There are not many cracks in the world here, so the Sky-Slaying Sword is not suitable, and it is also huddled in mid-air, breaking the ground.

The gray-haired old man had just killed and devoured more than 200 disciples of the Demon Sect, and the spirit-slaughtering style is the most suitable.

Just as the vortex began to operate, the soul aura that had just been killed by the old man and had not yet dissipated was gathered towards Qin City in all directions.

The sword is shining with lust and blood is shining.

With Qin Cheng shouting loudly, the sword light fell and directly hit the vine.

Boom!

Everyone looked at the vine.

However, what made everyone look ugly was that Qin Cheng slashed down with a sword, and although the black vine was shaken, the breath was scattered.

But the vines did not shatter, and after a moment, they condensed again and came towards Qincheng.

"I just have a sword technique, and I want to destroy me, die!"

The gray-haired old man was also shocked when he waved his sword in Qincheng. After all, Qincheng's sword technique was strange and could absorb the breath of a monk like himself.

However, it seems that the number of soul auras of more than 300 cultivators is still too small.

Let Qin Cheng not break through his own prison with this sword.

This made him relax and smiled coldly.

"The sword energy is not strong enough."

Qin Cheng frowned and put away his bronze sword.

The soul aura of the three hundred demon cultivators has been exhausted, so it would be meaningless to use the three sword techniques.

"Qincheng, the method of this demon cultivator may be a fifth-grade magic skill. It is too difficult to crush it. You have to hold on to the vines first and not allow them to continue to oppress them." Fu Mo said.

"You're right, I have to do two-pronged approach."

Qin Cheng nodded, and a huge figure suddenly appeared in the void behind him.

The phantom is tall and strong, like a giant with infinite strength, extremely majestic.

But his face was blurry, making people unable to see his appearance.

It is the perfect Qin King body, the ancestor of the Qin King who summoned it.

After the phantom appeared, he immediately held the sky with both hands and stepped on the void below.

It was like a giant raising a mountain, completely holding the vine prison.

With the sound of cracking, the vines wanted to continue to oppress, while the power of the ancestors of the Qin King was in a desperate battle.

"The bronze sword is not sharp enough, but since the sword light can destroy the vines, it proves that this thing is not invincible."

He handed over all the things that supported the vines to the ancestor phantom. Qin Cheng flipped his palm and put away the bronze sword while taking out a very restrained long sword.

The shape of the knife is extremely simple, like an ordinary simple knife, but after taking it out, there is a sharp aura that soars straight into the sky.

Even in the air, the rich cloud of disaster was briefly torn apart by the shock of the sword energy.

It is Yueyang Knife.

The immortal sword has the spirit of a king and the calmness and demeanor of an immortal cultivator.

But the master of the Immortal Sword is killing, with sharp and solemn light far superior to the Immortal Sword.

Taking out the long sword, Qin Cheng slashed directly at the vines that were attacking around.

The talisman said that the gray-haired old man might have used the fifth-grade magic skill, so let’s look at his fifth-grade immortal weapon, which is stronger and weaker.

The sharp blade fell, and the Yueyang sword was worthy of being a fifth-grade immortal weapon. These extremely difficult vines were cut off in an instant.

The sword shines, and the vines fall.

Qin Cheng didn't know any sword-like magic, so he grabbed the Yueyang sword and flew directly to the edge of the vine cage. The Yueyang sword flew over and the light of spirit kept bombarding the woven cage.

"This bastard boy, there is a fifth-grade immortal weapon coming out."

The gray-haired old man was also anxious.


Chapter completed!