The sword light flashed, and Zhao Yufan galloped forward, the sword in his hand facing a Martial Emperor.
Emperor Wu quickly slashed out, hoping to delay Zhao Yufan's offensive.
At the same time, Emperor Wu around him also launched attacks to stop Zhao Yufan.
The colorful attack suddenly enveloped the entire Qilin Mountain.
From a distance, it looked like countless fireworks exploding, dazzling and dazzling, but these dazzling fireworks carried fatal dangers.
Zhao Yufan's sword failed.
He didn't dare to rush forward at all.
The dense attacks left him no place to hide and he could only defend passively.
Soon, everyone was fighting together.
Zhao Yufan danced his sword tightly to block the enemy's attacks, but there were too many opponents.
Even with his three heads and six arms, it was difficult for him to block the various attacks of the sixty Martial Emperors.
A golden iron rod hit him hard on the back, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.
This rod was the Qinglan Sect's Golden Dragon Staff, and the person who used the Golden Dragon Staff was an elder of the Qinglan Sect.
Then, he felt a sharp pain in his right leg.
He turned around and swung a sword.
He looked at the ferocious elder of the Divine Sword Sect with a somewhat cold expression on his face.
These people who were besieging him each belonged to six factions, and among the six major sects of the righteous path, except for the Alchemy Sect, all the other sects were actually present.
Zhao Yufan fought bloody battles and tried his best to get closer to Zhou Hai's position.
The sword in his hand turned completely red, like a demon coming out of hell, biting all those who stood in his way.
Liu Man and Yiming Ming were frightened and shocked.
The Sword God is their enemy, but at this moment they have to admire the Sword God's bravery.
One person can fight sixty Martial Emperors alone.
He can not only fight back, but also kill the Martial Emperor.
This is simply unbelievable.
Looking at the five corpses that fell to the ground, Liu Man and Zhou Yiming were silent.
At this time, an idea came to their minds, that is, to kill the Sword God.
If he doesn't die today, they will be the ones who die in the future.
When the two met each other, they felt a hint of fear.
Liu Man looked at the two Martial Emperors who had not made any move and said coldly: "Two seniors, it's your turn."
Upon hearing this, the two Martial Emperors leaped up and struck Zhao Yufan from the front and back.
When they took action, the surrounding Martial Emperors retreated violently.
In a moment, Zhao Yufan, who was covered in blood, was isolated.
He was surrounded by the fierce Martial Emperors, and above him were two terrifying Martial Emperors.
No matter which Emperor Wu hits him, he will die instantly.
The cold wind howled, and Zhao Yufan slowly closed his eyes, seemingly giving up resistance.
Seeing this scene, the martial emperors couldn't help but widen their eyes and show suspicion.
At this critical moment, why did he close his eyes?
Did he know that he couldn't fight, so he just waited for death?
But how could he do this with his character?
He must have some conspiracy.
Not only Emperor Wu thought so, but the two Emperors also felt that Zhao Yufan was brewing some kind of conspiracy.
Their expressions were slightly startled, feeling a little incredible, and then they became a little nervous.
Liu Man and Zhou Yiming stared at Zhao Yufan intently.
When they saw him closing his eyes, they almost shouted the words "Be careful, there is danger".
This is a strange phenomenon, but it is in line with common sense.
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No one would close their eyes in this situation, but Zhao Yufan did just that.
His tiny movement frightened many people.
The pupils of the Martial Emperors shrank slightly, and they held their weapons tighter, ready to attack anytime and anywhere.
Zhao Yufan closed his eyes only for a moment, and at this moment, many people thought of many things and had many reactions.
At this time, the two Martial Emperors were under great pressure.
They were dignified Martial Emperors, so they could not be scared away by Zhao Yufan.
However, Zhao Yufan's actions of closing his eyes were so weird that people had to be nervous and cautious.
The two of them each struck a palm, one palm was as strong as fire, and the other was as soft as wind.
One side was hot and the other was cold, it could be said that there were two heavens of ice and fire.
Zhao Yufan, who was in the world of ice and fire, felt the most uncomfortable.
Half of his body felt so hot that it was almost scorched, while the other half felt so cold that it almost turned into an ice sculpture.
Suddenly, Zhao Yufan's eyes suddenly opened.
The moment his eyes opened, everyone present had different reactions.
The warrior emperors leaned back, guarding their weapons in front of their eyes in fear, and made various defensive postures.
Some held their knives horizontally in front of them, some used their swords to block the front, and some raised their spears high to prepare to stab.
Some people moved backwards, and they all took defensive measures in unison, as if they were afraid of Zhao Yufan's attack.
Liu Man and Zhou Yiming also had the same reaction in mind, that is, they whispered: "Not good" Although the voice was small, it still spread throughout the silent Qilin Mountain.
When the two Emperors saw Zhao Yufan suddenly opening his eyes, they felt a little panicked.
Coupled with the low shouts of Liu Man and Zhou Yiming, their movements suddenly stopped in the air, and they hesitated whether to continue attacking Zhao Yufan.
Just as the two hesitated, Zhao Yufan's eyes suddenly closed again.
Seeing his strange movements, the two Martial Emperors frowned and stood awkwardly in the air, becoming a little at a loss.
However, Emperor Wu was Emperor Wu after all.
After hesitating for a moment, the two of them rushed towards Zhao Yufan again.
Two palms struck Zhao Yufan like lightning, and two completely opposite temperatures spread around Zhao Yufan, making his silver mask particularly weird.
The two palms were getting closer and closer, the surrounding wind was strong, and rocks were flying.
Liu Man and Yi Ming held hands tightly, their eyes filled with the scene before the sword god's death.
In their understanding, the two palms of the two Martial Emperors were enough to kill the Sword God.
The Martial Emperors also breathed a sigh of relief.
This brave and skilled swordsman was finally dying, and they finally no longer had to worry.
Zhao Yufan held the sword tightly.
Although he closed his eyes, he could still clearly feel the wind coming closer and closer.
Cold sweat broke out on his palms, and he was so nervous that he could hear his heart pounding.
Emperor Wu's attack was less than one meter away from him.
Under the terrifying palm wind, the surrounding rocks turned into powder and floated around Zhao Yufan.
The two Martial Emperors had sinister smiles on their lips, as if they saw the Sword God falling in front of them.
Among the tyrannical attacks of their two Martial Emperors, one Martial Emperor was unstoppable.
As long as this palm hit him, he would definitely die.
Zhao Yufan has no hope of escaping or even the ability to resist.
The only thing he can do now is to recall the past and wait for death to come.
A picture appeared in his mind.
On the occasion of life and death, he thought about many things that he had never thought about before.
When he finished thinking about everything, he smiled bitterly and thought to himself: "It seems that we can only try our luck
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