Chapter 116o    This sword should only be found in the sky!

In short, facing the sword that Yan Fei had condensed his lifelong cultivation, Tianlu Zhenren had already felt the threat deeply, and his previous arrogance had long disappeared.

Everything he does now has only one purpose, so that his chance of survival under this sword can be increased by a few points, even if it can be increased by one point.

Two magic weapons thrown out.

Sifang Inkstone is also a treasure with divine qualities. This treasure should not be used like this. Now, due to the situation, it is used by the real person of Tianlu to block the sword light of the Mingsha God Sword.

It's really a waste of resources.

As a result, there was no doubt that there was only a crisp sound that the extremely precious Sifang inkstone was shot down by the sword light. The shining light on the Sifang inkstone instantly dimmed, and this sword cleaves a crack.

Next is the thing that looks like a golden plate.

The red gold plate is no lower than the Sifang Inkstone, and this treasure is also of great use. Unfortunately, it is now thrown out by the real person of Tianlu to block the sword.

Click!

After the brittle sound of Sifang Inkstone being hit, another sound followed. The strength of the Red Gold Pan seemed to be less than that of Sifang Inkstone. It was slashed by the sword light and suddenly shattered into countless pieces. Two treasures that reached the divine level were buried under Yan Fei's sword.

You should know that not to mention treasures that have reached the divine level, holy weapons, and even king-level Xuan-level treasures are extremely rare. It is a demanding moment for ordinary practitioners to have one. It would be great if a first-class sect leader can have a holy treasure.

Under the sword of the Netherworld God, two divine treasures were directly destroyed. If this was spread, it would definitely cause cultivators in the world to pause their feet and beat their chests, and they shouted that it was a pity.

What a pity, it is indeed a pity.

Because the two divine treasures were unable to slow down the momentum of the Mingsha God Sword.

At the cost of two divine treasures, Zhenren Tianlu only weakened the sword power of the Mingsha God Sword.

Now, Tianlu Zhenren has also fought hard.

He threw the wind and thunder flag and then made a move to support the sky with both hands.

The palms of his hands were facing upwards, and the lightning light, the rolling lightning, and the surging wind gathered on his head, forming a powerful wind and thunder power field. Tianlu Zhenren had already condensed all his lifelong cultivation in the late stage of Sanxian Realm, but he still had no confidence to take the sword.

In his opinion, the power contained in this sword should not exist in the human world at all.

Everything can only be done and left to fate.

brush!

The sword light fell in response to the sound, and the sword light dozens of feet long passed a huge fan in the night sky, directly slashing on the wind and thunder field that Tianlu Zhenren used his lifelong cultivation to condense on his head.

Kick!

Huhu, Huhuhu!

Buzzing!

Ao!

At this moment, various sounds were intertwined, with the sound of thunder and lightning flashes, the sound of strong winds raging, the sound of sharp swords, and the sound of waves of evil spirits, which were the howling of thousands of unjust souls in the Netherworld God Sword.

Time seems to be still at this moment.

Lao Qingniu, Ying Longwang and others watched quietly. Because they were too shocked, they even forgot their position and their current purpose. In their eyes, they were just simply appreciating this scene, a scene that was rare in a thousand years.

On the golden top of Zhenwu Hall, Qin Xiaotian

With the masters around him, he was still resisting the Nanming Lihuo Sword and Yan Fei's ten thousand swords flying together, and he had no time to enjoy this extraordinary scene.

It was like a sword from the sky, shattering and slashing on the wind and thunder field. The sword energy was everywhere, and the mysterious light flashed. Under the sword light, a figure fell heavily to the ground, faintly, as if it was accompanied by a scream.

ah……

After a few breaths, when everything gradually recovered, everyone flashed their eyes and Yan Fei was still floating in the air. He was still holding the red and blood-like Mingsha Sword in his hand. His whole arm and half of his face were covered with strange flame-like stripes. His eyes were as cold as frost, without any sense. His expression was as lonely as an iceberg for thousands of years.

In Duan Ruyan and Yuwen Xuerou's eyes, what they saw was that the face looked a little pale. Obviously, Yan Fei was consuming a lot now. Fortunately, the self-healing ability of the Immortal Sword Body had recovered, and the scars outside his body were recovering quickly.

On the ground, a figure knelt on one knee and his head was lowered.

It is Tianlu Real Person.

Blood dripped along the corner of his mouth and fell to the ground. His face faced the ground, and he didn't move. He didn't know whether he was dead or alive. The bun that was originally tied up had already spread out, and his head was covered with white and scattered. In an instant, Tianlu Zhenren seemed to have been aged for decades, and his robe was even more riddled and extremely embarrassed at this moment.

But he still did not fall down, but knelt on one knee.

Under Yan Fei's shocking sword, Tianlu Zhenren was not cut in half by a sword, which made Lao Qingniu and others secretly praise him. Tianlu Zhenren, as a top-level immortal, is indeed strong enough.

Silence, dead silence.

After more than a dozen breaths, a dry cough broke the silence.

"Ahem..."

The dry cough led everyone's eyes to Tianlu Zhenren.

However, he saw that Tianlu Zhenren, who had not moved, slowly moved his body. He seemed to have used all his strength and took a few breaths before he stood up.

After standing up, my body shook a few times, as if I could fall down at any time.

Blood still overflowed along the corner of his mouth. He raised his head slightly with difficulty and looked up at Yan Fei in the air. After a long time, he spoke in a hoarse voice: "Okay, such a strong sword. It's so incredible. There is actually someone in the human world who can make such a shocking sword. Haha, hahaha, I lost today, it's not unfair, cough cough, cough cough..."

The crazy laughter touched the wound, causing Tianlu Zhenren to start coughing violently.

After coughing a few times, he flashed his eyes and looked at Yan Fei again.

"Forget it, I will admit it, kill it and keep it, and I will follow the emperor."

As he finished speaking, Tianlu Zhenren tilted his head and looked at the ground with a slanted look, looking like he was at slaughter.

Then, it was waiting, waiting for the arrival of death, and waiting for Yan Fei's verdict.

Unfortunately, Tianlu Zhenren didn't wait for anything.

Not long after, he saw figures passing by himself, with the direction being behind him. For a moment, he seemed to have become an ignored existence.

He was suspicious and hurriedly looked into the air.

Yan Fei has already left.

Zhenren Tianlu turned around and looked again. Yan Fei and his brothers were already heading for the Zhenwu Hall at this moment, and he was actually ignored.
Chapter completed!