"If we can destroy this altar, we should be able to end the battle."
Without any hesitation, Shen Chenfeng raised his hand and waved a sword energy.
Nowadays, most of the masters of the Yutian Clan are held back by Zhao Jiang and are temporarily unable to support them.
By the time they react, it will be too late to take action.
However.
Before the sword energy could fall, the figures of the Yutian Clan stood in front of the altar with no fear of death.
They had nothing to do with Shen Chenfeng in the sky, so they used their own bodies to block Shen Chenfeng's attack.
Click!
A series of shattering sounds sounded.
Shen Chenfeng killed seventeen Yutian Clan practitioners with one strike of his sword.
But the remaining Yutian Clan, instead of shrinking, are gradually increasing in number.
Countless cultivators from the Yutian Clan rushed towards the altar.
"not good."
"The battle must be resolved quickly, otherwise it will change later."
Shen Chenfeng was extremely decisive. His figure flashed, carrying infinite sword energy, and fell towards the altar.
"Stop him."
"He must not be allowed near the altar."
An old figure suddenly appeared on the altar.
He held the crutch in his left hand and pointed at Shen Chenfeng with his right hand, his voice loud and clear, resounding throughout the battlefield.
Countless cultivators from the Yutian Clan flew toward Shen Chenfeng as if they were crazy.
"Die!"
Shen Chenfeng raised his hand and waved his sword, and a sword energy as black as ink, carrying the momentum of cutting through the sky and tearing everything apart, slashed towards the crowd in front.
The Sword of Wutian!
The momentum of this sword can break heaven and earth.
However, what shocked Shen Chenfeng was that the practitioners of the Yutian Clan showed no tendency to resist at all.
They actually used their bodies to fight off Shen Chenfeng's attack.
Poof!
A series of muffled sounds sounded.
With this sword, Shen Chenfeng killed thirty-two practitioners of the Yutian Clan.
But more people gathered in front of the altar.
Their eyes are firm, they are not afraid of death, and their bodies are filled with the aura of looking forward to death.
At the same time, more than a dozen masters at the peak of True God quickly flew towards the altar from a distance.
"This altar must be destroyed before those masters return to visit."
"Otherwise, I will die here too."
Shen Chenfeng gritted his teeth, and his whole body was boiling with murderous intent.
The black and white sword lights in his hand alternated, condensing into a gray sword energy, filled with the terrifying momentum of dominating the world, being alone, killing everything, and destroying everything.
Twenty-eight profound meanings.
The lifeless sword!
"kill!"
Shen Chenfeng roared, and the terrifying sword light poured down.
The Yutian Clan who stood in front of him, no matter what their cultivation level, was as if they were made of paper, without the slightest resistance. They were melted by the sword energy in an instant, revealing a large blank.
"Oh My God."
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"
"How can he, a human on the fifth level of the True God, be so powerful?"
The eyes of the remaining Yutian Clan were full of fear.
Although they had long been determined to die, the scene before them still made them feel scared.
"What are you doing standing still?"
"Give them all to me."
The old man on the altar hit the ground with his crutch and shouted harshly.
"superior."
"Brothers, kill him."
"With so many of us, can't we still defeat a human on the fifth level of the True God?"
As if to cheer themselves up, countless voices came from the crowd.
Those Yutian clan who were hesitant rushed over again, shouting loudly.
Shen Chenfeng's expression did not change and he continued to move forward.
Uh-huh!
The cold sword light flashed.
The hundreds of Yutian clan who rushed to the front were directly annihilated by the sword energy without even making a sound.
boom!
The dozens of Yutian tribesmen who followed behind them were penetrated by the sword energy before they had time to react.
laugh!
The Yutian clan behind them were so frightened that they wanted to run away.
But Shen Chenfeng didn't give them any chance at all and had already reached them with his sword.
"die!"
Shen Chenfeng raised his hand and swung his sword, slashing at dozens of people in front of him.
Plop!
Plop!
Human heads fell to the ground one after another with astonishment on their faces.
Seeing this scene, everyone was afraid.
Countless Heavenly Clan members were as if they were nothing in front of Shen Chenfeng, but they failed to stop him.
Is this person really only at the fifth level of True God?
"Brothers, let's do it together."
"I don't believe it. Can he defy nature alone?"
I don’t know who shouted.
Countless Yutian clan raised their hands and waved the lightsabers in their hands.
Countless rays of bright sword light, like a thundering giant, suddenly tore through the sky and fell towards Shen Chenfeng's head.
That sharp aura tore apart cracks in the space.
However.
Facing countless fierce sword energies, Shen Chenfeng's expression did not change at all.
He waved casually.
Bang bang bang!
Countless brilliant sword energies were cut off by his sword.
"Oh My God."
"Middle-grade Taoist weapon flying sword."
"Who is he and how can he be so powerful?"
The Yutian Clan around them were obviously timid.
They looked at the black divine sword in Shen Chenfeng's hand and did not dare to step forward.
But Shen Chenfeng didn't have time to talk to them.
His figure flashed and disappeared out of thin air.
The next moment, he suddenly appeared in the crowd.
"Death to me all."
Shen Chenfeng roared lowly, and the infinite sword energy bloomed from his body like a stormy sea, attacking in all directions.
"ah."
"No!"
Piercing screams and painful wails came one after another.
Those Yutian clan who usually thought of themselves as extraordinary were actually massacred by Shen Chenfeng alone.
Even the old man on the altar had his pupils shrinking sharply.
Shen Chenfeng didn't waste any time. His figure flashed several times in a row, passing through the crowd and coming directly to the altar.
"Human, what's your name?"
The old man looked at Shen Chenfeng and said in a low tone.
Shen Chenfeng didn't answer, but raised his hand and swung his sword.
The terrifying sword energy vowed to chop the altar and the old man into pieces.
However.
Just when the sword fell, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the old man.
It is different from the ordinary Yutian Clan.
There was no dazzling and strong light on his body, but instead the whole person was dim.
He stood on the altar, and the whole world seemed to dim by three points.
When the sword light struck the person's head, the terrifying sword energy seemed to be exaggerated by this person, and it lost its color and became dim.
At the same time, the sword energy seemed to be solidified, suspended in the air, and could no longer move forward.
"What method is this?"
Shen Chenfeng's pupils shrank sharply. This was the first time he had seen such a strange scene.
"Human, you are the first cultivator who can reach the altar when I am in charge of the front line."
"As a token of my respect, I would like to know your name."
"Since you refuse to say it, I won't force it."
The old man tapped the ground with his crutch, and then a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Kill him and sacrifice the flag for my Yutian Clan."
