In this battle, because of Zhang Ruochen's desperate counterattack, they gradually gained the upper hand. How could the monks of the ancient clan of Zhenzhuo, as the owner of the sword tomb, always stand by and watch?

They also want to fight.

"Suppress."

While Shi Qiankun cast out the Sword Tomb Palace, he spread hundreds of blood-suppressing talismans.

The battle formation of the Immortal Blood Clan was originally extremely stable and there was no flaw in sight, but under the attack of the Blood-Suppressing Talisman and the Sword Tomb Palace, it immediately collapsed.

The most intense battlefield is Zhang Ruochen's side.

Zhang Ruochen used the Yin-Yang Two-Ordinary Sword Formation, and the remaining Destroyed Warship continued to retreat.

If there was no obstacle to the God-Destroying Cross Shield, it would have been smashed to pieces.

The situation on the side of the Blood Slaughter God Slaughter is not very good. The continuous bombardment of the Qingtian Futu Tower made it impossible for him to stimulate the powerful power of the Invincible Purgatory Tower, and he could only passively resist it.

Since he embarked on the path of cultivation, he has never experienced such a frustrated battle.

“It’s time to end!”

After the fierce battle before, Zhang Ruochen had already reached the vicinity of the Destroyed Holy Warship. The time was ripe, so he took out a space rolling sleeve and beat it out.

"Boom."

As the space collapsed, the formations outside the Holy Warship shattered one after another.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Yin-Yang Two-Yang Sword Formation attacked the Destroyed Holy Warship, easily slashing the warship.

The next moment, the woman in blood held a blood-dropping sword in her hand and rushed out of the sword formation and attacked Xia Wenxin directly.

"Zhoutian Sword Technique."

At the same time, Zhang Ruochen grabbed the hilt of the Chenyuan Ancient Sword and suddenly appeared in front of the Nine-Eyed Heavenly King, and the sword light flashed.

"I...will die..."

The Nine-Eye Heavenly King's eyes were full of unwillingness, and before he could finish his words, his head fell down.

In the end, he still couldn't escape this disaster.

"Bang."

Zhang Ruochen swung two more swords, and two sword auras flew out, shattering the body and head of the Nine-Eyed Heavenly King into two balls of blood mist.

Even if the Nine-Eyed King is powerful, he will die so much that he cannot die again.

The blood-dropping sword locked Xia Wen's heart's energy and slashed out a bloody light.

Even when he was running away, Xia Wenxin still had a graceful body and outstanding temperament. Until he knew that he could not escape, he spread the bamboo slips in his hand, and tens of thousands of words flew out and blocked him.

However, his holy art could not resist the blood-dropping sword at all, and it was broken in an instant.

Seeing that the sword light was about to come, Xia Wenxin flicked her fingers and pointed her heart toward her heart. Thirty-three divine patterns emerged from her body with the heart as the center.

Still can't stop it.

"puff."

Thirty-three divine patterns broke, and a ferocious wound appeared on Xia Wenxin's chest, and blood gushed.

Fortunately, the Divine Pattern eliminated most of the power of the Blood Drop Sword, otherwise, this sword might have killed him.

"Swish."

Xia Wenxin quickly retreated and at the same time took back the cross shield of the Destroyed God.

At this moment, the woman in blood slashed out another sword.

"Bang."

The Cross Shield of Destroyed God released a vast amount of blood energy, trying his best to erase the power of the Blood Drop Sword.

"Xia Wenxin's strength is so powerful."

Zhang Ruochen beat Chen Yuan’s ancient sword out, turned into a black light, and flew towards the woman in red.

The next moment, the Blood Drop Sword and the Chenyuan Ancient Sword were once again combined, and the Yin-Yang Two-Ordinary Sword Formation was used to evolve the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram.

Even with the cross shield of the God-Destroying God, Xia Wenxin was still shocked to fly away.

Several new wounds were added to his chest, one of which penetrated his body and suffered unimaginable severe damage.

If an ordinary powerful man in the Dao Realm suffered such a severe injury, he would probably have died.

Xia Wenxin fled back to the camp of the Immortal Vampire Army, looked at the crushed Yin-Yang Liangyi Sword Formation, and said, "The monks of the Immortal Vampire, come with me."

Xia Wenxin's hands grabbed the cross shield of the God-Destroying God and made a move to worship the world.

Behind him, there was a battle formation of ten thousand people composed of three immortal blood monks. Their powers combined with each other and based on the God-Destroying Cross Shield, it condensed a cross shield seal that was ten thousand feet high.

"Rumbling."

The Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram constantly hits the shield seal, destroying the power of the shield seal.

Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes, and the powerful sword intent spread out, and his whole body faintly merged with the sword tomb.

“Buzz.”

In the sword tomb, countless sword weapons trembled, as if they were summoned in some way.

The next moment, 100,000 swords flew out from the underground of the sword tomb and appeared around Zhang Ruochen, turning into a torrent of swords.

And as time goes by, more and more swords gather.

"Is this... Wanjian Chaozong?"

The monks of the Immortal Vampire were all shocked by this terrible scene and felt unable to breathe.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was like a peerless sword god, transforming into the lord of the sword tomb, and all swords were driven by him.

"Swish."

Zhang Ruochen suddenly opened his eyes and released his sharp sword intent.

The torrent of the sword swept out instantly according to his wishes.

"boom."

The cross shield seal, which was so high, collapsed and turned into dense spots of light.

Facing the sword light coming towards him, Xia Wenxin inserted the God-Destroying Cross Shield into the ground. Ten thousand swords hit the Cross Shield, causing the Cross Shield and Xia Wenxin to retreat thousands of miles together, and plowed a thousand miles of gully on the ground.

However, Xia Wenxin took this opportunity to retreat outside the sword tomb.

Just the three battle formations that helped him, the 30,000 immortal blood clan monks were not so lucky. They were instantly submerged by the torrent of the sword, turning into blood mist, screaming endlessly.

"hiss."
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