Under the Shura Black Lotus, Yuan Qianshan's face was strong, and sweat as big as beans continued to flow out from his forehead.

He could truly feel the power of the sword rain above his head.

The power of these sword rains at this time is even more powerful than the power shown by Yuwen Guxue before!

Yuan Qianshan couldn't help but feel shocked.

You know, Mo Cangkong's cultivation has been mostly lost compared to before, and his vitality has been greatly damaged.

But even so, he was able to exert the power of the Iron Rain Sword Formation to such a powerful level, which is simply incredible!

Just imagine, if Mo Cangqiong now has the same cultivation level as before, then to what extent will the Iron Rain Sword Formation be exerted?

It's simply unimaginable!

The best in the world!

This former number one in the world is indeed so powerful that it is beyond imagination!

No wonder, even a powerful organization like the Holy Temple was willing to compromise and reach an agreement with him!

At this time, under the bombardment of the sword rain in the sky, Yuan Qianshan felt that his entire person's ability to withstand pressure had reached its limit.

But he didn't expect that this was just the beginning!

Faced with Yuan Qianshan's strong support, Mo Cangqiong couldn't help but sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then, his face froze and he shouted angrily.

"die!!"

A word of death blurt.

"Boom!"

The thunder exploded.

A larger and more ferocious sword rain poured down again on the Asura black lotus.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!"

There was a quiet between heaven and earth, with only these loud noises, like heaven and earth beating drums, exploding wildly.

At this moment, Yuan Qianshan felt that his entire soul, through the Shura Black Lotus, seemed to be about to be torn apart.
Chapter completed!