them to surpass other single demons.

"Old man, you are just a mortal, not even transcendent, and you dare to fight us!"

Having gained the advantage, the Yin Demon once again showed a playful expression.

"Ningxiachuan asked us to come to you. I thought you were so powerful, but you are just like this."

"It turned out to be him." When Jiang Wuyin heard Ningxiachuan's name, he already understood the cause of the matter, and his face darkened.

"Since the emergence of the Sword Pavilion, no one has dared to invade."

Raising his hand again, the long sword in Jiang Wuyin's hand made a buzzing sound, and the momentum on his body soared into the sky.

"Again?" The Yin and Yang Demons thought that Jiang Wuyin was going to fly the sword to hurt the group again, and subconsciously stepped back to protect the soldiers, but the swords in the hands of the Sword Pavilion disciples did not fly over.

Buzz buzz buzz.

The buzzing sound did not stop, and Jiang Wuyin's momentum was still rising rapidly.

"What..." The Yin and Yang Demons felt something was wrong, and their eyes were focused on Jiang Wuyin. The next moment, they saw the swords appearing on the horizon.

Those swords were obviously different from the flying swords that Jiang Wuyin had summoned before. Each one had its own characteristics, and each one... was extremely vivid.

"This is the spiritual sword of my sword pavilion. Each one of them represents a true sword cultivator."

Jiang Wuyin's aura also rose to the highest point at this moment. He just waved his hand, and thousands of spiritual swords flowed and soared like his arms.

The sound of breaking through the air sounded again. This time, the dense sound of breaking through the air became harsh and ferocious.

The faces of the Yin and Yang Demons changed. They wanted to open the barrier, but the thousands of spiritual swords were omnipresent, in all directions, and even included every angle.

What's more terrifying is that these spiritual swords are not simply following Jiang Wuyin's command to attack. These swords are just as Jiang Wuyin said, as if they are real living sword cultivators.

Each sword can perform its own unique sword style, and even actively adjust the attack method and angle. With Jiang Wuyin's blessing, the lethality of these spirit swords will be infinitely magnified...

"Sword control: merge."

In a hurry to respond, Jiang Wuyin waved his hand again, and then the spirit swords quickly merged, and a giant sword seemed to create the world.

"Cut."

A cold and sharp voice fell, and the giant sword chopped down, as if to annihilate everything.

And so fast, the Yin and Yang Demons could not retreat, and could only rely on the combined power of the two to push forward.

Boom!

The huge impact force trampled a piece of the battlefield, and the Yin and Yang Demons followed closely, smashing down like a cannonball, and smashed the piece that was stepped on to create a bigger and deeper pit. Climbing out of the deep pit, blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

"So strong." Yin Demon sweated coldly, looking at Jiang Wuyin's body, for a moment, his eyes were filled with fear and disbelief.

With the blessing of the spirit sword, he even felt that Jiang Wuyin could fight against the Lord God only in Yuanxing.

"I'm afraid that this person's strength has long been beyond the limit. Yuanxing is so decadent, how can there be such a strong man..."

"There are only two of us, and we can't take him down." Yang Mo said, already wanting to retreat: "Ning Xiachuan must know how powerful this old man is, and deliberately let us die."

"Run!"

They are all old hands. They know that they can't win, so they run away very decisively. With just one jump, they each escape in one direction.

They sensed the horror of Jiang Wuyin, and at this moment, even the soldiers dared not command.

As long as they were entangled by the spirit sword, they had nowhere to escape.

"My Sword Pavilion, how can you come and go as you please?"

Jiang Wuyin's eyes were like torches, and his hand slashed in the air. The giant sword that had just merged with the spirit sword split into two, slashing through the void and going to the left and right.

"Not good."

Yang Mo couldn't dodge in time, and the chasing spirit sword chopped off one of his arms with one sword.

This made him even more terrified. When he tried to escape again, the spirit sword split and scattered, blocking all his escape routes.

Yin Mo escaped, but at this time, the figure of Yin Mo escaping fell into the eyes of Yang Mo, and turned into despair.

"No!"

Yang Mo shouted, but this did not make Yin Mo stop. Instead, he ran faster. In the blink of an eye, he completely disappeared into the sky.

Swish, swish, swish.

The spirit sword split again, and a cage imprisoned Yang Mo.

The two demons fled, and the remaining soldiers of the Demon Star were naturally vulnerable. Jiang Wuyin controlled the spirit sword, and in just a blink of an eye, only a pile of broken corpses were left.

"What a demon."

After doing everything, Jiang Wuyin came to Yang Mo. As the descendant of the Sword Saint, he also had some knowledge. At a glance, he saw the truth of Yang Mo, and then he snorted coldly.

"Human race, when will it be your turn to be so depraved and presumptuous?"