Mu Ling blocked Jian Wuchen's path. Jian Wuchen was carrying a sword on his back, dressed in plain clothes, with an indifferent expression on his face and an imposing appearance. If one did not know that he was a sword slave, then no one would be able to see through him.
Looking at his imposing manner, he was definitely a hero!
"Get out of my way!" Jian Wuchen did not speak much, but his words were enough. He did not have a good impression of the eighth prince, but he could not ignore the disciples of Yuncheng city.
Cooperating with the eighth prince was just an order from the sect. He glanced at the two people fighting with Ye Xiwen and saw that Ye Xiwen didn't show any signs of falling into a disadvantageous position. If they continued to fight like this, then he didn't know when they would be able to rescue the disciples trapped in the Xueling great formation. Since they couldn't do it, then he could only do it himself.
"Impossible!" Mu Ling indifferently said and glanced at Ye Xiwen. He was relieved to see that Ye Xiwen was not falling into a disadvantageous position.
Both of them were not talkative people, so since they could not come to an agreement, then they directly started fighting.
Jian Wuchen's sword instantly pierced through the sky, creating specks of flowing clouds. The sword-light was like a painting of flowing clouds breaking through space as it came crashing down.
Jian Wuchen was ruthless and did not hold back at all.
At the same time, Mu Ling also made his move. Both of them cultivated the Sword Dao, but it was clearly different from Jian Wuchen's elegant and graceful Sword Dao. It didn't have the slightest gloomy feeling that came from cultivating corpse qi. Instead, it was majestic and upright. This was another kind of Grand Dao.
The strong aura of both sides made many of the spectating disciples tremble. Although the fight between these two was not as intense as the fight between Ye Xiwen and the other two, but the destruction caused by their fight was not much worse. After all, they were only one level away from each other and the destructive power of truth seventh stage was unimaginable. In addition to a few experts of truth seventh stage, they were considered as the top experts on the demon island and no one dared to underestimate them.
"Boom!" The Sword Qi from both sides collided. The Flowing Cloud and the Yellow Springs collided.
Jian Wuchen was a once-in-a-century genius of Floating Cloud City. To be able to climb to his current position from a sword slave, his talent and hard work were not ordinary. However, Mu Ling was not ordinary either. There were few in the same realm who could rival him.
The Sword Qi of both sides compressed into many scrolls. Both of them had comprehended the Sword Will and unleashed their Sword Wills to the extreme. It was extremely terrifying.
The sword intents of both sides tangled together, engulfing and erasing each other. This was a terrifying contest of intents.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The power of the battle between the two sides might not be as good as the battle between Ye Xiwen and the other two, but the real degree of intensity wasn't any worse.
Jian Wu Chen wanted to save the disciples of Floating Cloud City, and Mu Ling had promised Ye Xiwen that he would not allow anyone to cause trouble for him.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Inside the Blood Spirit Array, the evil Blood God was nailing the disciples to the ground one by one with his spear.
On one side, Mu Youran was laughing happily while directing the Imperial Union and Wan True Union's disciples to death. In his heart, he was feeling unusually carefree and elated.
After knowing that the two alliances were going to attack the Blood Spirit Union, almost no one was optimistic about the Blood Spirit Union. They felt that the destruction of the Blood Spirit Union was only a matter of time. At most, Ye Xiwen might be able to save the Blood Spirit Union, but as a heaven's pride expert, how could he be willing to give up? If the eighth prince had not obtained the inheritance of the Four Symbols Sect, then the cultivation level of the Blood Spirit Union would have been almost the same.
Mu Youran's smile was somewhat evil. After this battle, who would dare to look down on the Blood Spirit Union?
"Boom!"
The spear pierced through the firmament of the universe and firmly locked on Ye Xiwen's position. It was as if a peerless demon god had appeared.
"Clang!" Wan Cheng Yao's long blade instantly chopped out a dazzling Daoist and endless rays of light whistled out.
Two terrifying attacks instantly rushed towards Ye Xiwen. In everyone's opinion, Ye Xiwen certainly would not be able to resist such an attack. Being able to resist one attack was already a miracle, let alone two.
The sky collapsed and the earth cracked. Qi waves rolled out and directly flattened countless trees.
"Boom!" Ye Xiwen's long blade burst out and a golden dragon ferociously rushed forward.
Terrifying shockwaves swept out. It was a terrifying collision. However, Ye Xiwen didn't even move a muscle. Such aftershocks simply couldn't have any effect on him. One must know that his strength was too terrifying, especially his gilded tyrant form which was incomparably tyrannical. This was the reason why Ye Xiwen dared to fight against these two people.
"Get lost!" Compared to the eighth prince's enthusiasm for killing Ye Xiwen, Wan Cheng Yao was more concerned about the disciples of Wan True Union. If the disciples of Wan True Union were to die, then he would really become a loner.
Finally, he completely broke out. His Daoist was like an avalanche as it rushed towards Ye Xiwen.
The edge of the Daoist was like a tidal wave, sweeping out layer by layer towards Ye Xiwen. The eighth prince, who was standing next to Ye Xiwen, also thrust his spear towards Ye Xiwen. Ye Xiwen was like a flood dragon in the midst of a tidal wave, sometimes soaring in the sky, sometimes submerged under the waves.
Ye Xiwen's eyes were filled with killing intention. He was determined to kill these two experts.
If Wan Cheng Yao's Daoist was like a tidal wave, then Ye Xiwen's long blade was like a tidal wave. No matter how the endless Daoist waves swept over, Ye Xiwen just calmly chopped out.
At this time, Ye Xiwen's gilded tyrant form completely reflected the terrifying fighting strength. His whole body was covered with golden Zhen Yuan, like a golden god of war. He stood motionless amidst the crazy waves, like a hard rock in the sea. No matter how many times the waves hit him, it would be impossible to shake him.
Ye Xiwen knew that this was not the most tragic moment. His gilded tyrant form had not been fully released yet.
"He is really fighting alone against two great masters!"
"Moreover, he is not at a disadvantage at all. This Ye Xiwen is a bit too terrifying!"
"If this goes on, I'm afraid Ye Xiwen will really become famous!"
"It's still too early!" Warhawk, who was watching from the side, said indifferently, "This is just the beginning, it is not a life and death battle yet!"
Ji Mingyue, Wang Ziwei and the others also nodded. Their vision was naturally not comparable to that of ordinary people.
"This time, although there are not many people from Great Yue state, but there are a lot of elites. Whether it is the eighth prince, Ye Xiwen, Jian Wuchen, Yan Shaobo, or Mu Youran, all of them can be called elites!" Warhawk said in a somewhat strange tone. This time, Great Yue state did not send a lot of people, only a hundred or so, especially Yi Yuan School, but there was no lack of elites among them.
As Warhawk said, the battle between Ye Xiwen and the other two experts had reached the most intense stage.
The long blade in Ye Xiwen's hand chopped out sword intention again and again, faintly suffused with the fluctuations of the world law. Ye Xiwen slowly revealed his trump card.
Each blade attack turned into a scroll that rolled over towards the enemy. This was the most ruthless crushing of the blade intention, a competition of concepts.
"Clang!"
"Boom!"
A scroll came crashing down, transforming into the most terrifying blade as it slashed down.
The eighth prince and Wan Cheng Yao also exerted their full strength and used all kinds of trump cards. Wan Cheng Yao's blade pressed down and formed an endless sea of stars that pressed down and crushed the heavens.
The eighth prince's spear thrust out like an endless conquering army. No one could ignore his dreadfulness.
"Boom!"
Qi waves swept out and in the most important places, even the atoms were broken by the terrible collision, forming a mushroom cloud that rose into the sky, bursting with incomparably terrible light.
Ye Xiwen's hair was madly fluttering in the wind and the long blade in his hand fiercely collided with the enemy's spear.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The aftermath of the attacks from both sides swept away everything, including the mountains, and even the universe itself collapsed.
The battle between the two sides finally began to reach the most intense stage.
Everyone was dazzled and didn't expect to be able to witness such a battle. Compared to the experts of the same level, no one knew how tyrannical the strength of these three experts was.
This was a rare opportunity, and once this opportunity was missed, there might not be such an opportunity again.
Shockwaves rolled out one after another, and a terrifying force swept across the sky, creating a scene like the end of the world as it swept out.
At this time, the battle finally reached its most tragic moment.
"Clang!" Ye Xiwen's long blade chopped down on the eighth prince's spear and a terrible force instantly rippled out. Even a small mountain peak would be razed to the ground by this force.
Then, another long blade, like a deep sea dragon, instantly broke through the sky and swept across, suppressing the world and chopped down on Ye Xiwen's body.
"Puchi!" Along with a splash of golden blood, this long blade almost cut Ye Xiwen into two halves. Ye Xiwen quickly retreated all the way, explosively retreating dozens of feet to avoid this terrifying attack.
"He's injured, are you finally going to fight to the death?" A disciple excitedly shouted.
Wan Cheng Yao let out a loud roar. His tall body was like a mountain range, and it came crashing down towards Ye Xiwen while carrying boundless power. Layers of ripples appeared on the surface of his body as he chopped down towards Ye Xiwen.
He was merciless and had seized Ye Xiwen's flaw and wanted to thoroughly behead him.
"Die, no one can save you today!" The eighth prince sneered and his long spear, like a dragon, swept up a terrible storm, turned into a group of light and swept towards Ye Xiwen.
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