A radius of hundreds of miles... a thousand miles... a five thousand miles...

"Brother..." Yang Huixin held her hands tightly, her eyes were red, her face was covered with tears, and she was ashamed and helpless.

When Yang Fan raised the unparalleled broken sword, the artistic conception directly penetrated into the hearts of people.

Everyone can understand that he has poured his life into that sword.

"Wushuang, we will be able to relive that sword again, and it is even more impossible to estimate. Next is life or death."

Yang Fan took a deep breath and circulated his energy and energy all over his body.

The power of the green seed of life, the power of the soul root, the power of the rejuvenation of the sky buds...

All power, including the promotion of all vitality, was injected into the broken sword without reservation.

"It seems that you have not fully understood this sword." Wushuang's voice sounded: "Now, we still have at least 70% of our vitality. It's too great. It's still a distance from the real desperate situation."

"I am doing this sword for my own promise and for my relatives."

"It's not enough, because you still have too many ways to retreat." Wushuang said coldly: "Wait for a moment!!"

Swish, swish, swish, swish, bang, bang, bang, bang!!

Finally, under the bombardment of the sky with brilliant light, the Tianlan Immortal Formation suddenly collapsed.

"Encircle the Immortal Dao Sect and kill it, and no one can keep a living..."

Feng Qinghou issued orders repeatedly, and she paid more attention to the overall situation.

The Tianlan Immortal Formation is broken! Millions of troops are coming up!!

Bang bang! Bang bang!

Yang's heartbeats faster, feeling that death is getting closer and closer to him, and the safety of his relatives is becoming increasingly unassured.

"It's not enough..." Wushuang's voice came: "When you were facing the Three Evil Old Demons, you had lost any way out."

"Stop him quickly, what secret technique is this person brewing!!!"

Fengqing Hou sent four great monks of the God-Transforming God-Transforming God-Transforming God-Transforming God-Transforming God-Transforming God-Transforming God-Transforming God-Transforming God-Transforming God-Transforming God-Transforming God-Transforming God-Transforming God-Transforming God-Transforming God-Trans

The sky full of spells shrouded in the light.

At this time, almost all Yang Fan's power was infused into the broken sword, without any defense or any vitality!!

All that is waiting for him is death!!!

And at this moment, Yang Fan's energy and all his vitality disappeared from his body.

At the moment when the body died, Yang Fan's deep eyes lit up inexplicably, leaving only a sword of nothingness and a broken sword!!!

At the same moment, the Wushuang Broken Sword emitted a supreme aura that was above all sword weapons.

Buzz ~~~~~

Suddenly, countless swords and magic weapons in the entire area were trembling, even those placed in space props were no exception.

clang clang clang clang clang...

Countless sword weapons, separated from their master's control, tilted towards the ninth peak in a trembling sound, as if worshipping.

"What's going on!!"

Almost all the monks on the field were shocked. The sword weapon of their own flew out and inserted it on the ground, worshiping the Nine-Level Peak.

Wan Jian worships!!

For a moment, the grand and gorgeous war of cultivating immortals came to an abrupt end.

Everyone couldn't help but look in the direction of Wan Jian's worship.

"Who should I kill the first one?
Chapter completed!