Yang Qingxuan's figure froze as he was instantly enveloped by a huge pressure. He couldn't even stand straight and hurriedly used the tip of his sword to stabilize his body.
Xu Weilong's palm strike was still dozens of feet away, but he could already feel the destructive power. It made it difficult for Yang Qingxuan to take another step forward.
On the Cloudvoid Ancient Battle Platform, not only were the swords shattered, but even the ancient battle platform itself was collapsing piece by piece. Some of them were sent flying and turned into dust.
The entire Heaven and Earth fell into darkness under the power of this palm.
The eight Heavenly Lords guarding the battle platform all felt their scalps go numb. They quickly formed hand seals and sent them into the barrier.
Eight layers of light stuck together and expanded the defensive range. Only then did the people on the sea of clouds calm down a little, but they were still terrified.
Dong Zhen's thoughts were extremely complicated. Under the cover of this palm, he directly thought of the outcome of the Firmament Martial Arts Sparring Contest.
Yang Qingxuan was definitely going to die, and Xu Weilong's body was shattered. It seemed that he was going to die too. In this way, only the third place Zhong Jie would be first, and she was from a different race.
The Firmament Martial Arts Sparring Contest that he hosted was probably the most tragic one since the second Human Emperor. It would definitely be recorded in the history of the human race in a humiliating manner.
Dong Zhen's heart was extremely bitter.
In the glorious hall, Lu Yukui's face was ferocious. Huge beads of sweat rolled down his temples. Even if he was a Realm King, he still had to bear the suppression and backlash of the Heavenly Dao.
"A Realm King …"
Yang Qingxuan's eyes narrowed. At this moment, his heart became incomparably calm.
At the juncture of life and death, all kinds of past events replayed in his mind like a picture scroll.
Countless pasts, countless life and death situations, countless tribulations, defeating geniuses one after another, and walking from a low-level realm to here, relying on a Dao Heart that would never admit defeat and never give up.
On the path of martial arts, his footsteps had never stopped.
Not in the past, not now, and not in the future.
Yang Qingxuan raised his foot and faced the Realm King's palm strike. He moved forward again.
"No one can stop the path under my feet, not even a Realm King!"
The Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts left a trail of sound and sparks on the ground. Suddenly, they left the ground.
Yang Qingxuan raised his hand and swung his sword, shouting: "Come out, Ghost Lord!"
"Chi!"
The sword light was like a rainbow as it streaked across the sky filled with demonic might. It was as if spring thunder was about to awaken the dusky earth.
The shadow of the Ghost Lord on the sword suddenly solidified. It opened its eyes and became one with the sword. Both of its hands quickly formed seals to meet the palm!
The destructive pressure around Yang Qingxuan instantly reduced, and a ghastly ghastly aura erupted along with it, transforming into a vast Ghost Talisman that collided with the Myriad Streams Return to Origin!
"Boom!"
A terrifying power swept out, wanting to shake the world.
In front of the hundreds of thousands of shocked eyes, a green sword light shot up into the sky from the Cloudvoid Battle Platform. It kept expanding, wanting to slash apart this pitch-black world filled with demonic might!
At the same time, the ten thousand swords clashed once more!
Sword tombs were broken open one after another. Sword Qi rushed into the heavens like stars in an eternal night. Specks of light flickered in the sky before converging into the ghost sword.
"Boom!"
Xu Weilong's World King Realm palm was actually completely blocked by this sword!
Sword Qi surged into the nine heavens, spreading out from Yang Qingxuan's hand and illuminating this bright universe!
"What!?"
Above the sea of clouds, in the void, all the gazes that were cast onto the Cloudvoid Battle Platform turned pale with shock.
"What is that? It actually blocked a World King's palm! "
The ghost fire in the Ghost Lord's eyes slowly emitted a pale green light, revealing endless cruelty and a sinister smile. It stared at the shocked Xu Weilong, as if it wanted to see through the master behind him.
"Only the palm strength of a One Star World King, it's not enough for this Ghost Lord to look at! Let me drag you out and see who the true body of this Three Corpses is!? "
The Ghost Lord roared. Accompanied by Yang Qingxuan's sword energy, it rushed forward and grabbed at Xu Weilong's chest.
Millions of ghost talismans flew out from its palm, and half of its arm reached into the void, wanting to find the real culprit behind this!
"Pfft!" In the glorious hall, Lu Yukui suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and said in horror, "Your Majesty!"
After devouring Mo Tu's remnant soul and Yama Jun, the Ghost Lord had just recovered the strength of a World King. Originally, there was nothing to fear.
However, the Ghost Lord had the comprehension of the Lord of a Thousand Realms, and Lu Yukui was suppressed by the Heavenly Dao. Most of his strength had been reduced, and he was actually surrounded by ghost energy.
The sinister power turned into a giant hand in the glorious hall and grabbed at Lu Yukui, wanting to drag him away.
A cold light flashed in Yang Yunjing's eyes as he said coldly, "Sword Spirit? Hmph! "
With a light snort, he raised his right hand and a bit of sword energy shot out from his fingertip, hitting the giant hand and instantly shattering all the shackles on Lu Yukui's body.
Moreover, the sword light did not decrease. It circled in the air and shuttled in the direction of the Ghost Lord.
"Bang!"
On the Cloudvoid Battle Platform, a golden light shot out from Xu Weilong's body and hit the Ghost Lord, cutting his entire upper body into two!
"Ah! Not good, it's the Taixuan Sword Intent! "
The Ghost Lord screamed and could no longer maintain his state. He instantly collapsed, turning into specks of spiritual light and returning to the sword.
Yang Qingxuan's heart shook violently. Without the Ghost Lord's shout, he had already sensed the identity of this sword intent. It was many times more profound than what he had comprehended from Yang Wuxin.
In the current world, there was only one person who could display such a terrifying Taixuan Sword Intent!
Yang Qingxuan's pupils constricted, and a golden light flickered as he looked in the direction of the sword energy.
In the dark void, there was no light at all, and he could not see clearly at all.
Moreover, Xu Weilong's body began to collapse, and his connection with the person behind him began to be cut off.
There was no hope for Yang Qingxuan to find the person behind this.
At this moment, Xu Weilong, who was about to collapse, suddenly opened his eyes. A terrifying red light turned into a thunderbolt and instantly rushed into Yang Qingxuan's mind!
"Don't think that you can live just because you blocked my palm! If I want you to die at midnight, you won't live to see dawn! Even if my identity is exposed, I will kill you on the spot today! "
"Soul Snatching!"
In the glorious hall, Lu Yukui spat out another mouthful of blood, and his face was as pale as paper.
Under the continuous injuries, he forcefully activated the secret technique, and used it one last time before Xu Weilong's body completely collapsed.
Xu Weilong's physical body had completely collapsed and was about to turn into scraps of garbage, unable to withstand any more force. Lu Yukui grasped this last thread of connection and wanted to shatter Yang Qingxuan's consciousness in the Spiritual Ocean, pushing him beyond redemption!
Lu Yukui's hands formed a strange rune, and ripples spread out in his eyes. Countless tiny runes flew around him. It was Chen Er Shi Ling's spiritual attack secret technique — Soul Snatching!
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