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Yang Fei had never practiced the Sword Control Technique of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect. This time, the flying sword shot straight out, propelled entirely by Dragon Elephant Strength, overwhelming and unstoppable, with the power of thunder.

The Eight Great Sword Cultivators were all startled and changed color, each quickly evading.

In that moment, the formation scattered, each person forced by Yang Fei's sword to fight individually.

Before the Mysterious Light Mirror, both Ning Lang and Zhang Zhengde were astonished.

Yang Fei's strike seemed reckless, yet it was the best Dharma Door for breaking the formation.

Zhang Zhengde's face became increasingly grave.

Originally, he looked down on this civilian loose cultivator, but now he had to admit it.

The loose cultivator from Yinxue Tower before him was already his greatest opponent.

At this moment, Yang Fei spread his wings, his form swift as the stars, surprisingly catching up with his own Zixiao Sword.

He grabbed the sword hilt, landing right in front of a sword cultivator with a little beard.

The sword cultivator immediately wielded his longsword and slashed down at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei chuckled coldly, raising Zixiao Sword to block.

With a loud clang, the little beard sword cultivator's wrist bled, and his longsword was sent flying by Yang Fei.

Yang Fei showed no mercy, quick as a flash, his longsword pierced through the pipa bone of the little beard sword cultivator.

The little beard let out a cry of pain, only to be kicked in the chest by Yang Fei's flying foot.

The little beard sword cultivator screamed horribly, his body like a kite with broken strings, flying away.

The other seven sword cultivators, seeing Yang Fei's fierce move that immediately incapacitated a comrade, reacted with shock and anger, and directed their flying swords at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei's condensed Geng Metal Sword couldn't withstand these true magic artifacts, but with Zixiao Sword in hand, he feared nothing.

He swung his longsword in circles, with several clinking sounds, sending five incoming longswords flying.

Yet at that moment, his chest throbbed with pain, pierced by an invisible, intangible longsword.

Fortunately, Yang Fei quickly activated the Turtle Shield, a hexagonal transparent shield that blocked his chest. The longsword could only penetrate three centimeters, unable to go further.

Not far away, a tall and thin sword cultivator's face changed drastically.

The sword was called Liuguang, one of the Nine Great Divine Swords of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, invisible and intangible, killing without blood, extremely sharp.

He never dreamed anyone could withstand Liuguang's sword edge with their body.

Yang Fei grabbed the Liuguang Sword, releasing the Phoenix Mysterious Fire from his palm, surging it onto the entire sword blade.

Within moments, Liuguang Sword was burned to half a piece of waste iron by the Phoenix Mysterious Fire, its spiritual energy dim.

The tall and thin cultivator watched his magic artifact being destroyed, heartbroken as if cut, and cried out.

"Cunning fiend, how dare you destroy my magic artifact."

At this moment, Yang Fei's Zixiao Sword transformed into a mass of cold light, shooting toward the tall and thin sword cultivator.

The tall and thin sword cultivator, seeing that Liuguang Sword was destroyed and unable to resist as Zixiao Sword shot over, felt despondent as if dead.

At this critical moment, a long sword in ancient shape intercepted Zixiao Sword midway.

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Only the sound of metal striking could be heard as Zixiao Sword knocked the ancient sword outward, still shooting toward the tall and thin sword cultivator.

Almost simultaneously, the other sword cultivators saw the danger, and launched their longswords forward to intercept Zixiao Sword.

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Zixiao Sword collided with six longswords, scattering them like autumn leaves, all knocked aside by Zixiao Sword.

After knocking aside six flying swords, the momentum of Zixiao Sword was not affected at all, shooting toward the tall and thin sword cultivator like lightning.

At this point, everyone was shocked and helpless!

The tall and thin sword cultivator, seeing Zixiao Sword's unstoppable momentum, panicked and desperately shifted his body.

whoosh!

With a faint sound, Zixiao Sword pierced into the tall and thin sword cultivator's stomach.

His form, like a large bird struck by a hunting rifle, skewed as it plummeted downward.

Before the Mysterious Light Mirror, Ning Lang and Zhang Zhengde both changed facial colors.

Neither of them expected Yang Fei to be so formidable.

Ning Lang let out a long roar, leaving the great hall and hastily heading down the mountain.

Zhang Zhengde dared not be negligent, his robes fluttering as he followed Ning Lang down the mountain.

The Ten Thousand Sword Sect had nine Spirit Peaks in total, and Yang Fei crossed the second peak, already causing the Nine Great Sword Cultivators to fall apart completely.

Among the Nine Great Sword Cultivators, he had already harmed three, and the remaining six sword cultivators, despite desperately using their swords, could not withstand Yang Fei alone, only retreating step by step.

At this moment, a voice rang out, crisp and filled with rage.

"Yang Fei, stop being so arrogant!"

Yang Fei looked up and saw Ning Lang in a long skirt, carrying a flowery basket.

The basket was brimming with flowers yet exuded a very dangerous aura.

Behind Ning Lang stood a white-bearded Old Taoist, sleeves fluttering, possessing a somewhat celestial demeanor, yet looked at Yang Fei with deep hatred.

Their realms were much higher than the Eight Sword Cultivators, especially the white-bearded Old Taoist, who was likely at the Early Stage of Core Formation.

Although Ning Lang was only at the Late Foundation Building Stage, the basket she carried was very dangerous, being at least a level 12 magic artifact, one step away from becoming a magical treasure.

For the first time, Yang Fei felt pressure and danger, and retrieved Zixiao Sword, steadying his form.

The Eight Sword Cultivators, seeing this disaster finally ceasing his attack, unavoidably let out a sigh of relief.

Zhang Zhengde glanced at Yang Fei, also relieved.

Although Yang Fei was formidable, he was only at the Late Foundation Building Stage and lacked any magic artifacts.

Zhang Zhengde believed himself capable of subduing such a person.

Ning Lang glared at Yang Fei, filled with killing intent.

"Yang Fei, I didn't come for you, yet you came to the Ten Thousand Sword Sect to kill, don't blame me for being merciless."

Yang Fei smiled faintly, "A defeated opponent, how dare you speak of courage?"

"I just want to see Liu Chan, not to kill anyone. But if you insist on stopping me, don't blame me for showing no mercy."

Zhang Zhengde floated forward, shielding Ning Lang, and spoke slowly.

"Yang Fei, was it you who killed Pan Ying, my disciple of Dragon Tiger Mountain?"

Yang Fei cast a sidelong glance at the Old Taoist, sneering.

"So what if it was? Your Dragon Tiger Mountain disciples Pan Ying and Quan Qing failed to heed good advice and didn't know their limits. They found their own road to death."

Zhang Zhengde burst into anger, his hair standing on end.

"Scoundrel, since it is so, I'm going to capture you to Dragon Tiger Mountain to see the Sect Master True Man for punishment."

Yang Fei never regarded these so-called Prestigious Immortal Sects seriously.

He sneered, "Just based on you, do you qualify?"

Zhang Zhengde said no more, from within his Taoist Robe emerged a Yellow Gourd.

The gourd mouth slowly opened, and a Jade Seal flew out.

The Jade Seal rapidly enlarged, entwined with 12 Fire Dragons, blazing fiercely.

Although these Fire Dragons were transformed by Zhang Zhengde's vital energy, they were lifelike, exceedingly real.

That flame wasn't ordinary but Samadhi Fire.

Though Samadhi Fire wasn't as mighty as Phoenix Mysterious Fire, it was also extraordinary, burning almost nothing unscathed.

In an instant, the Fire Dragon Jade Seal already engulfed Yang Fei's form, pressing down on him overhead.

Even before the Jade Seal fully descended, Yang Fei already felt a scorching heat wave sweeping over.

He used all his strength to lift Zixiao Sword upward!

humming sound!

The Jade Seal was as weighty as Mount Tai, and Yang Fei couldn't move it; the Zixiao Sword snapped with a crack.

In the next second, the Jade Seal, like Mount Tai Crushing Down, directly smashed down on Yang Fei.

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