The wisdom is against the sky: people in Daqin, the maid Shao Siming

If he does not receive timely medical treatment, he may die soon due to his serious injuries.

As for the long sword that was shooting towards him, it was chopped off by Ying Chen in an instant, and with a more rapid momentum, it brought with it a series of sounds of breaking through the air, and pierced straight towards the owner of the sword, Su Muyu.

However, Su Muyu is a powerful man at the peak of the land fairyland after all, and is naturally completely different from the two killers who have just entered the land fairyland.

He simply opened the umbrella in his hand, rotated it slightly, and instantly caught the long sword that shot back.

But after taking the sword, Su Muyu not only did not relax at all, but frowned as he looked at the two killers who had completely lost their fighting ability.

Then, Su Muyu suddenly shouted to the three assassins who were fighting with Yan Fei and Nangong Pushe in the forest in the distance: "Retreat for the time being!"

"Ying Chen is not injured at all, which is completely different from the target's situation described by the employer!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly stepped back without caring whether the three killers heard him or not, as if he wanted to leave.

"Since you are here, don't leave. My Great Qin Empire has always been hospitable!"

Since he dared to come and assassinate him, Ying Chen naturally would not let him go.

Therefore, Ying Chen's hand gestures changed and then he slammed the ground suddenly.

In an instant, huge stone walls rose up all around, blocking Su Muyu's way to retreat.

Looking at the stone wall that suddenly rose in front of him, Su Muyu smiled bitterly under the mask.

He understood that it might not be so easy to leave this time.

"Since we can't leave, we can only fight to the death!"

After taking a deep breath, when Su Muyu opened his eyes again, his eyes were already cold.

At the same time, the umbrella in his hand was spinning wildly.

He was ready to use his most powerful skill, the Eighteen Swords Formation.

This sword formation is strange and sharp. It was created specifically for killing people. It is extremely powerful and aims to deliver a fatal blow.

He once relied on this sword formation to become famous in the martial arts world and made a great reputation in Beili.

At this moment, facing the inexplicable sense of crisis brought to him by Ying Chen, the third son of the Qin Empire, he chose to use his trump card without hesitation!

"Is this the Eighteen Sword Formation?"

Ying Chen looked at the eighteen long swords beside Su Muyu and murmured in a low voice.

Ying Chen was still very curious about the sword formation, which could greatly enhance the user's strength.

But it's a pity.

The Yin-Yang School only practiced Yin-Yang magic and had no knowledge of sword formations, which led to Ying Chen seeing a sword formation for the first time.

Although he possessed the secret of the Great Dao Returning to Oneness, he could already perform the Eighteen Sword Formation with just one glance.

But this sword formation requires eighteen weapons, and now Ying Chen only has the Qiuli Sword.

"It seems that there is a chance to collect more famous swords for future use."

While thinking, Ying Chen closed his eyes slightly.

"Om~"

The next second, a buzzing sound suddenly sounded between heaven and earth, as if a god had been born.

Then, a faint golden light appeared around Ying Chen, surrounding him.

And as the glimmer becomes more and more intense.

An illusory giant god as huge as a mountain and covered in golden armor appeared behind Ying Chen.

This is exactly the giant spirit's Dharma image that was comprehended when he suddenly realized the giant spirit illusion technique!

And when the giant spirit's image was completely formed, Ying Chen's eyes suddenly opened, and there seemed to be golden flames burning in them.

At this time, Su Muyu had already unsheathed the eighteen long swords, and the eighteen sword formation was complete.

"Is this the giant spirit's Dharma image? It seems like I have endless power!"

Ying Chen couldn't help but marvel in his heart, and at the same time he stretched out his right hand and clenched it slightly.

And the giant behind him also moved.

He suddenly stretched out his right hand towards the hill beside him, and then, in front of Su Muyu's horrified eyes, he broke it halfway up the hill and held it in his hand!

Chapter 77: The Power of Dharmadhatu, Eighteen Sword Formations and Bai Hehuai

A majestic Dharma image shining with golden light could actually break a mountain into a sword. This horrifying scene was something Su Muyu had never dared to imagine before.

After all, a mountain hundreds of meters high is a sword, and this violent shock hits people's hearts directly.

"This.....can someone from the immortal realm on land really do this?"

"No matter how you look at it, even if I put all my strength into it, I can't even reach one tenth of its power, right?!"

"And I am already the number one of the younger generation of the Dark River Killer Organization, but I still cannot be compared with Ying Chen."

"What kind of evil genius is this Third Young Master Ying Chen of the Great Qin Empire?!"

At this moment, Su Muyu's eyes were full of horror, and he even rubbed his eyes subconsciously. He couldn't believe what he saw, and it even made him doubt his life.

After all, no matter how you look at it, this scene is too shocking.

In fact, it's not just Su Muyu.

Even Jingwei and Zhou Zhiruo who were watching the battle from a distance, and even further away, Zhen Gang, one of the six sword slaves who was always keeping an eye on the actions of the Dark River Organization, couldn't help but gasp at this moment.

After all, the golden giant that was nearly a hundred meters tall and the giant sword that was made from half of a broken mountain made everyone feel so small for the first time.

"Young Master Ying Chen's strength is simply unfathomable. He is not seriously injured as Gan Luo thought."

"It seems that the Dark River Organization will definitely fail in this operation, or even be completely wiped out. There is no need to watch it anymore."

Zhen Gang thought so and turned around and left without any hesitation. He wanted to tell the prime minister the news as soon as possible.

And at this time.

Although Su Muyu was extremely horrified, he still did not choose to sit and wait for death.

Su Muyu was seen holding the Changhong Sword in his right hand, and seventeen thin swords were spinning rapidly behind him, emitting a bloody glow and filled with murderous intent.

The next second, he bent his legs slightly, and then like an arrow shot from a bow, he stepped on the ground and caused it to crack into pieces, and rushed towards Ying Chen at an extremely fast speed.

At the same time, the seventeen blood blades behind him, under his command, stabbed at Ying Chen from all kinds of strange angles like a dragnet.

Ding, ding, ding...

A sound of metal clashing was heard, and seventeen blood-red flying blades pierced Ying Chen's Dharma image.

At the same time, Su Muyu himself held the sword in both hands and used all his strength to stab at the center of the Dharmakaya's eyebrows.

Ying Chen wanted to test the power of the Eighteen Swords Formation.

Therefore, he not only did not dodge, but also did not defend, and allowed Su Muyu's attack to fall.

But even so, Su Muyu's attacks still couldn't break through Ying Chen's giant god form and were all blocked.

When Su Muyu saw that his attack did not break through the defense of the giant god's Dharma image, he suddenly retreated to a distance at a faster speed and looked at Ying Chen vigilantly.

At this time, Ying Chen looked at the tiny cracks on the giant god's image caused by the seventeen flying blades and the sword in Su Muyu's hand, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Sword formations are indeed the best killing methods in the world. Every sword formation should not be underestimated."

"The power of this attack is probably not weaker than Zhao Huangchao who is at the Half-Step Heavenly Man level. In fact, it is even stronger in terms of attack strength alone."

Thinking of this, Ying Chen became more and more curious and expectant about the sword formation as a means of attack.

"It seems that if I have a chance, I have to learn one or two sword formations. It is really a good way to kill people above my level."

After chuckling, Ling Chen raised his eyes and looked at Su Muyu opposite him.

At this moment, his eyes were cold and without any emotion. He looked down at Su Muyu like a god.

"The Eighteen Sword Formation is truly powerful, and is worthy of being a one-hit kill technique."

"And now, I also have a sword that can split mountains, split the earth, destroy cities, and cut off rivers."

"You...please answer it!!!"

As Ying Chen finished speaking, the platinum color of the giant god's image behind him became more and more dazzling, and even exuded a hint of the aura of a king.

Then, the giant god suddenly raised the mountain sword high into the sky.

"cut!"

The next second, the "sword" in the Dharmakāya's hand slashed down with even greater speed and supreme power.

Its momentum is as vigorous as a river bursting its banks.

The sword has not yet fallen, but the momentum is already formed.

The fierce wind even bent countless towering trees around.

Su Muyu looked up at the mountain sword that blocked out the sky, his eyes twitching violently as he smiled bitterly.

"Is this what they call breaking all laws with one force? It's really despairing!"

His first reaction was to escape.

But unfortunately, the body seemed to be trapped in place and could not move at all.

He understood that this was the overwhelming force of Ying Chen's sword.

He had been locked in by the sword and could only take it head-on.

At this time, the seventeen blood-red flying blades behind him were spinning at a faster speed, and the sword bodies were even blurred to the point of being invisible. At the same time, the Changhong Sword in Su Muyu's hand was pointing straight to the sky.

"Eighteen Sword Formation, break it for me!"

Like a moth to a flame, the seventeen flying swords behind Su Muyu, including his own, served as the last sword.

At this moment, the two seemed to merge into one and suddenly collided with Ying Chen's earth-shattering sword.

boom! ! !

A violent roar resounded through the sky.

The huge mountain sword in Ying Chen's hand was split into two at this moment, and the front end broke and fell to the ground.

As the mountain fell, the ground beneath their feet shook violently. The forest in front was affected and countless towering trees were destroyed by the falling mountain.

At this time, if someone in the distance looked towards the forest, they would see countless birds and beasts fleeing from the forest in panic and fleeing into the distance.

.........

......

...

“Spring rain!”

At this moment, a low roar suddenly sounded in the violent smoke and dust.

At the same time, a light green sword suddenly shot in front of Ying Chen with an endless force.

Ying Chen recognized at a glance that this was the sword that Su Muyu had held in his hand before, Changhong.

At the same time, he also understood that this was Su Muyu's last swan song.

This sword, Spring Rain, was completely different from all of Su Muyu's previous sword moves.

It is no longer cold and murderous, but instead like a continuous drizzle that cannot be cut off or stopped, and can even be called beautiful.

But its power is no less than any previous sword, and is even better.

In just a blink of an eye, the sword force called Chunyu fiercely pierced into the center of the giant god's eyebrows, which was also where Ying Chen was.

“Click, click, click…”

The sound of a mirror shattering rang in Ying Chen's ears, and at the same time, countless cracks appeared between the eyebrows of the giant god in front of him.

The light blue Changhong sword slowly broke through the defense of the giant god's image and pierced straight into Ying Chen's eyebrows.

But, it's a pity.

As Su Muyu's breath in the distance became weaker and weaker, this final sword soon completely lost all its brilliance.

Although half of the sword had broken through the defense of the giant god's image, it still stopped half a foot in front of Ying Chen.

After seeing this scene, Ying Chen couldn't help but admire the power of the Eighteen Sword Formation again.