Chapter 1553 1554 This Time, the Face Is Really Smashed

"Not bad! Jian Wuchen, don't think that you are stronger than me by defeating my sword earlier. You haven't really seen my Thousand Illusions Conquering Demons." After Ao Fangchen finished speaking, Several array instruments appeared in his hand.

With his hand tricks, the magical weapon suddenly appeared and enveloped him.

"Qianhuan, subduing the devil!" Ao Fangchen slashed out with a sword, and when it was transmitted from the magic weapon's strange light, it turned out a thousand sword shadows, and the power was doubled compared to his previous sword.

He came to Shengjian Peak originally just to seek "justice" for Han Yutang, but his defeat in the hands of Jian Wuchen swept the ground with majesty, only to feel that his reputation for many years was ruined in one fell swoop. This sword is not only to get "justice" for Han Yutang, but also to justify his name as a god and old man.

What a strong formation! Only then did Mu Hanyan know that his Thousand Magical Suppression Magic Formation not only had the ability to restrain the shackles, but also directly increased the power of the sword, which was similar to their five magic weapons. It turned out that Han Yutang didn't show the power of this formation last time, otherwise she really wouldn't be able to crack it easily.

"Kendo, Wuchen!" Jian Wuchen's expression became extremely dignified, and he slashed out again.

"Quick!" The holy sword intent swept out again, without a trace of impurities.

But this time, he failed to smash Ao Fangchen's sword light with a single sword. The two sword lights met in mid-air, and they couldn't stand still, like two blue dragons fighting to the death.

It is no wonder that although Jian Wuchen is full of talent, he was one of the two great saints who had the most hope of taking over the throne of the Holy Master. Most of the energy is placed on this thousand illusions and demons.

It is not easy for Jian Wuchen to beat him if he really fights his life.

The two sword lights condensed and collided with the dazzling sword lights, but no one could win.

However, Jian Wuchen, this Wuchen swordsmanship, after all, was derived from a sword soul left by that peerless powerhouse in the Holy Court Continent, and it is by no means comparable to Ao Fangchen. With the passage of time, Ao Fangchen's powerful sword light still slowly disappeared. Obviously, if this stalemate continued, Ao Fangchen would definitely lose.

"I didn't expect that Elder Wuchen's cultivation was so terrifying."

"I heard that he almost took over the position of the Holy Master before. I still don't believe it. Now I know that he really has that kind of strength."

"Elder Ao is too confident. He doesn't think about it. If it wasn't for Elder Wuchen who was injured back then, how could he have the fame and status today?"

"Yeah, obviously knowing that Elder Wuchen's injury is healed, he still has to do it, isn't that arrogant? It's a pity that the fame of a lifetime will be destroyed like this." There was a lot of discussion.

In fact, they felt more sympathy for Ao Fangchen, but these words were too straightforward, like a loud slap in the face, slapped heavily on his face.

Ao Fangchen's old face was blushing like a pig's liver, and he almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"Elder Ao, it's just a little grudge between the juniors, or let them solve it on their own, how about we stop each other?" Jian Wuchen didn't want Ao Fangchen's reputation to be ruined, and said again.

"Jian Wuchen, do you think you really won this old man!" Jian Wuchen originally had good intentions, but when he heard Ao Fangchen's ears, it was tantamount to a great humiliation, and he roared in anger.

At the same time, there was a humming sound from the long sword in his hand, and thousands of sword lights flashed out, flashing the unique light of the formation rune, like a huge sword net, flying towards Mu Hanyan and others. .

"Ao Fangchen, are you crazy?" Jian Wuchen shouted in shock.

Although Ao Fangchen's sword split half of his sword power and could no longer compete with his Wuchen swordsmanship, the other half of his sword power was still too strong for Mu Hanyan and the others.

The most important thing is that the thousand sword beams were not only directed at Mu Hanyan, but the other hundred guardian descendants of the gods were also shrouded in it.

Doesn't he know what these guardian descendants of the gods mean to the Holy Court Continent? What is the difference between doing so and going crazy.

"Elder Ao, stop it!" Jin Qisheng was also startled, shouting, and slapped the thousands of sword lights with his palm.

However, he was known for his medical skills, and his own strength was not strong, so how could he be able to stop Ao Fangchen's sword? Hearing a muffled sound, Jin Qisheng was blasted out by the sword glow.

The disciples of the Holy Court at the foot of the peak were also stunned, and they did not expect that Ao Fangchen would be so maddened.

Mu Hanyan and the others all changed their faces. Compared with others, they clearly felt the horror of Ao Fangchen's sword. This sword was not something they could resist at all. Under the shackles of the formation, they didn't even have a chance to escape.

"Thousands broken, the formation is destroyed!" At the critical juncture, a cold and violent shout suddenly sounded.

"Lanfeng!" Mu Hanyan turned his head in surprise.

Ye Lanfeng's tall, straight and graceful figure flew over like a meteor, and the Sword of Thousand Pounders flashed bright light, stabbing straight towards Ao Fangchen's thousand-imaginary sword glow.

"Kick!" The sword lights flashing with runes shattered violently, and there was a crisp sound like a crystal cracking.

Compared with the last time he fought against Tian Annan in the capital of An Yun, the power of Ye Lanfeng's formation-breaking sword was obviously much stronger.

Although Ye Lanfeng is much younger than Ao Fangchen, and his cultivation is impossible to compare with his ten thousand years of ascetic cultivation, but Ao Fangchen has two swords at this time, which is equivalent to one against two. These two people, one is the saint who is most likely to inherit the throne of the Holy Lord a thousand years ago, and the other is the saint who is most likely to inherit the throne of the Holy Lord after a thousand years. Their strength is self-evident.

More importantly, what Ye Lanfeng was using at this time was the Sword of Thousand Pounders, the sword of breaking the formation, which had greater restraint on his thousand illusions and demons.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ao Fangchen played the sword tactics again and again, but he still couldn't stop Ye Lanfeng's thousand-destruction sword intent.

As his thousand-imaginary sword lights shattered like soap bubbles, Ye Lanfeng's sword lights also swept across his chest, bringing out a bloody flower. "Ye Lanfeng, it's you!" Although it's a long story, from Ye Lanfeng's appearance, to breaking the sword formation, to stabbing Ao Fangchen with a sword, it was just a matter of moments, until this moment, Ao Fangchen Just figured out who it was.

Ye Lanfeng's sword was actually not heavy. With Ao Fangchen's strength, he didn't even need to take medicinal pills, and his injuries were instantly healed, but what this sword stabbed was not his body, but his face, and more Dignity accumulated over thousands of years. Looking at Ye Lanfeng, Ao Fangchen's eyes could almost spew fire.

"Elder Ao, I have offended you." Ye Lanfeng said neither humble nor arrogant.