These resentful spirits are all masters who died tragically under the Evil Sword Immortal Sword!

Without the constraints of the sword tomb, these resentful spirits began to retaliate against the evil sword immortal and rushed into his body with endless resentment.

The evil sword immortal groaned and his steps staggered.

His face was distorted and deformed, sometimes laughing wildly, sometimes sad and angry, sometimes screaming from women, sometimes crying from children...

Various faces appeared on his face, and in an instant it seemed as if he had seen all living beings.

"Enough!"

The evil sword immortal suddenly roared wildly.

Although he was bleeding from his seven orifices, a terrifying evil aura emerged from his body, as if a killing god stood proudly in the air!

"You ghosts are just my defeated generals, and you still want to rebel!"

The evil sword immortal bit his teeth tightly, and the muscles on his face kept twitching, slowly, he actually returned to his original appearance!

At the same time, the Septic Blood Sword Pill roared and turned into a seven-foot-long giant sword in the air. He held it with both hands and inserted it down into the void.

In an instant, the void shattered and countless blood marks spread around!

"ah!"

A series of screams came from the air, but the unjust souls who escaped from the sword tomb were attracted by blood and could not move.

The unwillingness and despair were revealed in the eyes of the wronged soul.

They didn't last long, and were quickly absorbed by bloodstains and disappeared without a trace...

"Hahaha! I am the master of the sword, and you are all my sword slaves, and I will always be driven by it!"

The evil sword fairy opened her arms and laughed wildly, and the evil spirit on her body rose to the peak.

On the other side, the three-foot sword light transformed by Ouyang Qianren has broken through the blockade of the sword tomb!

This seemingly inconspicuous sword light condensed his lifelong sword cultivation!

The three styles of the Supreme: no thoughts, no self, no sword.

The so-called "no self" means cutting off oneself.

At this moment, there is no one like Ouyang Qianren in the world, only this sword light.

If you can break through the predicament and kill the enemy, this sword light can be reborn like a phoenix and turn into a brand new Ouyang Qianbian.

By then, not only can he be reborn, but his kendo cultivation will also reach a new level!

Therefore, this move has to advance but not retreat, and it must be divided into life and death!

The Evil Sword Immortal also saw this.

Although he did not understand the mystery of the "Three Styles of the Supreme", he could certainly see from his eyes that Ouyang Qianren was already taking a desperate bet!

As long as you can block this sword, you will win this battle!

"Good come!"

The Evil Sword Immortal's eyes were bright and his hair was dyed red with blood, flying in the air.

"Let me see if your sword can kill me!"

Amid the crazy laughter, the Evil Sword Immortal pointed his hand through the air.

The mana power in his body reached its limit without any reservation.

Under his control, the remaining six sword tombs traveled through the void and returned to their master.

The blood light rolled back in the sky, forming a vortex of sword energy in a radius of thousands of feet. Among them were six sword tombs, and endless sword intent emanated from it!

From a distance, it looks like a realm of death, where no creature can survive.

brush!

At this moment, the sword light transformed by Ouyang Qianren broke through the air and silently pierced into the blood-colored vortex.

The six sword tombs were as if they were facing a great enemy, and immediately released the terrifying blood-demon sword intent, gathered from all directions, and began to encircle Ouyang Qianren's sword light.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a moment.

The indifferent sword light suddenly trembled slightly, and the ethereal sword intent seemed to come from the other side of the starry sky, unpredictable.

Click!

With a crisp sound, a huge crack appeared in the blood-colored vortex.

Almost at the same time, the Evil Sword Immortal took a step back and blood gushed out of his mouth!

"What an Ouyang Qianren, what a ruthless sword!"

The evil sword immortal had a ferocious face and was quick to pinch his hands.

The Septic Blood Sword was divided into six in the air, turning into six blood lights, and injected into the six sword tombs respectively.

In an instant, the flying swords buried in the six sword tombs flew out at the same time. Each flying sword imprisoned a soul of wrongedness. The resentment transformed by millions of resentful spirits increased the power of the sword tomb to the extreme.

"Destroy it for me!"

The evil sword fairy widened her eyes and stared at the light blue sword light in the air.

Under the joint force of the six sword tombs, the sword light has always condensed but not dispersed, and the sword intent is getting stronger and stronger, and it seems to have endless momentum!

Slowly, the sword light broke through the blood-colored sword energy blockade bit by bit, and got closer and closer to the six sword tombs.

The Evil Sword Immortal was extremely nervous.

He stared at the sword light that was three feet long, his palms came out together, and his magic power surged, as if he was competing with an invisible big hand.

"It's now!"

In the distance, Wang Zhi suddenly shouted softly.

Murong Lianyun next to him had already been ready. He immediately stood up when he heard this, flipped his right hand, and a brown brush appeared in his palm.

Of course, he also saw that it was the most critical moment of the two sides' fight, so he was excited and eager to try.

Wang Zhi held him down and said in a deep voice: "Ouyang Qianren has entered the 'selfless' realm. Now he no longer exists in the world, and only a belief in winning is left. If we approach it rashly, we may be accidentally injured by his sword light."

Murong Lianyun frowned slightly: "Then how to act? Please tell me in detail about it with fellow Taoist Wang."

Wang Zhi pondered for a moment and whispered: "Junior Brother Ouyang and I are both Taoist Sword Lift monks. We still have some understanding of his sword skills and killer moves and know how to avoid risks. Fellow Daorong is not my Taoist Sword Lift disciple. To prevent accidents, you should be with me. This will not be easy to be injured by Junior Brother Ouyang's sword energy."

"Okay..." Murong Lianyun nodded: "I will go with Fellow Daoist Wang, I will do whatever fellow Daoist do."

"Um."

Wang Zhi didn't say anything more, and pinched the magic trick in his hand and soared into the sky.

Murong Lianyun followed closely behind, and the two of them escaped very quickly and rushed into the battlefield in a blink of an eye.

Blood-colored sword energy floated around, and the terrifying murderous intent condensed as the essence. Although these sword energy did not target the two of them, they also felt tremendous pressure.

"Come with me!"

Wang Zhi's face remained unchanged, and he quickly rushed into the center of the sea of ​​blood with Murong Lianyun.

"The seven sword tombs are connected with the aura. Junior Brother Ouyang has destroyed one of them. If we can help him destroy another one, I believe that the Evil Sword Immortal will not be able to stop Junior Brother Ouyang's sword light."

"It makes sense." Murong Lianyun nodded slightly.

"Look at that sword tomb!" Wang Zhi pointed to the distance: "There are cracks on its edge. If I attack them with all my strength, I will definitely destroy it."

Murong Lianyun looked in the direction he pointed and found that a sword tomb was shaking continuously in the air.

There were dense cracks on the edge of the sword tomb, which obviously could not bear Ouyang Qianren's sword intent!

"good!"

Murong Lianyun did not hesitate at all, held a brush in his hand and splashed ink in the air.

In an instant, he drew nine strange spirit beasts.

Xuanming Bone Bird, Tribulation Fire Thunder Chi, Nine-Orient Ice Soul Fox, Star-Disper Silkworm... These are all powerful spiritual beasts that exist in reality. After adulthood, they all have the strength to overcome the second disaster or above in the realm of transforming disasters.

Although it is transformed from ink, their breath is almost no different from that of real spirit beasts.

This is the mystery of "Fei Mo's talent", which can record the spiritual beauty of heaven and earth and imitate the charm of all spirits.

"go!"

Murong Lianyun waved his pen and the nine spirit beasts immediately flew to the sword tomb in the distance.

The sword tomb noticed the danger and immediately distributed a part of the sword energy to block the attack of the spirit beast.

The two sides were in a stalemate in mid-air.

The spirit beast transformed from ink was attacking rapidly, but the blood sword energy was also overwhelming. Just like that, you and I fought and fought, and I couldn't decide the winner in a short period of time.

Seeing this, Murong Lianyun was anxious and waved his brush again.

In an instant, a large Yangtze River appeared in the air, and the clear river water flowed forward, repeatedly eroding the blood sword energy around the sword tomb.

This action seemed to anger the sword tomb. There was a dull sound of "rumbling" and the sword intent surged over the tombstone.
To be continued...