Chapter 1270 Ancient Desolation Demon God

The strength of the sword shadow clone is not much different from that of Song Jian, but in the face of the female clone with only 25% strength, he was beaten helplessly. Although the opponent has a large number of clones, it also shows that Song Jian and The opponent's strength gap.

The sword energy in Song Jian's body poured into the Potianjian in an instant, and the six hundred spiritual swords almost filled the entire hall. There were so many spiritual swords burning with dark red flames, even this woman who claimed to be a god , There was also a cautious look on his face.

"It's a damned swordsman again!" The woman cursed in a low voice, and her figure suddenly shook like a wave of water. The image of the golden helmet and armor changed drastically, but when the figure stabilized, the position of the woman's ribs and shoulder blades changed drastically. , suddenly a few more arms appeared, and each arm held a different weapon, facing the overwhelming spirit swords attacking him with awe-inspiring expression.

boom!

Song Jian was distracted for a while, and the sword shadow clone lost contact with him. In just ten seconds, the phantom clone of the other party wiped out Song Jian's hard clone, which made Song Jian's heart sink.

clang clang clang~

There was a clear sound of metal collisions, and the woman's eight arms were wielding eight different weapons at the same time, covering her body tightly, only a series of rapid weapon collisions sounded.

There are three phantom clones of the woman left. After killing Song Jian's sword shadow clone, maybe because she lost her target, or maybe because the skill time is up, these three phantom clones slowly disappeared, leaving the sword Qi value on the side already gone. Song Jian, who was empty, heaved a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a spirit sword was blown away by the woman and flew towards the statue behind the pool of reincarnation. The woman suddenly changed her face and flew towards the spirit sword. The sword slowly fell in front of the statue after it was chopped into pieces.

Song Jian's eyes lit up, the woman's strength is strong, far surpassing the boss of the commanding level, even if she fights with hundreds of spirit swords, she will not lose the wind in the slightest.

Moreover, she seemed to be very good at formations, and she was able to rely on Mingrui's intuition to knock out the spirit sword that was about to evolve into the Karma Red Lotus Sword Formation several times, interrupting the evolution.

Song Jian had only seen such a situation once in the elder Chuan Gong of Yu Jianzong.

Song Jian glanced at the woman, then turned to the statue behind her.

"She seems to care about that statue?" Song Jian thought to himself.

With a thought, Song Jian controlled more than ten spirit swords and slashed towards the statue. When he noticed that the spirit sword was abnormal, the woman gave Song Jian a hard look and cursed in a low voice: "Despicable!"

After finishing speaking, he still jumped to intercept all the more than ten spirit swords.

Seeing this, Song Jian burst into laughter, controlled the spirit sword flying all over the sky, and slashed towards the statue.

The statue is a dead thing, no matter how strong the woman is, it is impossible to protect the stone statue completely under the attack of hundreds of spirit swords.

Boom, boom, boom~

The spirit sword kept chopping on the statue. What surprised Song Jian was that the statue was made of unknown material, but it turned out to be extremely hard. With the damage of the spirit sword, ordinary steel can be easily chopped into pieces, but when it is cut on the statue On the ground, it can only leave a shallow white mark on the statue, and the red lotus fire has no effect on the statue.

Seeing that Song Jian's target was shifted to the statue, the woman secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but she still looked anxious on the surface, desperately blocking the sky-filled spirit sword, even if she was injured by the spirit sword, she would not Ken let the spirit sword strike the statue.

After more than ten seconds, countless spirit swords surrounded the woman, but they still could not form a sword formation. Song Jian frowned, snorted coldly, directly controlled the spirit sword, and forcibly condensed the fire red lotus sword formation.

In the past, Song Jian performed Wanjianjue, relying on the sword spirit of Potianjian to control the spirit sword and evolve the sword array, but since entering Yujianzong, especially after a sparring with the elders of Yujianzong, Song Jian began to slow down. Slowly control the spirit sword, and directly condense the spirit sword into the formation to kill the enemy.

With Song Jian's strength, except for the fact that the sword qi stone tower is a little bit reluctant to condense, other formations have been used proficiently, and the most basic karma red lotus sword formation is naturally no problem.

With a thought, the karmic flames on the surface of countless spiritual swords swelled fiercely, as if there was an invisible big hand controlling them, all the spiritual swords gathered towards the woman.

The woman was startled, and her eight arms became more and more agile, trying to break the connection between the spirit swords, but this time the speed of the spirit swords was more than doubled, and soon, one after another, the spirit swords began to evolve. Pieces of lotus leaves burning with flames gathered together.

boom!

Countless lotus leaves moved towards the woman one by one, surrounding her layer by layer. Countless sword qi criss-crossed in the red lotus sword qi. The sword qi was invisible and qualitative. Even if the woman had ten more arms, there was nothing she could do. withstand.

Song Jian saw that thousands of points of damage floated up from the red lotus sword formation one by one;

"Do you think you can trap me like this?" In the sword formation, the woman's voice came out, and the originally charming voice gradually became neutral.

boom!

A fist mark appeared on the surface of the red lotus sword array, and Song Jian frowned slightly. He could clearly feel that after the appearance of this fist mark, the lotus leaves transformed into more than ten spiritual swords had lost contact with him.

bang bang bang~

The woman who was feared by the sword array unexpectedly swung dozens of punches in an instant, each punch made a deep fist mark on the surface of the sword array, and hundreds of spirit swords were swung away by her.

Fist the world!

A deep roar erupted from the sword array, and Song Jian suddenly felt that the spirit swords that formed the sword array were attacked by a strong wind and rain, and fifty or sixty spirit swords lost contact with him in an instant. .

Song Jian's heart sank. Although the evolution of the Red Lotus Sword Formation was completed, if more than one-third of the spirit swords that make up the sword formation were destroyed, the sword formation would be threatened with collapse. Now the number of spirit swords destroyed by the opponent has already Almost two hundred handles.

"We must speed up the evolution of the sword array!" Song Jian thought to himself: "With her recovery ability, the Karmic Fire Red Lotus Sword may not have much effect on her, so just evolve the palm print of sword energy directly!"

Just when Song Jian was about to change the formation, there was a sudden roar in the sword formation, and a huge fist mark with a diameter of more than five meters was highlighted on the surface of the fire red lotus.

In an instant, hundreds of spirit swords lost contact with Song Jian, and collapsed directly. After a moment of stalemate, the Karmic Fire Red Lotus, which was originally wrapped in the fist print, was directly punched by the fist print into a big hole with a diameter of five or six meters. Immediately afterwards, the eight arms grabbed both sides of the hole and ruthlessly tore it apart.

There was a loud bang, and the Yehuo Red Lotus Sword Formation was torn apart by the opponent's bare hands. At this time, a huge figure over three meters tall appeared in front of Song Jian. Each of his eight arms was like Standing behind him like a pillar of optimism, each weapon, shining with precious light, slowly rotated around his body.

At this time, the other party showed his real face!

"Ancient Desolation Demon God!" Song Jian narrowed his eyes and whispered.

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