The powerful people were thinking about Haotian Sacred Clothes, so they would not let them do whatever they wanted here.

But the powerful people have their own calculations, and the major forces also have their own calculations. The situation here is not something that can be decided by one person. The powerful people are guarding against those large forces with a large number of people, and the major forces are always careful of those spiritual practitioners with strong cultivation.

Now that the Haotian Saint Clothes have not appeared yet, people have become anxious and suspicious of each other. If the Saint Clothes appears, they will not know what will happen to these warlike millions of spiritual practitioners.

Of course, one thing we can know is that once the "Qianyun Zongjian Mountain" is destroyed, Su Yun will be bombarded so that he will not even be left with scum. The nearly one million spiritual practitioners, Haotian Saint Clothes, cannot save him.

Su Yun took his gaze back and turned to the "Qianyun Zongjian Mountain" below.

At this moment, the "Qianyun Zongjian Mountain" was already very miserable. Every minute and every second it was under attack of at least 100,000 sword energy. The surface of the mountain was completely blown into powder, dust was everywhere, the mountain was getting smaller and smaller, and the rotten corpses inside the mountain were gradually exposed.

Judging from the frequency of this attack, seven hours later, the cave where Su Yun is located will be blown out by these spiritual practitioners. The entire "Qianyun Zongjian Mountain" will completely disappear in ten hours.

As an ancient battlefield, the place where Ling Xuansheng buried his bones, the "Qianyun Zongjian Mountain" absorbed a large amount of spiritual energy and the energy in their corpses, causing this mountain to be different from other mountains and is extremely hard. However, today, it will also become the dust of history and completely disappear.

Su Yun converged his soul and returned to the cave.

The situation outside is so serious that the plan cannot keep up with the changes, and it is not realistic to think about digging a way to escape.

"Su Yun, what should I do now? I think your place is about to collapse! Once you are buried by the falling rocks after the collapse, it is inconvenient to move, it will be easier to be captured by the spiritual practitioners outside." Ling Qingyu's voice came out.

The stones here are very heavy.

Su Yun stood up, thought for a moment, suddenly jumped up, and rushed towards the tunnel before.

Ling Qingyu was stunned for a moment and wanted to say something, but she stopped, just nervously looking at the situation outside through the sword box.

After entering the tunnel and walking forward, I saw the scene outside.

The tunnel was blown open, and the gravel filled the tunnel, and the dust was extremely rich. Su Yun cut open the stone in front with a sword, jumped out of the tunnel, and landed on the hillside.

As soon as a person appears, what comes to him is the overwhelming sword energy.

Ling Qingyu was really surprised to see this.

How did Su Yun come out? What is he going to do? Could he be rushing head-on? Thinking of this, Ling Qingyu was sweating coldly. So many spiritual practitioners outside looked at her and her scalp was numb. Unless it was an army of spiritual practitioners or a super sect in the heavens and all realms, where could so many spiritual practitioners gather?

Head-on rushing? Su Yun is certainly not so stupid. He dared to be arrogant if he got the "Holy Imperial Battle Boot" without being integrated. He is not invincible.

Now there are spiritual practitioners gathered here, all from the southeast, southwest and northwest of the sword world. Because of the Haotian Sacred Clothes, they gathered together. If they mix into the crowd, they can easily leave. The "Sacred Imperial Battle Jacket" can block its own breath and even tamper with its cultivation, making it difficult for others to detect their true strength. This gave Su Yun a glimmer of hope.

He exhaled, stared at Jianxi, held his breath, jumped and rushed straight out.

"Su Yun, are you planning to go head-on??"

Ling Qingyu in the sword box noticed Su Yun's movements and was so scared that she almost shivered all over.

Going to hit nearly one million people by one?

This is asking for death.

The sword energy was like raindrops, and it was constantly hitting the "Qianyun Zongjian Mountain". His eyes were looking at the top of the mountain, watching the mountain being wiped out bit by bit.

"Hmm? What is that?"

Suddenly, a man exclaimed.

The spiritual practitioners beside them looked up one after another, but saw a thin figure rushing out of the Qianyun, who was rolling in the dusty mountains.

The man rushed towards him with the sword energy all over the sky. The sword energy seemed fierce, but when he approached him, he seemed to hit a black hole of nothingness and disappeared.

"Who is this person?"

"How strong should he be able to advance with such a fierce offensive?"

"No!! He is not a strong cultivation level, but his magic weapon is powerful. He is the one who seized the Haotian Sacred Clothes!!!"

"What? Is this person?"

"He wasn't huddling in Qianyun Zongjian Mountain, but he actually ran out. Are he looking for death? Or do he think the Haotian Sacred Clothes can give him invincibility?"

"At the time when Haotian Saint Clothes were obtained by the Lord of Weijian Valley, the Viagra Valley was powerful and had the Holy Clothes as a support. No one in the entire sword world dared to take advantage of it, but this guy was only alone, but he was so arrogant. Judging from his appearance, did he want to break through? Humph, he was simply seeking death!!"

After saying that, the spiritual practitioners here quickly concentrated their firepower and blasted towards the rushing figure.

When the spiritual practitioners from other places received the news, they suddenly became furious and rushed towards the place where the figure appeared.

Everyone's purpose is for the Haotian Sacred Clothes. Now that the target appears, how could they be obediently surrounding him? For a moment, a loophole appeared in the 'Qianyun Zongjian Mountain'. The people on this side of the mountain immediately ran to the direction of Jianxi, and the entire scene became more and more chaotic!!

However, people blasted at the figure for a while, but they suddenly exploded!!

Dead?

People's hearts hopped.

Immediately, someone approached Qianyun Zong Jianshan regardless of the erosion of sword energy and hostility, and rushed towards the place where the figure fell.

They urged the mysterious energy and tried their best to resist it. However, before they got close, a large amount of sword energy shot from behind them and blasted towards the spiritual practitioners who rushed to the front.

How could these people beware of so many offensives? They died immediately.

"Damn it!! Haotian Holy Clothes is from our 'Sword Killing Hall'. Whoever dares to try it will kill you!!"

"Bah, what are your 'Sword Killing Hall'? You dare to think about Haotian Sacred Clothes? Get out!!"

"court death!!"

A burst of roars broke out. These spiritual practitioners who listened to the wind and rain had already lost their minds for the magic weapon. This time they were completely crazy. For the sake of Haotian Saint Clothes, they fought directly, and the order that was finally maintained by the powerful and powerful forces was instantly in chaos.

When a spiritual practitioner finally touched the place where the figure fell, he only saw a group of broken stones carved with lotus patterns.

(There are still many friends. Lao Huo is very happy, everyone is still there)
Chapter completed!