Xuantianzong looked at Youquan in the distance with horrified eyes.
"Huh! This was originally hidden by me to deal with that Dan Chenzi, but you guys forced him out." Youquan snorted with disdain in his eyes.
Li Yingqi's mouth was stained with blood, and he endured the pain in his body and said: "Youquan Blood Demon, you actually succeeded in refining the master's Haotian Mirror!"
Youquan laughed loudly when he heard this, feeling extremely proud.
He was holding a round mirror as big as a washbasin in his hand, and a glistening white light bloomed in the mirror.
"You relied on the magic weapons in your hands to bully me for not having a good magic weapon. How do you feel now? Hahaha!!!"
"The magic weapon of Shushan is the Twin Swords of Heavenly Thunder, but that hypocritical guy Baimei, how could he not put the best thing in his own hands? The combined power of the Twin Swords of Heavenly Thunder is no more than that of the Haotian Mirror. It is comparable to the two swords of Qi Tianlei when they are combined, but it is full of uncertainty, but the Haotian Mirror can be used at will."
Youquan was extremely proud at this time.
He should indeed be proud, because the sudden blow just now knocked Xuantianzong and others out of their fighting strength.
Youquan did not give Xuantian Sect any last-ditch blows.
Because Wang Ming appeared.
Above the thousands of miles of blood sea, the water of the blood sea ripples gently.
At one end of the blood sea is Youquan suspended in mid-air holding a mirror with dazzling white light, and at the other end is Wang Ming with his back on a large chair.
The two faced each other from a distance.
"Dan Chenzi, you are finally willing to come out, this little turtle who only knows how to hide!" Youquan sneered.
Wang Ming did not answer, but glanced at Youquan lightly, and then said: "Fellow Taoist! The mirror in your hand belongs to me, Shushan. Can you return it?"
Youquan glanced at the mirror in his hand, laughed loudly and said, "If you want the Haotian Mirror, it depends on whether you have the ability."
Wang Ming nodded and said, "Oh! Okay!"
Immediately, the space behind Wang Ming changed greatly.
In Youquan's eyes, it is a vertical lake surface, a lake surface on a rainy day, with dense circular ripples appearing on the lake surface.
Li Yingqi's eyes widened and he said: "Then...that is...what is that?"
Duan Lei said in horror: "Is this... is this the real strength of Senior Brother?"
From the center of the dense circular space ripples connecting the sky and the earth, sword tips slowly emerged.
Wang Ming sat on a large chair, holding his head with one hand and waving lightly with the other.
"Boom boom boom!!!!"
The swords rained down like rain, pouring crazily against the sea of blood thousands of miles away from Youquan.
"Bang! Touch!!! Bang!!"
If a sword falls into the blood sea, a large area of it will be evaporated, along with the soul in the blood sea of Youquan.
"Boom~~~~"
A sword penetrated the sea of blood and struck a towering mountain on the ground below. In an instant, the mountain disintegrated, and the rubble exploded around it.
Wang Ming frowned. Although he was not a compassionate saint, he could not just let all the attacks pour on the ground.
Not to mention that killing too many creatures will lead to karma, let's just say that the gods of this world will come out to talk to Wang Ming.
So Wang Ming snapped his fingers, and the sword that struck out slowly dissipated after penetrating the sea of blood.
These swords are not real swords, but projections.
When Wang Ming was in the "Wind and Cloud World", he packed the entire Wuji Sword World into the Martial Arts Throne.
For those usages, Wang Ming refers to a treasure trove of kings called Gilgamesh.
It's not difficult to recreate his King's Treasure House. To be honest, it's just a storage space and spiritual consciousness.
What's really difficult is the power of something shot like this.
"Wind and Cloud World" can be regarded as one of the ceiling worlds of martial arts, but in terms of cultivation, it is just a parallel power.
Therefore, after Wang Ming came to this world, he placed the martial arts throne on the spiritual veins of Shushan Mountain. This was not only to suppress the spiritual veins and prevent them from being lost, but also to absorb the spiritual energy.
Use spiritual energy to engulf all the sword mountains in the Martial Arts Throne!
Today is the first time Wang Ming uses it.
"Look at my Haotian Mirror!"
Youquan shouted loudly, and the Haotian Mirror held high in his hand gradually became invisible and turned into an extremely huge disc.
Like a huge shield, it was bombarded by the projection of Sword Mountain that Youquan used to hold up Wang Ming.
"ah---"
The Haotian Mirror suddenly bloomed with a huge brilliance, and then under the sweep of the quiet spring, the endless shadow of the sword behind Wang Ming disappeared.
"The Haotian Mirror is indeed the most powerful magic weapon in Shushan." Wang Ming nodded.
"Hahaha!!! Dan Chenzi, since you know how powerful you are and won't surrender, put away these fancy tricks of yours!" Youquan was also frightened by the continuous golden ripples at first.
But after experiencing it personally, I immediately felt at ease.
This sword that fills the sky looks very intimidating, but in fact it is the same as his ten thousand souls. It cannot be done without concentration of power.
Wang Ming smiled slightly and didn't care. Three ripples appeared again behind the martial arts throne.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Youquan didn't pay attention at first, but when Yi Bianjian approached him, his consciousness fell into a brief state of confusion, and his whole figure seemed to be trapped in an illusion under the gaze of heaven.
"puff!"
Youquan looked down and saw that a sword condensed into a solid form of energy had been inserted deeply into his heart.
"puff!"
Another sword pierced the Dantian of Youquan's body with scorching energy. For a moment, the mana in his Dantian was ignited like gasoline.
"puff!"
Another condensed sword penetrated Youquan's body, this time it was nailed directly to his head.
A terrifying sword intent that wiped out all upgrades bloomed in his head, strangling his soul in a few breaths.
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The three swords dissipated in the air like wind and sand.
Wang Ming couldn't help but nodded when he saw the effect. These three swords were the three strongest sword mountains in the Wuji Sword World. After Wang Ming's hundreds of years of development, they had become extremely terrifying.
Youquan was resurrected again, and Wang Ming also summoned the three swords to attack Youquan.
But,
This time it failed!
It did not cause any harm to Youquan.
"Dan Chenzi, the tricks you used are useless to me!" Youquan laughed.
"boom!"
The snow-white mirror of the Haotian Mirror was like the muzzle of a cannon with an extremely exaggerated caliber, blasting an energy beam towards Wang Ming.
"Boom!!!!"
A terrible big explosion exploded nine meters in front of Wang Ming. The shock wave caused by the explosion forced Wang Ming and the Martial Arts Throne back dozens of meters before stopping.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
When Youquan saw that Wang Ming had suffered a loss, he immediately pursued the victory and fired three bucket-sized energy beams in succession.
The crowd below was immediately frightened. None of them thought Youquan was so powerful.
