Chapter 1993: Unknown result

"Heavenly Thunderwood! Mahayana Sword Intention!"

"There are such beings among you humans!"

In the barrier light curtain, the demon cloud surged wildly, and the Great Saint Demon stared at the eighty-one thunder giant swords and roared wildly.

"But do you think you can defeat me like this? With your peak fusion cultivation, you should be the strongest person in the Human Emperor Realm now, right? After I kill you, who can stop me?"

The Great Saint Demon raised his head and laughed wildly, and a white bone knife suddenly appeared in his hand.

This bone knife looked somewhat similar to the magic weapon of the mysterious man who had fought with Ye Chunyang before, but it was obvious that the power of the mysterious man was not even one-tenth of that of the Great Saint Demon.

He waved the bone knife, and the demon mist suddenly surged up, with a scene of wind and thunder.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

A series of violent muffled sounds came out, the demon cloud rolled violently, and the bone knife suddenly surged, turning into a towering giant blade, slashing at the eighty-one flying swords.

All the cultivators defending outside the barrier instantly felt a surge of demonic intent, and their respective mana was suppressed.

Many people were horrified. Even though they were separated by the barrier, the will that burst out from the bone knife still made them feel terrified. They dared not imagine what a terrifying scene it would be if they faced the other party directly.

"I didn't expect that this demon was sealed for 60,000 years, but its magical power was still so powerful. I don't know if Senior Brother Zheng can deal with it alone?" Taixuan Zhenren murmured to himself.

Zheng Dianfeng was the first cultivator in the Human Emperor Realm, but this demon was a Mahayana cultivator 60,000 years ago. Although Zheng Dianfeng was strong, he was only in the late stage of fusion, and there was still a huge gap between him and the Mahayana cultivator. Taixuan Zhenren couldn't help but worry.

"The power of heavenly thunder is the nemesis of evil cultivators of the demon path. Under this thunder power, their demonic energy will be reduced a lot, not to mention that this demon has been sealed for so long, and its cultivation has long been much worse than before. I don't know where that madman found these flying swords from, I think he can deal with it." Wuhuazi said.

He was no longer relaxed as before, and his eyes looking at the barrier became more serious.

Taixuan Zhenren also felt strange in his heart. Zheng Dianfeng didn't often appear in Tianjue Palace, but Taixuan Zhenren knew him very well. Apart from the thirteen peak swords, he had not cultivated other sword essences.

Moreover, Taixuan Zhenren had never heard of the appearance of Tiancheng Leimu in the Human Emperor Realm.

Just as everyone was speculating, several loud noises suddenly came from the barrier, and the entire barrier trembled wildly. The bone knife in the hand of the Great Saint Demon chopped out repeatedly, and the terrifying demonic energy rushed straight to the sky.

Under the impact of the demonic intent, the eighty-one flying swords filled with lightning actually had a tendency to be suppressed and were swallowed up in an instant.

Taixuan Zhenren and Wuhuazi and others looked at each other.

Could it be that even these eighty-one flying swords that were integrated with the Mahayana sword intent could not suppress this demon?

"Daoyou Taixuan, it seems that we have to be ready to take action at any time." Wuhuazi said with a gloomy face.

Taixuan Zhenren frowned slightly.

After a moment, he nodded silently.

The current situation is not optimistic. They are guarding here to prevent any accidents from happening in the barrier.

If Zheng Dianfeng cannot defeat the Great Saint Demon in the end, they can only try to enter the barrier to help.

I think that with the combined strength of the three people, even if they cannot kill this demon, they can barely compete with it.

Hundreds of miles away in the void, seeing the flying sword being suppressed by the magic power of the Great Saint Demon in an instant, Ye Chunyang's expression suddenly changed.

The eighty-one swords of death are connected to his life, and he can get the feedback of the sword formation in the first time. Although the sword formation is controlled by Zheng Dianfeng at this time, the cultivation of the Great Saint Demon is so terrible that even the Mahayana intention in the sword formation is suppressed by it.

"You are just in the fusion realm, and you want to compete with me. You are simply overestimating your own strength!"

The Great Saint Demon laughed wildly after suppressing the sword formation with one blow, and the bone knife slashed across the sky again!

The sound of "sizzling" rose!

The terrifying monster spread all around, the bone blade stretched for dozens of miles, the surrounding mountains were shattered, and it pressed Zheng Dianfeng.

"Are you happy too early?" Facing the terrifying attack of the Great Saint Demon, Zheng Dianfeng did not show any panic, but seemed calm and composed.

The Great Saint Demon was sarcastic when he heard it, but before he could think deeply, his eyes suddenly condensed.

Zheng Dianfeng smiled and raised his hand to gently draw a line in front of his eyes.

"Puff".

A flash of spiritual light flashed, and Zheng Dianfeng's eyes were filled with blood mist, and the blood was integrated into Ye Chunyang's eighty-one flying swords.

The next moment, the sword formation seemed to be injected with some kind of huge will, the sword energy suddenly surged, and the lightning burst out again, soaring straight up to the ninth heaven.

"Buzz!" "Buzz!"

A deafening roar sounded, and under the urging of Zheng Dianfeng, the eighty-one flying swords shone to the extreme, all tearing through the magic mist and rushing into the sky, and the sharpness was several times better than before!

"You actually sacrificed your blood to the sword!"

The Great Saint Demon was shocked!

After breaking through the magic fog, the eighty-one flying swords instantly shattered his bone blades and enveloped his body. Under the sudden increase of the power of the sky thunder, the magic fog around him was swept away.

"This is not your flying sword. If you forcibly sacrifice your blood to the sword, it will hurt your true essence and you will not be able to recover for hundreds of years. You are willing to pay this price!" The Great Saint Demon roared madly.

"What is the small price I paid to seal you?" Zheng Dianfeng laughed.

The blood in his eyes was still spreading, gathering into magic power and continuously injecting into Ye Chunyang's sword formation, and the sky thunder on the sword body also turned scarlet.

"Madman!"

"You are a madman!"

The Great Saint Demon roared, and the demon statue violently attacked in the barrier, as if to escape from here.

Blessed by Zheng Dianfeng's life blood, the sword energy on the eighty-one flying swords suppressed his demon energy even more, and he could not use his magical powers.

"You can't get away."

Zheng Dianfeng smiled and clenched his hand. The Mahayana sword intent in Ye Chunyang's flying sword burst out again, and suddenly pierced through the body of the Great Saint Demon.

"No!" The Great Saint Demon looked ferocious, and roared to the sky: "I am the Great Saint Demon, how can you kill me! I am unwilling!"

"You want to kill me, then perish with me!"

With a "boom", the demon statue exploded instantly, turned into a phantom and flew around, and a huge demon intent suddenly enveloped Zheng Dianfeng.

Zheng Dianfeng retreated, and before he could take any precautions, he was suddenly caught in a magic mist. Then the void around him exploded, and a powerful storm enveloped him and the magic mist.

The world suddenly became quiet. The golem, Zheng Dianfeng, and the old turtle all disappeared, leaving only the violent traces after the fierce battle.

Outside the barrier, the monks of various sects were shocked. Taixuan Zhenren, Wuhuazi, and Fairy Jingchen took a step forward, wanting to see the scene inside, but they could not enter under the barrier.

"Did the Great Saint Demon... fall?"

Everyone was shocked.

This sudden turn of events was beyond everyone's expectations. No one expected that Zheng Dianfeng would disappear with the Great Saint Demon. Now the outcome of this battle has become a suspense in everyone's mind.

Taixuan Zhenren closed his eyes slightly to sense it, and after a moment, he said with a look: "Senior Brother Zheng's soul mark has not disappeared."

When everyone in Tianjue Palace heard this, their expressions relaxed.

Since Zheng Dianfeng's soul mark is still there, it proves that he is still alive.

Zheng Dianfeng is the number one cultivator in the Human Emperor Realm, at the peak of the fusion realm. If he dies, it will be a huge loss to the Human Emperor Realm. If another demon master of the level of the Great Saint Demon appears in the future, I am afraid that no one can compete with him.

At this moment, a pleasant sound came from the barrier.

Eighty-one sword beams shone brightly, flashing out from somewhere in the void, and then flew out of the sky on their own.

Taixuan Zhenren raised his eyebrows and wanted to sense the direction of the eighty-one flying swords, but after the flying swords flashed, they disappeared in an instant, and the thunder power and Mahayana sword intent on them also disappeared suddenly.

Wuhuazi, Jingchen Fairy and others were also stunned.

With their cultivation, they could not see the origin of these eighty-one flying swords, and the Mahayana sword intent in them made them feel a tremor in their hearts.

"Palace Master, what should we do now?" An elder beside Taixuan Zhenren asked.

Taixuan Zhenren looked at the direction where the flying sword disappeared, frowning slightly.

After a moment, he turned slightly and said, "Let's go back to the sect first."

After saying that, Taixuan Zhenren raised his hand and waved, and the power of the void enveloped everyone, and disappeared in an instant.

"Master?"

On the Lingxiao Realm side, Mo Yao stepped forward with a flickering look in his eyes.

Wuhuazi raised his hand to stop Mo Yao from saying, "If you have anything, go back to Lingxiao Realm and talk about it."

Mo Yao nodded and stood respectfully aside.

Then the Lingxiao Realm group also disappeared in a flash of light.

"Let's go!"

Fairy Jingchen did not stay for long, and directly led Guan Ruoruo and her disciples away.

Then, the monks of various sects also evacuated this place one after another, and soon after, the barrier covering the mountains gradually disappeared, and the previous tranquility was restored.

At the same time, in the void of hundreds of miles, Ye Chunyang looked at the eighty-one flying swords floating in front of him, his eyes flickering slightly.

At this time, the aura of the sword formation changed a little. Zheng Dianfeng sacrificed his own life essence and blood to the sword. Not only did it not shake the origin of the sword, but it helped Ye Chunyang to re-stimulate the sword intent and make it more pure.

This is probably because Zheng Dianfeng has a deep cultivation.

Ye Chunyang didn't know whether Zheng Dianfeng did this intentionally or had to do it, but no matter what the reason, after he borrowed the Great Thousand Sword Formation, it actually brought benefits to Ye Chunyang.

He looked at the direction of the Lingyin Cave from a distance, and finally sighed lightly, retracted the eighty-one flying swords into his body, and turned away silently.

This scene today touched him deeply.

Zheng Dianfeng's cultivation reached the peak of the fusion, but he did not hesitate to sacrifice his own true essence to fight against the Great Accomplishment Saint Demon. This righteousness made Ye Chunyang admire him.

Not everyone can give up their Taoism to protect others. Zheng Dianfeng's move is worthy of the first cultivator in the Human Emperor Realm.