There are three sword powers of Mahayana, and there are sixteen sword holy powerhouses. The lineup is almost twice as strong as that of the Li family.

Of course, this is not included in the royal court.

Even if the royal court is calculated as a Mahayana sword force, three to three, the other party still has an absolute advantage.

"I dare to break through, but it is a rebellion. I don't believe that you, a small Li family, can you make any tricks in the area of ​​our Nanta River Basin? Zhuang Poxie. When you deal with the other Mahayana swordsman, I will first deal with this little ghost on the Star List who claims to be able to fight against Mahayana swordsman."

Zhuang Bufan shouted loudly and actually gave up on the siege of two powerful sword-studded men, Li Yuan and Li Huazhang, and instead made a special trip to the Wang Ting.

Obviously, this was not because he felt that Wang Ting had the strength to truly compete with the Mahayana of the sword, but because he was afraid of Wang Ting's potential.

Zhuang Bufan and others are not fools. Who can be on the Star List? No one is a stunning existence. As long as they do not die on the road of growth, more than half of them can grow into peerless powerful people with sword spirit. Such a strong man with unlimited potential is afraid to offend him. Once he is allowed to escape, there will definitely be endless troubles. Maybe in the minds of strong men such as Zhuangjia, the priority number for killing the Wangting is even higher than the two Mahayana swordsmans, Li Yuan and Li Huazhang.

"Wang Ting, be careful!"

Seeing that Zhuang Bufan was actually aiming at Wang Ting, Li Yuan shouted, but soon, a sword-studded Mahayana and three sword-saint-level powerful men surrounded and killed each other at the same time. He had no time to take care of Wang Ting. He focused his energy to fight against the sword-studded Mahayana in front of him.

"Junior, come to die!"

Without the interference of others, Zhuang Bufan, the Mahayana Sword Master, had already burst out his powerful strength in full swing, crushing down the terrifying sword force, as if a prehistoric beast came fiercely, crushing all the forces intercepted in front of him along the way to smash into pieces.

Even though Wang Ting used the sword technique of the Heavenly Sword Hundred Tribulations and stimulated his first stage of sword force, he was still suppressed in one fell swoop in the confrontation with Zhuang Bufan, and the fragile sword force was crushed to pieces again and again in the constant collision.

"If I put aside the sword force, my cultivation is not inferior to Zhuang Bufan, the Mahayana Sword Strategy, and even above this Mahayana Sword Strategy. The only difference is the sword force. In the confrontation of the sword force, I suffered too much. If I want to reverse this situation, the only way is to make the momentum stronger!"

Under the pressure of a sword-studded Mahayana, Wang Ting's brain remained clear and instantly calculated the difference in strength between the two.

With a thought, his surging true energy had slightly decreased. At the same time, the sword force that was constantly dissipating suddenly burst out from his body. It collided with Zhuang Bufan's sword force, and the sword force was constantly colliding, dissipating, and in the process of destruction, it was constantly condensed, and it was faintly moving into the second stage and condensing but not dissipating.

Seeing this scene, Zhuang Bufan's face was filled with anger.

He was a great master of sword power to deal with a small sword saint. However, the other party not only blocked his attack, but also used his sword power to transform his sword power and enter the second stage. This behavior was simply a contempt for him, the sword power and the deepest provocation to him, the sword power.

"You are looking for death!"

Accompanied by a roar, infinite murderous intent surged out of the Mahayana swordsman. The violent and angry murderous intent was mixed in his aura, which made his sword even stronger and suppressed it. If some ordinary legendary swordsmen faced this terrifying swordsman, they would probably not need Zhuang Bufan to take action, and they would be shocked by the endless murderous intent and anger filled with the opponent's aura, and they would be so scared that they dared not move.

"Bang!"

When Wang Ting was bombarded by this violent sword force, all the sword force that he resisted was shattered. Even the domain defense formed by the Great Perfection was torn apart in one fell swoop. The thunderous sword force hit his body, shaking his protective energy in one fell swoop, losing the last defense of the protective energy. The sword force officially came. For a moment, he felt that his internal organs were overturned, blood was surging, and almost vomiting out. His whole body was even more shocked to retreat more than a dozen pieces in a row under this blow.

"kill!"

A sword saint on the side saw that Wang Ting was beaten by Zhuang Bufan and exposed a lot of flaws. He shouted loudly and was about to take action.

"Get out of the way, this is my prey."

Before he could draw his sword, Zhuang Bufan's voice had already sounded again. Then, he saw a powerful sword force that was no less than before, falling from the sky, like the heavenly sword Ling Chen, with a terrifying pressure. Even the Zhuangzi Sword Saint who was in the aftermath of the sword force was frightened and couldn't help but retreat.

"Boom!"

The shock wave formed by the violent explosion rushed to all directions again, mixed with the collapsed sword force and true energy of the royal court.

Under the power of this shock wave, Wang Ting, who had been retreating continuously, was directly lifted away in one fell swoop. After landing, he retreated again, and a trace of blood appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Sword force, sword force of the Mahayana!"

Despite the injury, Wang Ting had no fear in his eyes, and his eyes became colder.

"I'm not dead yet!"

Zhuang Bufan felt a stern heart. While feeling that Wang Ting was tenacious, his murderous intent was already stronger. The powerful sword force was once again stimulated and crushed down.

"Boom!"

As if the scene was replayed, Wang Ting's sword force and Zhuang Bufan's sword force erupted again in the confrontation of the void. In front of Zhuang Bufan, the sword force of Wang Ting only resisted for a moment, and was shattered again, and his body was also shrunk again.

moment!

However, this moment is indeed extremely critical.

The previous Wang Ting had no power to resist Zhuang Bufan in terms of sword force, but at this moment, he was able to resist Zhuang Bufan for a moment with his sword force. Even if it was just a moment, it was a decisive breakthrough.

It’s like a person who refines a treasure, the success rate of one percent and the success rate of zero percent are completely different. As long as the former is hard and continuous, it will succeed one day, while the latter has no hope.

"How is that possible!?"

Zhuang Bufan naturally saw the changes in the sword power confrontation, and his eyes looked at Wang Ting with vague disbelief.

breakthrough?

Breakthrough!?

At this moment, Wang Ting's sword force actually broke through the first stage, from the peak of the first stage, and reached the level of condensation but not dispersing in the second stage.

"kill!"

The sword force broke through to the second stage. Finally, it was no longer powerless to resist. Wang Ting finally changed his previous style of constant defense. He shouted loudly, and the powerful sword force exploded in full swing.

"Zhuang Lie, King Zhuang Xian, you two follow me to kill this son!"

Seeing that Wang Ting actually started to launch a counterattack against him, Zhuang Bufan finally didn't dare to be arrogant anymore and shouted loudly. The two late-stage swordsman strong men around him had already taken action at the same time.

"It's too late!"

The royal court, which burst out with its own sword force, was like a moth flying into a fire, with a determination that never returned, violently collided with the Mahayana-level sword force of Zhuang Bufan's sword force. The two powerful sword force collided head-on, causing a violent strong wind in this small passage. The strong wind was enough to blow a powerful sword master to pieces.

With this powerful sword force in the second stage, Wang Ting finally won a moment of time under the bombardment of Zhuang Bufan's sword force.

In that moment, his figure had suddenly disappeared. The next moment, as if he had passed through the trajectory of time and space, he suddenly passed by this slightly stagnant sword force. He held the sword in one hand and appeared in front of Zhuang Bufan in a elusive way and assassinated with one sword. Ruosheng Jian's cold sword edge suddenly magnified in Zhuang Bufan's pupils.

"When you use this trick to kill me?"

After all, Zhuang Bufan was a powerful sword in the Mahayana realm. Wang Ting instantly drew his sword and stabbed it with a killer sword. Although he caught him off guard, the next moment, a sword force had already burst out from him, condensed and was about to bombard Wang Ting.

"Mental Art, Thunder Realm!"

"Boom!"

The moment the sword burst out, the powerful spiritual secret technique had already exploded in Zhuang Bufan's spiritual world, shaking his spiritual world.

"roll!"

However, the Mahayana sword power is equivalent to the eighth-level spiritual power. Wang Ting's spiritual secret technique did not even shake Zhuang Bufan's spiritual world for a moment. With his roar, he had already killed Wang Ting, which was close to him with a sword power.

Once Zhuang Bufan forced Wang Ting back this time, he would be prepared for Wang Ting's elusive assassination swordsmanship next time. If he wanted to kill him, he would have no hope.

As soon as he thought of this, the powerful spiritual power in Wang Ting's mind burned at the same time. Only in the state of mind, there were 100,000 energy nodes shining with dazzling light at the same time!

"Only the sword, the ten directions of swords are destroyed!"

"Bang!"

The terrifying sword energy, sharp edge, suddenly exploded on the sword, as if it was torn apart the void in front of me. Circles of ripples spread on the sword edge, which actually lined up Zhuang Bufan's sword force in one fell swoop. The sharp edge of Ruosheng sword, with the shadow of death, penetrated Zhuang Bufan's protective true energy in one fell swoop.

"How is that possible!"

Looking at the Ruosheng Sword torn out of the sword, Zhuang Bufan, the Mahayana Sword Strategy, felt his breathing slightly suffocated.

"Stop it!"

At the moment of life and death, Zhuang Bufan, the Mahayana Sword Master, fully burst out his strength as a Mahayana Sword Master. When the true energy and Ruosheng Sword were shaken, he actually captured the trajectory of Ruosheng Sword from this shock. The moment the sword stabbed in front of him, he suddenly took action and grabbed the sharpness of Ruosheng Sword in his hand, allowing the blood to fly in his palm, but the Ruosheng Sword, which was only one millimeter away from his throat, could no longer move forward.

"Stop it!"

Looking at the Ruosheng Sword grasped in his hand, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on Zhuang Bufan's face.

He never expected that as a master of sword power, he would one day be forced to this level by a sword holy practitioner.

But now, everything should be over.

However, just when he held the Ruosheng Sword tightly, dismantled all the attacks of the royal court, and planned to start a Jedi counterattack, an indescribable sharpness suddenly burst out from the Ruosheng Sword, entering his soul, and in an instant, tearing his spiritual world apart.

The pain of the torn spiritual world made him no longer stop the force of Ruosheng Sword assassinating. Blood splattered, and Ruosheng Sword slashed slightly with the inertial force...

The next moment, the sword edge, already pierced from the back of his neck with bright red blood.
Chapter completed!