The thirty-third level of Lihentian, also known as the heaven outside the sky, is misty, like a place where sword immortals practice.

The Wanchuan sat upright in front of the palace, his eyes closed, and his robe fluttered in the wind, with his outstanding style, just like a person outside the world.

Around Wangchuan, strands of sword intent flowed, surrounding his body without dissipating, and a terrible aura formed around his body. At this moment, when Ye Futian looked at Wangchuan, he faintly felt an illusion, as if he was not seeing a person, but a sword.

He was one with the Great Dao, and although he just sat there calmly, he was more dangerous than anyone else.

Wangchuan, the best swordsman of the Queen Lihentian, is the best person in charge of the saints, and kills all the powerful people in the Li Emperor Realm with one sword.

At this time, he sat in the thirty-third heaven, waiting for Ye Futian to arrive.

On the other side, above the ancient peak that was as steep as a sword, there was a towering palace. On the edge, a man stood with his hands behind his back, lowering his head and looking calmly into the sky.

Master Lihen Sword, watch the battle himself.

In the void, a sacred beast of Qingluan was floating in the sky. Xia Qingyuan stood above Qingluan and looked down quietly. She witnessed Ye Futian and the others reaching the thirty-third heaven. Until this moment, Ye Futian had not taken action.

Ye Wuchen urged the Human Emperor's sword intent to consume too much, otherwise, he alone could also step into the 33rd level of the Lihentian sword path. However, after he fought with Lu Cheng, his own mental power was unsustainable. Yu Sheng took over his position and walked all the way, no one could stop him. A group of five people came here.

This scene seems a bit familiar, just like when they fought on the Nine Heavens Temple and the Nine Heavens, and it was as powerful as a bamboo shoot.

However, the sword cultivators in Lihen Heaven, especially the sword cultivators in the latter eleventh level, are much stronger than those in the ninth level. After all, Pei Qianying is only one of the disciples in the eleventh level of Lihen Heaven, but today's Ye Futian, Yu Sheng and Ye Wuchen are also much stronger than those in the past.

In front of Ye Futian and the others, a team of sword cultivators stood there, blocking Ye Futian and Yu Sheng's way, and were swept by them all the way to this place. It was obviously not very good to Li Hentian, especially when Li Hen's sword master witnessed himself today, Li Hentian was easily penetrated, as if it really confirmed Ye Futian's words that there was no one under the Saint of Li Hentian.

The Yu Sheng stepped forward, the ground shook, and he walked towards the several sword cultivators.

This is the sword cultivator in the thirty-third level of Lihentian. Anyone is the top sword cultivator in the sage realm. The sword intent on them is obviously stronger than the opponents they have encountered before.

At this moment, one person took action, and took a sword at Yu Sheng. With one sword, a thunder sounded loudly from the world, like a stone breaking the sky and shattering people's spiritual will.

This sword is like the thunder tribulation of the great way, with the speed of lightning, and the domineering destructive power of thunder is like the terrifying sword-dao catastrophe light. Terrible purple marks emerged in the void, slashing towards Yu Sheng's burly body. In Yu Sheng's mind, it seemed that a sword light also appeared to cut off his spiritual will.

The light of Buddha and demons flowed on Yu Sheng's body, the golden body was immortal, and the terrifying sword light came to kill him. A loud roar sound came out, as powerful as Yu Sheng's defense appeared in cracks, but his body was not affected and he continued to move forward.

The roar sound came out, just like the sound of the great way. This world turned into a destructive sword space, and endless sword lights blasted towards Yu Sheng's body. At this time, Yu Sheng only felt in the sword light of the doomsday, and his spiritual will seemed to be submerged by the sword.

A stream of destructive airflow wandered over his body, his golden body shattered, but there was still a terrible dark golden light flowing on his body. When the terrifying swordsmanship hit his body, it was swallowed and demonized little by little.

"Boom." With a loud bang, the rest of his life continued to walk forward, like a demon god, suffocating and suppressing people.

The sword cultivator in front of him flew, and the light of doomsday annihilated the void. In an instant, there were countless sword intents in the world. Since he wanted to devour the demonization for the rest of his life, he let the sword rules break the limit of his body until they were destroyed from the inside.

He wanted to see how strong this domineering body could withstand the sword.

"Bang." Another loud noise, the space shaking, Yu Sheng took another step forward, and the demonic power bloomed in his pupils. The sword cultivator only felt a terrifying pressure, as if there were statues of demon gods appearing with his body as the center. He was no longer a human, but a demon god.

The sword cultivator's face changed slightly. At this moment, a terrifying statue of demon god appeared around him. Yu Sheng took another step forward, and a destructive dark thunder robbery sword burst out from the statue of demon god, as if it was the attack he had dealt with Yu Sheng before, and was transformed by Yu Sheng, and even after being integrated into the power of the demonic path, it seemed that the destructive power seemed to be stronger.

The world is dark, like the real sword disaster of the doomsday.

His expression changed slightly, and he fought against his own strength. His sword energy was constantly circulating, but it was difficult to destroy it. In front of him, a Buddha and demon palm seal covering the sky and the sun crushed the void and slammed down. All beings crawled, and the sword path collapsed and destroyed.

"Boom..." With a loud bang, his body was suppressed and hit the ground. His whole body seemed to be torn apart, covered in blood, and it was terrible.

However, the sword cultivator behind continued to fight, without any fear. Even though he knew he would be defeated, he would still fight.

In the thirty-third level of Lihen Heaven, they are the Holy Sword Cultivators standing at the highest point. Who will fight when they retreat?

Ye Futian did not look down, but stepped forward and walked alone towards the sword cultivator sitting on the edge of the palace. Ye Futian felt a breath from Wangchuan's body, and the breath of stepping into the holy path with one foot.

That day, Wangchuan brought his sword to the thirty-third level of heaven and slashed the powerful people in the imperial world with one sword. He felt that Wangchuan had indeed reached the extreme of the holy level, and this limit refers to the incomparable approach to the holy path.

Perhaps, there was only a thread of separation, and from Wangchuan, he could already sense a ray of holy power.

After the battle outside the Xia Emperor Palace, many people in the Xia Emperor Realm claimed that Wangchuan was the first person in the Xia Emperor Realm. They speculated that he could set foot on the thirty-third level of heaven, but he would fail here and be defeated by Wangchuan.

Although the ending will not be like this, Wangchuan's strength and character are far from comparable to Pei Qianying and Lu Cheng.

At this moment, Wangchuan opened his eyes and looked at Ye Futian. His eyes contained a terrible sword intent. When he looked at Ye Futian, Ye Futian suddenly felt that the sword intent was directly piercing into his pupils, trying to pierce his spiritual will, but he was still standing there steadily, with his eyes looking directly at the other party.

An extreme aura of depression enveloped the space. Before Wangchuan could really take action, Ye Futian felt that he was already in a destructive sword intent. This sword intent was everywhere, wrapping the space around him and stabbing madly at his body and his spiritual will.

The white hair was flying, the clothes were rushing, making sharp and harsh sounds, and in an instant it was full of holes.

Ye Futian continued to step forward, as if he was not disturbed by the sword intent, and just walked towards Wangchuan.

He wanted to see if this Lihentian Sword Cultivator, who was so far below the saint, could threaten him.

With every step taken, the sword intent is increasing wildly, enough to tear everything to pieces. If it weren't for Ye Futian but a peak sage, he would probably have turned into endless fragments at this moment.

Wangchuan looked as usual, calm to the extreme, as if he was not facing a threatening war at all.

In front of him was a peerless monster known as the unparalleled nine provinces. Even after entering the upper realm, he was still a peerless and beautiful woman, and Emperor Xia and the princess valued it.

In this battle, he did not seek victory or defeat, but only wanted to have a clear mind of swords and his swordsmanship.

"Sword." Wang Chuan spit out a word from his mouth, which was also the first word when the two met, without any extra words.

The sound fell, and the sword energy spread across the sky. Countless swords descended on the sky, surrounding his body, and roaring with a magnificent sound.

"Leave."

Another word fell, and thousands of swords broke through the air in an instant, broke through the air, and left the gods.

The sword paths of the heavens are like the river of heaven. Each of these thousands of swords is like a holy weapon, tearing apart the void and slashing the soul of a person, truly containing a wisp of holy power.

A destructive light of disaster appeared above Ye Futian's body. With his body as the center, it was like the end of the world. Thousands of disaster lights burst out at the same time. Each light of disaster light was like a sword, colliding with the sword intent that came to kill.

The sword intent and the catastrophe light exploded and destroyed wildly, and a terrifying scene appeared between the two of them.

The sword intent is not extinguished, and the catastrophe light is not destroyed. Ye Futian continues to walk forward towards the Wanchuan with the catastrophe of the end of the world, just like walking in the infinite sword intent, like a god.

Wangchuan saw Ye Futian moving forward step by step, his body slowly floated up, and then stood up with his legs crossed there. Like Ye Futian, he also stepped forward and walked towards Ye Futian. The two of them seemed not to be fighting.

But every step out, the destructive power of birth is enough to destroy the sages under the holy realm. It seems that the middle of their bodies has turned into an absolute forbidden area.

The light of robbery and the sword light collided wildly, without any swordsmanship or magical powers, only the simplest confrontation.

Wangchuan burst into flawless sword light throughout his body, as if he had integrated into the thousands of sword intents and entered a state of mystery. In this state, Ye Futian actually felt the pressure. He had an illusion that at this time he was not facing a person from a half-step holy realm, but a real saint.

"Borrowing the Three Thousands of Swords to Transformation." Wang Chuan spit out a voice from his mouth. After his words, the sword light of the heavens merged into his body. His whole body became even more dazzling, as if it was no longer a physical body, but a sword body.

Thousands of sword lights dissipated and all merged into the body of the Wanchuan, but the sword intent surrounding the world was several times stronger than before, as if there had been a qualitative change.

The light of the catastrophe around Ye Futian's body was suppressed, and the rules of the Tao were suppressed, but under the sword path, the rules did not exist.

Wangchuan borrowed three thousand swords and transformed into Taoism.

At this time, Wangchuan represents the sword path.

Taking man as the sword and the Tao.

He continued to step forward, and the sword intent pierced into Ye Futian's body, as if he wanted to break his body and cut off his spiritual will!
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