The sword element began to be devoured from above the altar, and the flame vortex below continued to absorb new flying swords. The immortal sword was wrapped inside and kept approaching the vortex.

At this moment, Yang Feng, who had been motionless, suddenly trembled, and the golden light in his eyes gradually faded away, replaced by a layer of blue light.

"What a great formation!"

Yang Feng exclaimed, but a hint of joy appeared on his face.

The formation in this golden light curtain is the same source as the Wanjian Map obtained by Yang Feng back then, but it is obviously several times more mysterious. It can even be said that the Wanjian Map is a copy of this formation.

When Yang Feng was just admiring this formation map, he actually did this on purpose, which made his mind fall into it. Otherwise, with his spiritual sense of practicing the three levels of divine refining skills, he would not have sunk into it without knowing it.

The result of being completely immersed in it is that Yang Feng has continuously gained a deeper understanding of the changes in many sword formations and has further figured out the operation method of this sword sea formation.

Hu Shan on the altar saw Yang Feng suddenly awakening, his face changed suddenly and exclaimed: "How is this possible?"

No wonder Hu Shan was so surprised. As a sword cultivator in the realm of the true immortal, when he first saw the Ten Thousand Swords Map, he was trapped in it for seven days and seven nights. If it weren't for a chance, he would have woken up.

Later, although Hu Shan understood the Spirit Gathering Sword Formation from it, his spiritual consciousness was damaged and his vitality was severely damaged. He had no choice but to retreat here. After waiting for so many years, he had the opportunity to make a comeback.

Hu Shan gritted his teeth, pushed forward with his hands, and used his immortal power to push these sword-yuan light balls, which accelerated into his natal flying sword.

The flying swords in the sky were knotted together and kept rushing into the vortex of flames.

Yang Feng turned his head and looked over, and saw the Immortal Divine Sword mingling into it, only more than one hundred meters away from the flames.

Yang Feng stomped his feet, the entire mountain trembled, and he flew backwards like a meteorite.

However, as soon as Yang Feng flew into the sky above the sword sea, a suffocating invisible pressure surged from all directions, directly pressing his body to the ground.

At the same time, waves of violent gusts whirred in his ears, filling the chaotic sword energy between heaven and earth, constantly cutting towards him, tearing the clothes around him into cracks.

Yang Feng let out a roar from his mouth, and the blue trick light flashed all over his body, and a translucent membrane immediately appeared on the surface of his body, blocking all the invisible sword energy outside.

boom!

With a loud bang, under the crushing of invisible force, Yang Feng's body fell heavily, and his legs were pressed down and fell under the ground.

Yang Feng was shocked and looked up. He saw Hu Shan standing on the edge of the altar, pinching the magic with one hand, and poking out the altar with the other hand and pressing towards the sea of ​​swords below.

Hu Shan stared at Yang Feng with his eyes tightly, his eyes full of resentment.

Until this moment, Hu Shan naturally knew that the person in front of him was Yang Feng back then. He didn't know how to seize his sword formation back then, and he was the so-called Nanjiang No. 1 Sword Cultivator!

"Hmph, as the saying goes, the way of heaven is good for reincarnation! You took my sword element and destroyed my sword formation back then. Let's see what's going on today? All this is mine after all, hahahahahaha..."

Hu Shan's eyes widened and suddenly burst into laughter, and the sound came down like thunder.

Back then, he worked hard for many years and did not hesitate to offend many forces to raise thousands of spiritual swords, but everything turned into a bubble.

Because of this, he didn't know how many times he had been ridiculed by his fellow disciples in the Longmen!

Today, he has to take revenge, how could he not laugh happily?

"Fellow Daoist Hu Shan, if you hadn't refined my natal flying sword back then, how could I have taken your sword essence? You and I went out of the Dragon Gate and worked together in the Impermanence Sect. There were many interactions in the past. Why didn't you turn swords into jade today and let me take my natal flying sword away?" Yang Feng stood up straight and said to the sky.

His voice was not loud, but it was like a sharp sword, penetrated layers of barriers and entered Hu Shan's ears.

"Just! I was just blamed for being blind and I couldn't recognize your true face. I was always played with by you as a fool. Although I noticed it later, the time was not ripe, so I will continue to be free. Today, when you come to my door, I will naturally refine you, together with your natal flying sword, into my supreme immortal sword." Hu Shan snorted coldly and said.

"Since you don't want to be kind to this matter, don't blame me for being ruthless." Yang Feng's face turned cold and he said coldly.

"I dare to speak loudly when I die, but I really don't know how to be so arrogant!"

Although Hu Shan said that, for some reason, his heart trembled for no reason after hearing Yang Feng's words.

Yang Feng suddenly let out a loud shout, his muscles bulged quickly, his body was instantly raised by hundreds of feet, and thick golden hair grew on his body, turning into a golden giant ape.

His feet stomped the ground, and his huge body rose up under the pressure of the heavy sword energy and rushed into the sky.

As he flew near the area where the Immortal Sword was located, a thick arm of the golden giant ape suddenly raised, covered with golden scales, and suddenly smashed towards the Sword Dragon to the sky.

A loud "boom" sound!

The entire "stegosaurus" suddenly bent outward, making a chaotic sharp sound.

In an instant, more than a thousand flying swords of various colors collided with each other, falling out of the sword formation range, and seventy-two immortal swords were also mixed in.

The golden-haired giant ape flashed and regained its human form. A pair of crystal wings suddenly emerged from behind. With a sudden swell, it turned into a direction in the air and headed straight for its own natal flying sword.

However, before he could get close to the flying sword, an invisible force swept away from the entire sword formation, gathering all the flying swords he had just driven out and pulling them back into the sword formation.

"This time, don't even think about it!" Hu Shan looked down at the scene below and said coldly.

After saying that, he pinched his hands in front of him and pointed to the "Ten Thousand Swords Iron Certificate" floating in the sky a little further into the void.

I heard a light "bang" sound, and a drop of golden blood flew over from Hu Shan's fingertips and fell on the iron coupon.

The golden patterns on the surface of the iron voucher trembled, and a faint light red mist rose from it and flew into the golden light curtain at the sky.

There was only a loud bang!

The golden light curtain in the sky shook violently and dispersed. All the illusory lights and shadows appeared on it did not disappear, but fell down like a golden rain and flew into the sword formation.

As each phantom flew in, a flying sword broke away from the sword dragon, was held in the hands of the golden phantom, and flew towards Yang Feng.

Yang Feng was about to use another method to force the sword to seize the immortal sword from the sword dragon, but he felt that a shadow was covering it in the sky. The wind and thunder wings flapped violently behind him, and under the suppression of the sword energy in the sky, he leaped out several feet with difficulty.

A "huh" sound!

A giant iron sword as wide as a door plate fell down close to its clothes, causing the air to rush downwards, making a whistling sound.

Yang Feng's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand and punched him hard on the wide sword body.

A huge blue fist shadow exploded on the sword body, smashing the giant sword like a dilapidated door hit by heavy rain, trembling violently.

The golden giant holding this sword was shocked by the huge force, and his figure also trembled with the sword body and dissipated.

However, one sword stopped and another sword came again!

Before Yang Feng could withdraw his fist, another samurai warrior held a single-edged sword with a very long sword, and stabbed him straight.

Behind the warrior, among the golden shadows in the sky, there were graceful women, golden armored strong men, long bearded old men, childish children... dense golden figures were stacked with a flying sword in their hands, and rushed towards him like a tide.

Yang Feng's face remained unchanged, and he stepped out of the void, and suddenly a golden light came from behind.

A golden treasure wheel emerged, and as it rotated slowly, layers of golden ripples spread out.

Any phantoms and flying swords that entered the ripples of the treasure wheel could slow down instantly and almost fell into a state of stagnation.

So, an amazing scene appeared!

In the sky, Yang Feng walked in the air, his figure walking freely among the golden phantoms and flying swords, as if he was strolling in the garden.

The flying swords that had originally stabbed him now became his stepping stones, and were stepped on by him step by step, towards the floating altar in the sky.

At this moment, he knew in his heart that if he did not defeat Hu Shan, the other party would continue to use the power of the sword formation to hinder him from retrieving the Eternal Divine Sword. If time continues, his natal flying sword will not escape the fate of being refined into iron juice.

On the altar, Hu Shan was shocked when he saw this scene and murmured: "This is the law of time...you, have you actually cultivated "No Form Shock" to such a level?"

Yang Feng ignored him and just walked upwards while pushing away the flying sword that was hindering his progress, and soon reached a position less than a hundred feet away from the altar.

Hu Shan suppressed his emotions, and walked back to the middle of the altar with his teeth tightly clenched. He quickly pinched his hands and wrote magic tricks towards the hollowed-out area in the center.

Then, one of his five fingers, a ray of light flashed across his palm, and five golden round beads the size of longan fell from the hollowed-out area and fell into the red sea of ​​fire.

With a sound of "calling", a storm seemed to be rolling up in the sea of ​​fire, and the flames began to sway violently and spread around.

Yang Feng felt something in his heart. Looking into the flames, he saw five golden lights rising inside, attracting the red flames around him, turning into five huge hideous dragon heads, and probing towards him.

As soon as the dragon's head was formed, two slender flames gushed out with a "pop" sound, and golden light lit up in their eyes. Looking at Yang Feng, he looked like a living creature, extremely spiritual.
Chapter completed!