Chapter 859 Easily Defeated Man Yue Wen Hao, You, You Are His Person!!!

"Boom!"

Seeing this, Ci Song shook the sword in his hand. Suddenly, the righteous energy between heaven and earth gathered, like the rolling Yangtze River, poured into the sword, turned into a dazzling sword light, gushed out, and slashed directly at the two dazzling lights.

The sword light cut through the sky, bringing a sharp wind sound, as if even the sky and the earth were split by this sword. The dazzling light was not to be outdone, and it collided head-on with the sword light. The two collided violently in the air, erupting with a deafening roar.

"Bang!"

After a loud bang, the sword light and the dazzling light dissipated at the same time, but Ci Song had instantly arrived in front of the middle-aged man in purple robe. He held the Shengxie Sword, the sword light flickered, and slashed fiercely at the middle-aged man in purple robe.

Facing Ci Song's sharp sword, the purple-robed man showed no fear on his face. He formed seals with his hands and muttered something. Countless stars suddenly appeared in the surrounding starry sky. These stars flashed with brilliant light, like meteors, smashing towards Ci Song.

Ci Song waved his sword, and the shadow of the saint behind him moved with him. The sword light was mighty, like an invisible barrier, directly blocking all the stars that were smashing, and then chopped them into pieces with one sword.

"Yin Yang Secret Method, Stars Fall!"

The purple-robed middle-aged man saw this and his face changed slightly. He drew a strange trajectory with his hands in front of him. Suddenly, two terrifying auras, one yin and one yang, gathered in his palms. These two auras were like two giant dragons, intertwined in the air, and turned into a black sun and a white moon, hanging high in the void.

The black sun exuded an extremely hot breath, as if even the air was scorched by it; while the white moon exuded an icy and piercing breath, making people feel like falling into an ice cellar.

The two suns and moons reflected each other, forming a strange and terrifying picture.

With the appearance of the two suns and moons, the stars in the entire void world seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force and began to tremble violently. Then, these stars actually broke away from the star track one by one, turned into a stream of brilliant light, and flew towards Ci Song with a roar.

Each stream of light contains the power of a star. So many streams of light fly at the same time, and their power is simply unimaginable.

Facing this overwhelming stream of stars, Ci Song was not afraid. He raised the Shengxie sword in his right hand, and the phantom of the saint behind him made the same move.

"The flowers in the hall intoxicated three thousand guests, and the sword light chilled fourteen states."

As Ci Song recited this poem, the Shengxie sword in his hand suddenly burst out with a dazzling sword light. This sword light soared into the sky like a giant dragon, facing the whistling stream of stars.

"Boom!"

After a loud noise, the dazzling sword light and countless stars collided violently in the air. Although the stars and stars contained powerful power, they were shattered under the bombardment of the dazzling sword light and turned into countless light points and dissipated into nothingness. The dazzling sword light continued to slash towards the middle-aged man in purple robe.

"Yin Yang and the Five Elements, the movement of the heavenly way, the change of the four seasons, things will turn to the opposite extreme, life and death will coexist, and the cycle will never end."

As the spell was recited, the stars that were originally summoned by him with secret methods exploded at the same time. The explosion of each star produced a terrifying force. These forces gathered together to form a terrifying torrent of power that roared towards Ci Song.

At the same time, the black sun and the white moon hanging in the void also turned into a Yin Yang Tai Chi pattern. This pattern exudes a mysterious and terrifying aura, as if even the heaven and earth can be swallowed by it. It smashed into the dazzling sword light and the torrent of power, enveloping Ci Song together.

"Boom!"

After a loud noise, the dazzling sword light was shattered by the Yin-Yang Tai Chi pattern. And the terrifying torrent of power continued to roar towards Ci Song as if to devour him.

"Die!"

The purple-robed middle-aged man laughed grimly and pushed his hands forward. Suddenly, the terrifying torrent of power and the Yin-Yang Tai Chi pattern accelerated and smashed towards Ci Song at the same time.

"Confucian swordsmanship, a sword of heaven and earth."

Facing this terrifying torrent of power and the Yin-Yang Tai Chi pattern, Ci Song's expression did not change, and he said lightly.

After the voice fell, the phantom of the saint behind him completely solidified, as if a real saint had descended. At the same time, a more terrifying saintly aura burst out from Ci Song's body.

"Buzz!" The Shengxie Sword trembled violently, making a sword sound, and then the sword body suddenly burst into a dazzling and dazzling brilliance, and a terrifying sword energy gushed out from the Shengxie Sword, slashing towards the torrent of power and the Yin-Yang Tai Chi pattern.

At this moment, Ci Song and the saint's phantom seemed to merge into one. One man and one sword, like the sharpest sword in the world, sharp and unmatched.

"Boom!"

The brilliant sword light collided with the torrent of power and the Yin-Yang Tai Chi pattern, and a deafening roar broke out. The terrifying power aftermath instantly swept across the entire void world.

The purple-robed middle-aged man saw this and his expression changed drastically. He formed seals with his hands and condensed a series of defensive barriers to try to resist the terrifying power aftermath. However, his defensive barrier was like paper in front of the terrifying power aftermath and was easily torn apart.

The purple-robed middle-aged man looked terrified and wanted to escape from the range of the terrifying power aftermath. But it was too late. The terrifying power aftermath swept over in an instant, directly submerging the purple-robed middle-aged man.

"Ah!" A shrill scream sounded, and the figure of the middle-aged man in purple robe was instantly blown away, spurting out a large mouthful of blood, and the whole person's breath instantly became weak. Ci Song was still standing in the void, his expression calm, as if the terrifying power aftermath just now had no effect on him.

"This, this is impossible, your saint phantom, how could it be him!!!"

The middle-aged man in purple robe widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief. His horrified eyes did not look at Ci Song, but at the staring saint phantom behind Ci Song.

Ci Song naturally noticed a little bit, and then raised a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, "Don't you recognize that the sword in my hand was once his sword? Do you think I can really keep the Wenyun Orb by myself?"

"You, you are originally his person, and he took the initiative to give you the Wenyun Orb?!"

The middle-aged man in purple robe heard what he said, and his face showed a look of horror.

"Haha, you're not that stupid, so I investigated the battle to guard the pass in order to erase those so-called clues and completely cut off all possibilities."

Ci Song gently waved the Shengxie sword in his hand, creating a sword flower, "So, how much do you know about what happened back then?"

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