Chapter 441: Six Sword Slaves Fight Against the Celestial Beings Again

Zhengang's body was as fast as lightning, holding the "Zhengang" sword in his hand. The sword light cut through the night sky like a silk thread and went straight for Qingxuan.

His swordsmanship was extremely powerful, and every move contained destructive power, as if it could tear Qingxuan apart in an instant.

Qingxuan's figure was light and graceful, with her green clothes fluttering in the wind, like a green bamboo in the wind. She easily avoided Zhen Gang's fierce attack.

He raised his hands slightly, and his internal force surged, transforming into circles of green ripples that spread in all directions, colliding with Zhengang's sword energy, making bursts of crisp metallic sounds, sparks flying, and illuminating the world.

"Humph, you think you can trap me, Qingxuan, with just a sword formation?"

Qingxuan snorted coldly, turned around, and his green shirt fluttered like rippling green waves.

He waved his hands, and his internal energy turned into pieces of emerald green bamboo leaves, which intertwined into an intricate net in the air, attempting to break up the sword formation of the Six Sword Slaves.

However, are the Six Sword Slaves easy to deal with?
Although Duanshui is already in his twilight years, his hearing has reached perfection. With his eyes blindfolded, he can see everything in the world in his mind.

He held the "Broken Water" sword in his hand, and the sword light was as light as a thread, lightly shuttling between Qingxuan's bamboo leaves. Every time he swung the sword, the bamboo leaves of Qingxuan trembled.

"Humph, a farmer, nothing more than that!"

The God of Chaos snorted coldly, his whole body exuding evil energy, bloodthirsty and cruel.

Holding the "Luanshen" sword, the sword light was like lightning, and he slashed towards Qingxuan with the power to destroy everything. His sword skills were light and fast, and every move and every style contained endless murderous intent and cruelty.

Wuliang has a light body like a flying swallow, holding two swords "Wang" and "Liang". His sword skills are light and fast, and every time he swings the sword, there is a green sword light.

He turned his body, and his two swords stabbed towards Qingxuan like lightning. The sword skills in his hands were unpredictable, and every move and every style contained endless murderous intent.

Qingxuan turned around, his green shirt fluttering, and with a wave of his hands, his inner strength transformed into pieces of emerald green bamboo leaves, which intertwined in the air to form a green barrier, trying to block the two swords of the monster.

However, the two swords of the ghost seemed to have life, and they flexibly shuttled between the bamboo leaves, approaching Qingxuan again and again.

The twin sisters Zhuanpo and Miehun have graceful figures, just like fairies.

They held the "Soul-Turning" and "Soul-Destroying" swords in their hands, and the two swords were as fast as lightning as they stabbed towards Qingxuan.

Qingxuan's green shirt rustled, and his inner strength turned into a green whirlwind, heading towards the twin swords of Zhuanpo and Mihun.

The whirlwind seemed to have life, shuttling flexibly between the sword lights, colliding with the sword energy of the two swords, making a deafening roar.

The six sword slaves each displayed their unique skills, either sword light like a dragon, or sword energy like silk, interweaving into an impenetrable sword net, trying to trap Qingxuan in it.

Their inner strength surged, and every swing of the sword made the sword net more solid.

The sword net seemed to have life, approaching Qingxuan with the power to destroy everything.

At the same time, the assassins of the Luowang organization, led by the first-class assassin Yanri, were like a group of Netherworld wolves, fighting with the remaining masters and the people they brought with them.

Yanri, the first of the Eight Swords of King Yue, has a blood-red sword aura on the sword body, just like a touch of residual red under the setting sun, which is both beautiful and carries endless murderous intent.

"When Yin flourishes, Yang perishes!"

Yanri let out a low roar and shuttled through the crowd. His sword skills were sharp and invincible. Every time he swung his sword, it was accompanied by a sharp sword whistle, as if he wanted to split the world in two.

Although all the people Qingxuan brought with him were considered experts in the martial arts world.

But under Yanri's sword, he was like a lamb to be slaughtered, unable to fight back.

"How dare you, a mere weed, become an enemy of Luowang?"

Yanri snorted coldly, his tone revealing a kind of domineering attitude that looked down on the world.

He turned around, and the sword flashed like lightning, instantly killing several masters. However, at this moment, a master master in a green shirt blocked Yanri's way.

His name is Liu Qingyun. He created his own set of "Qingliu Sword Technique". His internal strength is profound and his color is emerald green, just like the tender leaves of spring, full of vitality.

"The net covers the sun, you have killed too many people, I, Liu Qingyun, will come to meet you!"

Liu Qingyun held a long sword in his hand, and his emerald green internal energy surged, transforming into circles of green ripples, rushing towards Yanri.

Seeing this, Yanri curled up his lips into a sneer.

The Sun-Covering Sword in his hand shone with blood-red light as it collided with Liu Qingyun's long sword, making a series of crisp metallic sounds.

The inner strength of the two men interacted with each other, like rushing rivers, forming spectacular scenes.

Yanri sneered, turned around, and stabbed at Liu Qingyun with his sword as fast as lightning, saying contemptuously: "Humph, Qingliu Swift Sword? Nothing more than that!"

Just as the two were fighting fiercely, swords flashing, and internal forces surging, Yanri suddenly felt a sudden gust of wind from the flank, and two sharp sword energies broke through the air.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and caught a glimpse of two master-level experts standing beside him. Seeing that Liu Qingyun was gradually showing signs of defeat, they actually wanted to take the opportunity to join forces to attack him.

Yanri's heart moved. If he was surrounded by three people, it would be a bit troublesome even if he was at the peak of the Grandmaster level.

After all, those who can come here are not rookies among the masters.

Even Liu Qingyun, who was being hammered by Yanri in front of him, was a good master in the middle stage.

With this thought in mind, he decided to take the initiative and kill one person first with lightning speed to break the encirclement.

As soon as he thought of this, Yanri's internal force surged violently, like a river bursting its banks, unstoppable.

His body shape suddenly changed, like a wolf from the underworld, and he pounced towards Liu Qingyun. The sword light was as red as blood, carrying a destructive force, and went straight to Liu Qingyun's heart.

Liu Qingyun was shocked when he saw this. Although he tried his best to resist, Yanri was already giving it his all at this moment. The sword flashed like lightning and was unstoppable.

With a "puff" sound, Liu Qingyun's sword was cut off by the Yanri Sword. The blood-red sword energy passed through his body. Liu Qingyun paused and blood spurted out of his mouth.

Yanri took advantage of the situation and turned around, with his sword flashing like blood, he went straight for the two masters who wanted to attack him.

At this moment, his swordsmanship was extremely sharp. Every move and every style contained destructive power, as if he wanted to devour all enemies in the blood-red sword energy.

The two masters were horrified when they saw this. Although they wanted to join forces to besiege Yanri, they couldn't help but feel timid when facing Yanri's violent attack.

They hurriedly mobilized their internal energy to resist, but Yanri's swordsmanship was like a violent storm, leaving them unable to defend themselves.

For a moment, the battlefield was filled with sword energy and blood.

Yanri fought against three masters alone. The blood-red sword energy was like a touch of red under the setting sun, which was beautiful but also carried endless murderous intent, making people feel cold.

The killer named Black Widow below has a graceful figure, like a ghost in the night.

Relying on the ruthless silk formation that had been set up long ago, he was able to hold back a master-level expert.

The thread was as thin as an ox hair, yet extremely tough.

She turned her body and stabbed at a master with the thread as fast as lightning.

The thread seemed to have life, moving flexibly through the air with the power to tear everything apart.

Upon seeing this, the master frowned slightly, waved his hands, and his internal energy surged, transforming into circles of golden ripples, heading towards the net of silk threads.

(End of this chapter)