How could Dark Night Trident tolerate such a provocation? Even if he only had a dozen or so black crows under his command, he still fearlessly charged forward, fighting the Poison Flood Dragon with all his might.
However, without the Black Crow Formation, his strength was greatly reduced, and he was completely no match for the Poison Flood Dragon. He was instantly bitten to pieces.
The Poison Flood Dragon had bitten Dark Night Trident to death. In everyone's eyes, Yan Li's true name had been destroyed, and it was hard to say whether he would be able to keep his life. The slightest consequence was that he would become an idiot.
"Hahaha, go die, stinky worm with a cheap mouth. Remember to reincarnate into a good family in your next life!"
Xu Longshou laughed madly with his hands on his hips, but he suddenly stopped after laughing for a while, because he discovered that Yan Li didn't seem to be in pain. Half of his expression was one of surprise, and the other half was one of mockery. It was as if he was looking at a lunatic who was entertaining himself.
He forcibly suppressed his anger, sweeping his gaze across the sky. Seeing that there was still a black crow flying back to Yan Li with all its might, he laughed harshly, "So there are still survivors. Catch it!"
The Poison Flood Dragon received his order, roaring as it charged over. Using its claw that only had three toes, just as the black crow was about to return to Yan Li's body, it grabbed it, opened its mouth wide, and stuffed it into its mouth.
The spectators outside were completely silent. With his true name destroyed, even if he survived, his cultivation base would gradually dissipate, and he would return to being a mortal. What was even worse was that the marks of time would appear on his body, and the most, most, most, most terrible thing was that his mind would suffer varying degrees of damage. Normally speaking, being able to take care of himself would already be a fortunate thing.
"Cangjian Peak's swindlers." A disciple laughed coldly as he turned and left.
They should have targeted Xu Longshou, but because they had been cheated of their ticket money, they had suffered emotional damage. Thus, their sympathy for Yan Li had all turned into contempt.
More and more people began to leave, while even more people surrounded the people of Cangjian Peak, shouting for a refund.
"Junior, junior apprentice-brother Yan is in danger!" Luo Fangshuo said with a trembling voice.
"Quickly go and save him!" Huang Chengyan said in a flustered manner.
"It's too late …" Cao Zigu had mixed feelings as he watched the black crow being swallowed by the Poison Wyrm.
"That little bastard. I've tolerated him the last time. This time, he dares to offend us, the Cangjian Peak. Today, I must kill him!" Lu Fengxin rolled up her sleeves and was about to kill him when she was stopped by Su Xiaojian.
"Don't be anxious. Look at what Yan Li is doing," Su Xiaojian said.
His voice wasn't loud, but it suppressed all the noise. Everyone who heard it couldn't help but turn their gazes back to the secret realm.
The noise gradually died down, and a disciple said in disbelief, "He's smiling …"
Within the Secret Realm.
Yan Li could not help but laugh when he saw that the last of the Black Crows had been destroyed. The curse mark on his forehead had completely disappeared. This was the first time the Eight Groups Celestial Dragon had shown its most pathetic side. Its helpless struggle made him laugh.
Xu Longshou saw that Yan Li was still like an old monk meditating after the Black Crows were vanquished. Not only did he not seem to be in pain, he was even laughing. This made Xu Longshou both shocked and angry. However, the other party's real name was no longer there. Why was there no reaction? Was he not human at all?
"Let's begin."
Yan Li only took a glance at Xu Longshou at the beginning, and then no longer paid any attention to him. At this moment, he treated Xu Longshou as air, and closed his eyes.
Clang!
The sound of a sword rang out in the void.
Xu Longshou couldn't help but take a step back.
The surrounding sword shadows that were originally trembling under the pressure of the Poison Wyrm's aura were suddenly filled with vigor, as though they were injected with "virility". Then, they began to plunder the Poison Wyrm's star power.
The Poison Wyrm resisted with all its might, but it couldn't keep its balance in the midst of the sword shadows. At the same time, it felt an extremely powerful vortex pulling it over.
It cast a pleading look at its master.
Xu Longshou shuddered and was about to take back his hand. But then he realized that if he retreated like this, the other party would definitely report him to the Law Enforcement Department. Then, it would be difficult to deal with.
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and ordered the Poison Wyrm to continue attacking.
The Poison Wyrm couldn't disobey, so it could only charge at the sword shadows.
The force field that it carried, the poison that it originally thought was extremely powerful, was now facing these sword shadows, like a weak scholar facing a martial arts scholar. No matter how it punched and kicked, it couldn't cause any damage to the other party.
As more and more star power was plundered, the Poison Wyrm became weaker and weaker.
At this moment, it suddenly trembled all over and looked down at Yan Li. A purple light flashed in its eyes, and with a "whoosh", it passed by the Poison Wyrm and flew higher into the sky.
Feeling the oppressive and terrifying aura of the other party, the Poison Wyrm couldn't help but fall to the ground. Although it struggled, it couldn't move at all.
At this moment, the aura of the Poison Wyrm was completely destroyed.
"What the hell?" Xu Longshou immediately felt that his true name had been damaged. He clutched his chest, his face full of pain and uncertainty. He tried hard to take back his true name, but found that his body suddenly couldn't move.
The sword hummed.
Countless sword hums rang out.
The purple light reached a certain height and then stopped. At the same time, it stretched out to the sides, like flesh and bone gradually filling out, revealing its original appearance bit by bit.
Sword. It was a sword.
But not a sword.
It was more like an amalgamation of countless sword wills.
It was tall, like a mountain.
It looked disdainfully in all directions, as though it had the power to destroy heaven and earth.
It was not gentle, or even cold.
As it appeared, the distant mountains and sea of fog automatically pushed back. It was like a king had come, and the people retreated. It was a reverence that came from the depths of their souls.
At this moment, the audience outside forgot to breathe. They stared unblinkingly at the greatest legend of the Jambu Realm. Every sword cultivator had a first-class sword master in their hearts.
And now they had finally seen it.
No one cheered, no one made any noise.
Everyone took out their Natural Swords, along with their flying swords. They held them up with both hands, like the most loyal subjects worshipping their king.
All the swords flew out at the same time, passing through the mysterious passageway and arriving at the domain it was in.
"What is this, no, impossible...."
Xu Longshou paled, retreating a few steps. But under the strange aura, his legs gave way, and he fell to the ground. "Impossible...."
The flying swords and Natural Swords in his body had been snatched away, turning their backs on him and rushing into the sky.
He was too close, and the Source Sea could not block the summoning of the Sword Master.
At this moment, he finally had an answer in his heart.
"First-class Sword Master …" The bitterness in his mouth made his throat choke. He felt that he couldn't breathe, and his head was spinning.
Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw his real name, the Poison Flood Dragon, being crushed inch by inch by an inexplicable aura.
He vomited a mouthful of blood, and then fainted.
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