Myriad Swords Return to the Origin was mainly divided into external and internal.
The physical style refers to swordsmanship, which is divided into the original martial arts, and Zong Yuan's contribution is long.
Myriad Returning Swords was an extremely high level of swordsmanship. Once it was used, it would be like a servant meeting its master. It was as if he was worshipping a god. As soon as the sword move was executed, an incomparably sharp sword force was born from his body. His body turned into a green smoke, and the force spread in all directions.
Countless sharp swords flew like a storm. The swords danced in the sky like a net, incomparably sharp, and it was a spectacular sight.
Earlier, Ying Chen had only used a small knife to test his strength. If he had used his full strength, the scene would have been even more terrifying. As expected of Nameless's strongest sword technique, its might was astonishing.
Turning his finger into a sword and then using the Myriad Swords to the Origin. It had to be said that Wu Ming's talent in the sword path was that no sword was better than a sword. It was also the Heart Sword.
Boom!
The Hundred Poison King was stopped because of the Corpse Exorcist, but Huanhuan was not. She looked at the old man in front of her and was distracted. Her body turned into a phantom, and her palm covered in Heavenly Demonic Qi blasted out.
A strong wind and a palm wind blew towards him. Looking at the sudden appearance of Huanhuan, the Hundred Poison King couldn't help but pause. His expression was completely frozen. It was too late to dodge.
His palm pressed directly on his chest, and a strange and domineering power surged. With the Hundred Poison King as the center, a surging power suddenly swept in all directions.
Cracks like spiderwebs appeared on the pitch-black floor and spread in all directions. The Hundred Poison King's eyes were wide open, and his chest had caved in. He was staring at Huanhuan.
Looking at the Hundred Poison King who died unwillingly, Huanhuan was expressionless. This old man wasn't strong, or perhaps he was the weakest among so many people. It was just that using poison was a little tricky.
If he were to fight against others, it would still be useful, but against Huanhuan, it was useless. He would be defeated sooner or later. The Heavenly Demonic Aura completely suppressed the Hundred Poison King.
Yan Lingji, who was fighting with Fu Hongxue, naturally saw the change in the scene. Not long after the corpse exorcist died, the Hundred Poison King followed in his footsteps.
Out of the five of them, only three were left in an instant. Looking at Tian Ze who was being sent flying continuously, completely crushed by Wu Ming, a bitter look appeared on Yan Lingji's face. These people were simply too strong, she didn't stand a chance at all.
Looking at Li Xunhuan who was walking over step by step and Fu Hongxue who was dragging the demonic blade, Yan Lingji patted Wushuang Gui and shook her head.
She wasn't afraid of death, but she didn't want to die for nothing. If she attacked again, she would die.
Wushuang Gui looked at Yan Lingji in confusion and roared.
" Yan Lingji, huh? What a smart choice." Ying Chen looked at Yan Lingji, who had suddenly stopped, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
It was the best outcome to be able to give up and recognize the reality. In the entire Bai Yue group, only Wushuang Gui and Yan Lingji could catch his eye. Tian Ze, who was the strongest, was no exception.
"Many thanks to young master for saving my life. In the future, Mo Ya will repay you with his life…"
At this moment, Mo Ya, who had just finished treating Bai Feng's wounds, suddenly walked over from behind and knelt in front of Ying Chen.
Bai Feng had been captured because she had saved him, and she had been rescued by Ying Chen. She was his savior. Mo Ya was not stupid. He knew that Ying Chen valued him, so he chose to submit without hesitation.
Ying Chen's status was extraordinary, and he had many experts under him. It was much better to follow him than to be Ji Wuye's lackey.
"In the future, Bai Feng's life will belong to young master…" Bai Feng also knelt on the ground and looked at Ying Chen with a serious expression.
He had also seen the strength of Li Xunhuan and the others. They were all top-notch experts who crushed Tian Ze and the others. Even Mo Ya had chosen to submit, so he had no reason not to submit.
"Get up…" Ying Chen looked at the two people kneeling before him. A smile appeared on his face as he waved his hand.
Bai Feng and Mo Ya weren't weak, especially in terms of lightness skills. The former's ability could be of great use if used well.
In terms of lightness skills, there were only a few people who could compare to Bai Feng. Those who could beat him were very few. The Mo family's Thief Plantar should be able to compare to him.
The two of them looked at each other and then stood respectfully in front of Ying Chen. Mo Ya nodded at Lady Yan and then looked at the scene. There was no suspense.
Boom! Boom!
The entire roof was ripped open, revealing a terrifying hole. Tian Ze was now covered in blood, completely covered in blood.
Panting heavily, Tian Ze knelt on the ground, staring intently at Wu Ming. He was too strong. He knew how many times he had been stabbed by this fellow. This sword technique was simply too terrifying.
Tian Ze noticed that the Exorcist Demon and Yan Lingji had been killed and his face revealed a look of despair. Looking at Yan Lingji and Yan Lingji who had surrendered, he did not feel any anger.
It was a meaningless resistance. As long as someone could survive, it was the best outcome. As for his fate, it was already decided.
Ta!
Ying Chen walked over step by step and looked at Tian Ze who was kneeling on the ground with a smile on his face. It wasn't that he was weak, but that Wu Ming was too strong.
There weren't many people who could fight Nameless, only those old monsters. In the future, the two descendants of Phantom Valley would count as two, but unfortunately, Wei Zhuang and Ge Nie were still too inexperienced.
" I didn't expect that you, the son of Ying Zheng, would actually appear in Han Country…" Tian Ze looked at Ying Chen bitterly. He was unwilling but he had no other choice.
" Tian Ze, your fate has long been decided, just like the Han Country." Ying Chen looked at Tian Ze indifferently before speaking softly.
As the sound of his voice faded, Tian Ze's body froze. His gaze was fixed on Ying Chen as he suddenly laughed out loud towards the sky. Fate had already been decided, and the Han Country was the same. In other words, the Qin Country was already preparing to send their troops to the Han Country.
One was the strongest, and the other was the weakest. Their fates had indeed been decided.
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