Countless people thought why Zuoyan was about to lose, and even Zhang Ling and the others thought so. They never thought that He Zuoyan's aura increased again, and his eyes flashed with bright divine light, giving people a sense of sharpness that was hard to look directly at.

Wang Zhenlong frowned slightly. He knew that there was something strange about this person, but he couldn't say anything strange about it.

The next moment, amid He Zuyan's strange laughter, the sword force, which was a hundred times stronger than before, turned into a long rainbow and shot straight towards Fang Chen.

In the eyes of everyone, He Zuyan was still the previous He Zuyan, but his aura was much stronger than before.

In Fang Chen's eyes, a monk with a lion-headed body slashed his sword.

"This sword... stop talking about it. As a distracted person, I feel creepy."

"I didn't expect that Lingkong Sword Sect has such a genius, why have you never heard of it before?"

Everyone was shocked.

Wang Zhenlong's expression tightened, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, and he resisted the urge to intervene in the battle.

If he chooses to take action, the road to asking for swords will be interrupted, and all the efforts he has made before will be spared.

He was very sure that the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator in front of him was strange. It was impossible for him to burst out such a majestic aura just by his Nascent Soul.

He even saw the skin on He Zuyan's body bleeding outward. This sign shows that his body is already overloaded and extremely powerful power is surging in his body!

"Win!"

The sword cultivator of Lingkong Sword Sect’s eyes shone.

They didn't believe it, and the other party could even block such a sword!

At this moment, only a few people knew that what Fang Chen was facing was not He Zuyan at all, but an incense master with at least the third level of cultivation.

In the distance, two figures stood.

One is Zuo Xu and the other is a monk with a lion-headed human body.

The latter stood with his hands behind his back and chuckled faintly: "My soul is enough to kill him on the spot, but... Mr. Zuo Xu, if he dies, I'm afraid that the one in the Huangyuan will not give up. Even the one in the San Thousand Doors will react. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"What's the point of that person in the Wilderness Courtyard? As for the anomalies of the Three Thousand Sects, haha... there is more than one of them here? In the eyes of ordinary people, they may be able to understand the magic, but in the eyes of my Holy Immortal City, it's just ordinary."

Zuo Xu smiled lightly and said, "Today, I will thank the Golden Lion Immortal Lord first. I will say a few good words to you in front of my father. If it can be accomplished, your future believers will increase a hundred times. The day to become a scattered immortal is just around the corner."

"Then I would like to thank Mr. Zuo Xu."

The Golden Lion Immortal smiled slightly.

Sudden.

He frowned unconsciously. In his eyes, Fang Chen did not react at all when facing such a vast sword force. Instead, the aura on his body was gradually turning into mortals, gradually becoming like an ordinary mortal.

Not only did he notice this, Zuo Xu, who had been paying attention to Fang Chen, also noticed it.

"This is……"

Zuo Xu frowned and said, "Some special magic?"

"The same is true for his previous sword, which has a meaning of returning to nature, but..."

The Golden Lion Immortal brows stretched out and chuckled faintly: "However, no matter how you return to nature, there is never a chance to fight back in the face of absolute power."

Seeing that Fang Chen was about to be overwhelmed by the surging sword force, when these sword force touched Fang Chen three feet, they were like they hit an invisible wall and were eliminated by hedging.

"Um?"

The Golden Lion Immortal Lord let out a light eh.

The monks nearby were also stunned.

The invisible wall was still expanding, and Fang Chen slowly walked towards He Zuyan. Every step he took, He Zuyan's sword shrank by about a ft.

Before he knew it, He Zuyan, who was still arrogant just now, became exactly the same as Fang Chen, without any spiritual energy on his body, just like an ordinary person.

The immortal spirit in the world is everywhere. At this moment, there is nothing to say, like Fang Chen, that they all turn into ordinary things.

He Zuyan's expression gradually returned to normal, and a hint of astonishment flashed in his eyes:

"I'm..."

He had just lost a memory, and only remembered that he was injured in his chest by Fang Chen's sword.

"Fellow Daoist He, please look down."

Fang Chen smiled faintly.

He Zuyan looked down and saw a sword wound on his chest, his expression even more confused.

"This hurt..."

"It was the sword wound, did you forget it? You are dead."

Fang Chen Dao.

"I'm dead?"

He Zuyan couldn't believe it and muttered to himself, but the dead aura on his face condensed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few breaths, he went from the initial shock to the confusion in the middle, and then to the suddenness behind.

"turn out to be……"

He looked at Fang Chen, and as soon as he spit out two words, he fell to the ground with a bang, no longer alive.

Seeing that He Zuyan died inexplicably, the monks around him looked at each other and thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

He Zuyan, who was obviously arrogant, could even make the monks in the dispersal stage tremble, why did he die inexplicably in a blink of an eye?

Someone's eyes fell on He Zuyan's chest. Could it be that this small sword was injured?

The Lingkong Sword Sect seemed very quiet, and Lu Ping had no expression on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wang Zhenlong was also very quiet at this moment, looking at He Zuyan's body without saying a word.

The female sword cultivator looked ashen. Although she had the pill given by Zuo Xu, she was still defeated.

It would be fine if he was defeated clearly, but now He Zuyan is dead and confused.

The first sword injury clearly did not hurt him, so why did he die?

Just because of Fang Chen's words, you are dead?

In the void in the distance, the Golden Lion Immortal Lord looked solemn: "There is a special force that suppressed my soul."

"Will there be a disciple of the sect secretly attacking behind their backs?"

Zuo Xu said in a deep voice.

The Golden Lion Immortal Lord was silent for a few breaths and shook his head gently: "I don't know. If there was really a sect ancestor present, I wouldn't know where he was, and what means he used to interfere in this battle."

After a pause, the Golden Lion Immortal Lord said, "Since I have agreed to Mr. Zuo Xu, I will find another opportunity to take action. There are many places he will go next. I want to see if he can block my true spirit next time."

Zuo Xu nodded slightly, not expressing his anger.

This time, the Golden Lion Immortal Lord only used a soul, and the next time, if the true spirit takes action, it will be a decisive kill for Fang Chen and he will never be able to escape.

In the invisible void between the two, Fang Chen was looking at them up close.

After working on it for a long time, it turned out that it was the Immortal King of Incense and the Immortal Lord of the Golden Lion who had some connection with him.

After leaving the ruins of Vaid, he killed a disciple of the Golden Lion Immortal Lord. He never thought that he would see the true body of the incense Taoist Immortal King with his own eyes today.

After thinking about it, his soul returned to his mind, and then he stomped his feet gently:

"Sunday traveler, Shilong."

Everyone didn't know what Fang Chen was doing, and thought he was sarcastic about Lingkong Sword Sect in some way.

No one noticed that an old man appeared inexplicably among the crowd, looking at the world in front of him with nostalgic eyes.

"I haven't been here for a long time."

Shilong murmured to himself.
Chapter completed!