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A sinister sneer appeared on the corner of Baili Attack's mouth, and he said, "Then this formation will come to an end."

The Immortal True Demon followed like a shadow, as if he could predict Yuan Futu's landing point, but he was not pulled away at all, but kept approaching.

Yuan Futu drew out his sword sharply, several azure blue sword shadows condensed in the void, and shot away, leaving scars on the Immortal True Demon's body, but it was far from being wiped out.

From these open wounds, there is a trace of devilish energy escaping, which is nothing to the Dharma, as long as it is condensed again.

Baili Attack did not attack directly, but concentrated all his spiritual power on the Immortal True Demon, trying to use the power of Faxiang to completely destroy Yuan Futu's formation.

Yuan Futu was surprised to find that the condensed sword shadow was almost ten times weaker than before, the azure blue light was dim, and the lines carved by those elements were also faint and hard to detect. He immediately thought of the golden dragon, He thought to himself: "The golden dragon's attack had too much impact on the Haihuang Yuan Ji Formation, it actually restrained my power to cast the sword formation."

Looking around from the corner of his eye, he found that the light on the spirit stone was also gradually weakening. It seemed that this formation had come to an end, and its prosperity must decline.

With the disciples of Longshenmen joining the battle, the life and death of everyone in Jianzong is hanging by a thread. Everyone is desperately resisting, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Seeing that this sect with a thousand-year foundation would soon perish, Yuan Futu became even more furious under despair, resenting why this kind of thing happened to him, he has been practicing with all his strength for so many years , the intention became stronger, hoping to protect everyone around him, but until now, it was of no avail at all.

The sword array displayed now obviously couldn't restrain the powerful offensive of the Immortal True Demon. In the blink of an eye, he came forward, and his bone fist smashed on the Zhuhuang Sword blocking in front of him.

The blade of the sword bent violently, and the pure devilish energy suddenly erupted, directly sending him flying, almost falling out of the range of the formation.

At the same time, the sea emperor's Yuanji pattern covering a range of thousands of feet also began to tilt, and it seemed that it could not last long under the burning of the dragon's gallbladder fire.

Breaking the formation is only a matter of time.

Yuan Futu fell to the ground in embarrassment, before he could stand up, the gray-faced monster had already stepped forward, and the bone fists rained down again.

All of a sudden, a black shadow swept across, and there were several jet-black sword glows suspended on its body, which bravely bumped into the bone fist.

boom!

Faxiang Xuanyin Sword God is like a dead lotus, it withers in an instant, Yuan Futu took advantage of this gap to move twenty feet away.

The Immortal True Demon turned his head and looked at the charming woman standing nearby.

Nangong Qiushui was dyed red all over, as if he had just crawled out of a pool of blood, but his face was extremely pale, his messy hair was clinging to his chest, and he was holding the head of a disciple of the Nine Pyremy Sect. It smells a bit harsh.

With the help of the power of Haihuang Yuanji Sword Formation, she tried her best to break out of the encirclement, and then rescued Yuan Futu at this critical moment.

"Elder Nangong..." Yuan Futu's throat choked up, and he was a little speechless. He felt that this strong man at the peak of Tianmang was already at the end of his strength, and the aura on his body was like a mess, weak and heterogeneous.

Nangong Qiushui shook his head slightly, threw the head high in his hands, and then formed a sword formula with his hands in front of his chest.

This is the most powerful sword art she can arrange, and it is also the last sword art.

It is still the Nether Xuanyin Sword.

This sword is not as huge as before, it is just a sharp and thin blade, about seven feet long, condensed by a large amount of dark true essence.

This black sword edge was suspended in front of him, blocking the Immortal True Demon, Yuan Futu saw his intention, and his eyes were even more shocked.

But before he could speak, Immortal really moved, and correspondingly, the black sword edge also moved.

The next moment, a piece of empty space suddenly distorted, and the shadow of the immortal true demon slowly appeared. Its bone fist hit the sword edge hard, and the powerful demon momentum was like a river rushing.

But that black sword edge seemed extremely ordinary and extremely stubborn, tremblingly resisting this punch.

The two forces were deadlocked.

Nangong Qiushui seemed to have already made preparations. The sword formula she twisted in her hand began to change, but every time it changed, her face became paler, and blood dripped from the corner of her mouth, dripping on the back of her fair and flawless hand.

At the same time, the black sword edge suddenly let out a sharp roar, bursting out with astonishing power within a square inch, and pierced it fiercely.

The demon energy was chopped off, and the fist of the immortal true demon began to burst like ink. From the wrist to the forearm, and from the forearm to the shoulder, the black sword edge seemed unstoppable.

Yuan Futu looked at this scene in shock, but he didn't expect that the Dharma Aspect of Transforming Heaven Realm had an arm damaged.

Nangong Qiushui put down her hands weakly, and the sword art disappeared. She felt that the true essence in the golden core had already been exhausted, and now she didn't even have the strength to absorb it. She just felt tired like never before, and wanted to close her eyes and fall into a deep sleep.

Seeing this, Han Fei said with a smile, "I've never seen your Immortal True Demon be in such a mess, but the price paid by that Skylight Realm cultivator is really too high."

"The law of heaven and earth does not have a real body. It is nothing to damage an arm. As long as I condense it again, it can be restored to the original." Baili Ximie said: "But this formation will definitely be broken!"

"It's about time." Han Fei looked up at the eight dragons, his pupils constricted suddenly, and his killing intent surged.

The eight heavenly dragons raised their heads proudly, and the infinite fire element essence was condensed and refined in their mouths. This scene was extremely spectacular, as if the entire sky was on fire, reflecting a strange red color, and the scorching air vented everywhere, turning the gloomy Clouds and mists broke through gaps.

Roar!

The eight heavenly dragons bowed their heads and roared, and the large amount of fire-type true energy gathered in their mouths seemed to be extremely compressed into a powerful wave of light that was only as thick as a bucket, and it fell on the slanting Sea Emperor Yuanji pattern in an instant. superior.

Click!

It's hard to imagine how terrifying power is contained in this scarlet light wave. I saw that the center of the Sea Emperor's Yuanji array pattern was pierced at once, so that the entire array pattern began to collapse in large swaths.