Ji Feiyu's sudden appearance surprised everyone present.

Ji Feiyu is famous both inside and outside the vast East China Sea. Although he is not a sword saint, he is better than a sword saint.

His swordsmanship is superb and has reached the realm of transformation. It is no exaggeration to say that he is an invincible player in the realm of a saint. He has also been able to defeat the Holy King and has always been called the East China Sea's two greatest masters.

Now, it is even more surprising that the power of the Holy King is suddenly displayed.

"Why did she come? Did she miss the news?"

"Depend on the situation, I must have ambushed in advance, which is not very good."

The Holy King of Fen Tian and others all looked up in panic.

"That's great. Fellow Daoist Feiyu can come to help, so the leader of the alliance will be worry-free."

The two white-robed veterans and those loyal to the Sage King of Whisk all looked surprised at this moment.

Although Ji Feiyu is only the cultivation level of a first-level holy king, none of these matters.

What matters is her identity, the Holy Land of Wuji!

"Haha, it turns out to be fellow Taoist Feiyu. I wonder if your Holy Lord is fine. The two Supreme Elders of this sect are very concerned about them."

Lan Ji was stunned for a moment, then she greeted her with a smile on her face.

Although Ji Feiyu's arrival was unexpected, it was reasonable.

As the overlord who ruled the East China Sea for 100,000 years, no matter how it is, the lean camel is bigger than a horse. The most important thing is that there is a super strong man who suppresses his luck, the Holy Lord of Wuji!

Therefore, Lan Ji was not panicked, and her words were full of temptation.

"Hmph, the teacher is very good, you don't have to worry about it!"

Ji Feiyu snorted coldly, his face very serious.

She knew very well that the two supreme elders of the Corpse Yin Sect in Lan Ji's mouth were also quasi-emperor strong men, and they participated in the battle to siege the Holy Lord Wuji a hundred years ago.

She is still full of unforgettable hatred for this.

But Lan Ji was as careful as her hair and was extremely cunning. When she heard this, she knew that the Holy Lord Wuji had not come, so she felt relieved.

In fact, she had already calculated that with the current situation of the Holy Lord Wuji, it would be impossible for them, such as the minions under the Great Saint, to take action personally and spend the few remaining original powers.

"Haha, I wonder if your famous Holy Son of Wuji has come down from the Palace, we are always acquaintances."

"I haven't seen each other for many years, and I still miss you very much."

Lan Ji suddenly changed her mind and glanced at Ji Feiyu and others in anticipation.

"Su Chen, the Holy Son of Wuji? He is here too?"

Everyone was shocked and looked around.

Su Chen's recent actions have already shaken the world, and his reputation is so high that no one in his generation can compare with him except for the son of Amaterasu who emerged from nowhere.

However, after disguising, Su Chen always sat still.

Even Bai Jinnv was very confused and didn't know what Su Chen was waiting for.

"Hmph, there is no need to say much nonsense. With me here today, I will never let you hurt Senior Whisk!"

"If you know the truth, you will immediately go back to Xizhou, otherwise you will definitely die without a place to bury!"

Looking at the whisk Saint King whose breath was gradually fading, Ji Feiyu was already full of murderous intent and changed the subject directly.

"Fellow Daoist Feiyu, you seem to have made something wrong."

"To me, you are also an enemy, so you'd better die!"

Lan Ji suddenly sneered, and her murderous intention was exposed.

boom!

The two old men in black robe under her command rushed over again, carrying the mighty power of the Holy King, which could destroy everything.

"Then let's fight!"

Ji Feiyu shouted loudly, his aura suddenly rose, holding the holy sword in his hand to attack him head-on.

Buzz!

The holy sword light continued to bloom in the surging yin energy, releasing the sacred power to purify evil and darkness.

Above the sky, sometimes dark clouds cover the sun, sometimes swords break through the dark clouds.

However, Ji Feiyu is not a sword saint after all, and he has just broken through the Holy King. Facing the powerful Corpse Yin Sect with the same strong background, he is indeed unable to compete with him and is soon beaten back.

"Form a formation!"

Seeing this, the saints of the Wuji Holy Land drew out their battle swords, activated the holy power, and built the Wuji Sword Formation.

Huh chi...

The surging sword energy hangs down like a Milky Way, lingering around Ji Feiyu, making her look like a peerless sword immortal descending from the nine heavens.

"The rainbow passes through the sun!"

Ji Feiyu, whose momentum was soaring, suddenly slashed with a sword, leaving a huge crack in time and space in the sky.

Puff!

The two old men in black robe spewed out a mouthful of blood at the same time and flew out. A terrible sword mark appeared on their chests, which were almost cut off in half.

Under the Wuji Sword Formation, Ji Feiyu's sword energy surging all over his body, triggering a controversy between thousands of swords, as if he had entered the realm of the Saint King of Swords.

This made the Holy King Burning Heaven, who had a much deeper cultivation than her, feel a fatal threat, as if another Holy King of Whisk was pressing over their heads.

The terrifying sword was like a tide, and the suppressed people could hardly breathe.

"I am worthy of being the personal disciple of the Holy Lord Wuji, and I have some methods."

Lan Ji shouted coldly, raised her foot and stepped on it, and the white jade coffin below suddenly opened.

Huh chi...

The surging yin energy surged out like a tide, instantly spreading the sky, and the sky and the earth were covered with coldness, as if it had become the underworld.

boom!

The next moment, a white figure suddenly rushed out of the jade coffin, like lightning, and instantly blasted towards Ji Feiyu.

clang...

Ji Feiyu subconsciously blocked the sword and suddenly a trembling sound broke out.

The terrifying power blasted the holy sword into a huge arc, and then passed it to Ji Feiyu's body through the sword body, making her vomit blood and fly out as if she was eaten by thunder.

"What is that?"

"What a terrible power, it's like an ancient beast."

In the fierce aura of the sky, everyone couldn't help but shivered.

However, the white figure did not mean to stop, and continued to attack with a surging evil spirit.

Puff puff puff puff...

The Wuji sword energy, as dense as the Milky Way, was washed away like paper in front of him.

Boom!

The next moment, a huge roar blew the space.

The terrifying destructive power bombarded Ji Feiyu and more than a dozen Wuji Holy Land powerhouses who formed a sword formation.

The power is comparable to that of a great saint!

"one person?"

"No, there is no breath of life, only death, it should be a corpse of war!"

At this time, people saw clearly the white figure, which was actually a war corpse covered with white scales.

The white scales were as crystal clear as beautiful jade, with mysterious runes flashing in them, and terrifying waves that made people's hearts pounding.

"The White Jade War Corpse, this is the invincible war corpse that can only be refined by the corpse of a powerful saint who has created a golden body!"

A white-robed veteran realized something and immediately exclaimed.

The Great Holy War Corpse!
Chapter completed!