The sword spirit of Chenyuan Ancient Sword has only comprehended more than twenty rules of truth. With Zhang Ruochen's current realm of the Holy King, his truth can no longer help.

However, the Chenyuan Ancient Sword is a real Sanyao Ten Thousand-Past Sacred Artifact, extremely sharp, and may pose some threat to the gatekeepers.

Not far away, Qingyaoya had already started fighting with the guardians, and had no extra energy to observe the sword in Zhang Ruochen's hand.

"Wow—"

A pair of fists and a battle sword appeared on the hands of the gatekeeper, pointing directly to Zhang Ruochen on the opposite side, and suddenly a surging aura burst out and crushed him.

"this……"

Zhang Ruochen only felt that his body became extremely heavy and he was a little unable to move.

"Boom."

The silver giant sword in the hand of the guardian condensed a ten-foot-long sword mysterious weapon, and thousands of sword energy were flying around the giant sword.

With the silver arm moving, the sword's Xuangang and thousands of sword energy flew out at the same time.

"I could actually use the sword art Xuangang. I wouldn't have taken out the Chenyuan Ancient Sword if I had known it."

Zhang Ruochen felt a little regretful, but he had to bite the bullet and fight.

Can't take over the sword's mysterious gang.

In an instant, Zhang Ruochen used the space to move, and the boat of truth disappeared from the sea with him at the same time, avoiding the attack of the guardians. The swordsman's Xuangang and thousands of sword energy hit the sea, making a "rumbling" sound, causing a wave of water more than ten feet high, which was a huge momentum.

At the same time, the boat of truth appeared above the head of the guardian. Zhang Ruochen, who was standing on the boat, said softly: "Wu Sword."

At this moment, time stopped.
Chapter completed!