Boom boom boom!

After about ten breaths of time, the sky gradually darkened and dark clouds covered.

Lightning was wandering in the black clouds, and thunder came.

Gradually, a strong wind started to blow around the platform, and the clothes of the people blowing were dazzled. Some female monks' skirts were also blown up. Fortunately, they had the control of true vitality, so they didn't need to do it, and there was no need to worry about running out.

"what's the situation?"

Everyone was attracted by the vision of the sky, and they all looked up.

Tianshan Tong's grandmother only glanced at the sky, and then ignored it, obviously she knew something.

On the stage, Shen Haokong looked at the sky, frowned, and the anxiety in his heart became stronger and stronger.

At this moment, he regretted giving Si Xingwen the opportunity to make a big move.

It was just that he had already promised Si Xingwen the opportunity to make a move. For the sake of face, he had to gritted his teeth and suffocated.

Sweeping his gaze to Si Xingwen, he closed his eyes tightly, his face was expressionless, his hands were still dancing his sword.

Gradually, an unpredictable sword intent overflowed from Si Xingwen's body.

No, after careful sensing, I realized that this majestic sword intent was actually the inconspicuous six-star long sword from Si Xingwen's hand.

"this is!!!"

In the audience, Yang Fan cast his gaze fiercely.

In Yang Fan's eyes, endless sword intent was brewing, as if to compare with Si Xingwen's sword intent.

Yang Fan's eyes were deep and shining, and his gaze towards Si Xingwen did not move half a minute.

"So strong sword intent."

Yang Fan sighed, and then, in the eyes of everyone's astonishment, the sword intent that was not defeated by the six-star long sword was born.

Due to the sudden eruption, the sudden sword intent immediately bounced the monk beside Yang Fan away, except for swimming.

Among the people present, except for Tianshan Tongmao, the true vitality in the body was running to resist. Only with their humble cultivation base, the effect is not obvious.

"This kid...so strong sword intent..."

Tianshan Tong Grandma looked at Yang Fan deeply, no one knew what was thinking in her heart.

"Ok?"

On the stage, at the moment when Yang Fan released his sword intent, Si Xingwen suddenly opened his eyes and cast his eyes on Yang Fan. Although the sword intent was not his own, through this long sword, he clearly felt that Yang Fan's sword intent was not weaker than the sword intent released by the long sword.

After a moment of loss of consciousness, Si Xingwen refocused his eyes on Shen Haokong.

"almost done!"

Si Xingwen said in his heart.

As the sword intent in the long sword continued to gush out, Si Xingwen squeezed a complicated handprint with one hand, and then everyone felt that strong sword intent was pouring into Si Xingwen at a terrifying speed.

"There is actually this kind of operation?"

In Yang Fan's shocked gaze, Si Xingwen's cultivation base was rising at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Half-step merging middle stage, merging middle stage initial stage, merging middle stage middle stage, merging middle stage advanced stage...

In the end, Si Xingwen's realm cultivation stopped at the late half-step fit.

This method of using the sword intent of other people to forcibly improve his own cultivation level is useless to Yang Fan, because the sword intent is his own.

Boom boom boom...

The lightning in the dark clouds in the sky became more and more active. Gradually, the lightning began to change from the original blue-violet lightning to black. The thunder flickered, covering the sky, and the sky seemed to be torn apart.

People who don't know may think that someone has done something angering and grieving, and the sky is going to drop the thunder penalty, but it will only cause it and not send it, and plan to observe it again.

"finished!"

At this moment, Si Xingwen has made a qualitative leap.

At this time, Yang Fan discovered that Si Xingwen's sword intent had clearly surpassed Yang Fan's own sword intent after converging into his own body.

This kind of gap, Yang Fan believes, mortals can't understand at all, it is very possible that this sword intent comes from the immortal.

"That's it!!!"

Yang Fan suddenly realized that because of the energy that reached the upper limit of the mortal world, Tiandao only noticed the abnormality on the ground, and only then would there be dark clouds in the sky and strange black thunder appearing.

"Shen Haokong, I'm ready!"

Si Xingwen was holding a long sword, and with a flick of his right hand, the long sword rang.

"It's going to start!"

"Look, Shen Haokong will eventually lose to Si Xingwen."

"..."

Seeing Si Xingwen's aggressiveness, Shen Haokong couldn't help taking a few steps back, and shook his hands. A pot-shaped magic weapon appeared in his hand.

At this time, it was Shen Haokong's magic weapon, named Qiankun Poison Silkworm Ding, a seven-star magic weapon.

"I'm going to go!"

Si Xingwen said, after a while with his feet on the ground, his figure floated in the sky, with a restrained breath, just like a mortal.

Yang Fan knew that this was a feng shui ridge where swordsmanship had reached a qualitative evolution.

Si Xingwen levitated three meters above the sky. He held his breath and stood in front of his chest with a sword in his right hand. He slowly moved the sword in a counterclockwise direction to draw a circle.

The cultivators with their backs to Si Xingwen didn't notice anything, but Shen Haokong, who greeted Si Xingwen in front of him, was sweaty. A voice in his heart told him to give up quickly, or he might die.

Shen Haokong saw that there were afterimages on the trajectory of Si Xingwen's long sword, and those afterimages disappeared very slowly, just like those produced by using PS software P, very strange.

Si Xingwen danced about two times, suddenly his eyes condensed, and his body was like lightning, and he slew towards Shen Haokong at swift speed. The place where the long sword was pointing was exactly on the neck of Shen Haokong.

Hh hhhh...

During the flight, Si Xing Culture became hundreds of figures, piercing Shen Haokong from all angles, and every Si Xingwen's spiritual sense locked him firmly.

"not good!!!"

Shen Haokong's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly moved the Universe Poisonous Silkworm Ding.

In the blink of an eye, the Universe Poison Silkworm Ding shone brightly, and then a large cloud of green mist surrounded Shen Haokong.

Si Xingwen's speed was very fast, nearly 300 clones broke into the green mist alone.

Just listen to the corrosive sound of Chi Chi Chi, those Si Xingwen clones, after entering the green mist, are like ice cubes thrown into the fire, shrinking rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a black particle. Finally, it turns into a part of the green mist, providing the source of power for the Qiankun Poisonous Silkworm Ding.

In just less than ten breaths, Si Xingwen had nearly swallowed more than 300 clones, leaving only three including his deity.

"Hahaha..."

Shen Haokong's laughter came from the center of the green mist, and the laughter unreservedly revealed Shen Haokong's ridicule, ridicule, and contempt for Si Xingwen.

But suddenly, just when Shen Haokong thought that Si Xingwen would temporarily retreat because he could not bear the poisonous mist, a figure whose body was shrouded by Heaven-shaking Sword Yi broke through the green mist and came to Shen Haokong.

In the hands of the figure, holding a long sword, with a shocking power, stab Shen Haokong fiercely.

Shen Haokong's face was pale, and it was too late to use the Universe Poison Silkworm Ding at this moment.

"My life is over!"

This is the only sentence that Shen Haokong can think of at this time.