"It’s the Crazy Eagle, Black Gold Crazy Eagle!"
The colossal eagle shadow flashed and vanished, its claws already lifting the Yama holding the hamr, breaking through the air, shifting back and forth within the Yin Cao a dozen tis, extrely uninhibited, and utterly wanton.
The vast, boundless Yin Cao seed like a birdcage under the speed of the black gold eagle beast, not quite satisfying.
In just a mont’s circling, even the Holy Emperor found it hard to catch up with its speed, let alone the observers outside the field.
"What is this..."
Is this a swordsmanship?
This sword, isn’t a proper sword, is it?
The ten halls... the nine halls’ Yamas were briefly dazed, suddenly realizing sothing was wrong, the Hamr Hall Yama was about to be done for!
"No, I have to intervene!"
In just a few circles, the Yama that was captured, his bone dragon beneath him was directly torn apart, along with the black armor on his body was also shredded.
The giant hamr, shining with the Aura of the God of Death, was also at so point thrown up and broken, his whole being was mangled, no longer majestic as before.
Intent!
This was in the Yin Cao, in this main "spirit" zone, reversing the Hamr Hall Yama into an "intent" form, attacking from his weakest point, aiming to kill him.
The Crazy Eagle Sword, with the ultimate "crazy" intent, after the Heavenly Unravel in Bazhun’an’s hands, completely crushed the path principle comprehension level of the ten halls’ Yama, temporarily reaching super Taoization.
The nine halls’ Yamas all showed horrified looks.
They couldn’t just stand by, history’s lessons as teachers, they didn’t want the Black Gold Crazy Eagle’s next target to focus on them either, and be torn apart.
"Restrain it!"
As soon as they took to the air.
The speed-impressive nine halls’ Yamas moved.
The Black Gold Crazy Eagle then maneuvered the Yin Cao a dozen tis, finally hovering high above, its form frozen, wings spread wide.
"Screech—"
Under the piercing shriek, the black gold feathers on its body shot like sharp swords, shedding tens of thousands of beams of light.
"Hah! I’ve even injured a Kun Peng before, let alone a re mortal bird like you?"
The Yama, wielding a long knife, rode the bone dragon, taking the lead, with the blade forward, blocking the black gold eagle’s feathers while changing stance to strike.
"Boom boom boom!"
Those black gold feathers weren’t ordinary feathers.
Each one contained True Damage from Mo Sword Technique’s blue light, stacking with the Nine Swords Technique’s Infinite Number, one could block, but a flurry of them ca shooting, this force no Yama could withstand temporarily, let alone make a move?
"Press, press it down?"
"Even the Holy Emperor can be pressed down?"
Seeing the storm of the Black Gold Feathers pinning down the nine halls’ Yamas, shaking them to not only be unable to advance but forcing them to retreat step by step.
Xiao Kongtong felt a chill rise in his hair.
The nine halls’ Yamas had decent power and speed, but their battle consciousness and technical application were embarrassingly poor.
When Teacher ntioned it back then, he thought it was just a minor issue.
He didn’t expect what Teacher Bazhun’an ant by "unsatisfactory" was so "unsatisfactory," catching a few loopholes, the nine halls’ Yamas didn’t even have the chance to fight back?
"No, are they going easy?"
"That Aura of the God of Death, co on, all stronger than The Divine, and you’re being pressed down?"
In the Golden Apricot scene, the apricot observers outside were amused.
Before each one was clamoring so loudly, the Eighth Sword Deity with a Crazy Eagle’s Heavenly Unravel, they couldn’t withstand it.
What about the remaining nineteen fad swords?
What will they fight with?
With their stubborn dead duck mouths?
The Black and White Shuras were also startled by Bazhun’an’s sudden burst of power, fortunately, the two were still in the rear, not caught together under the storm of Black Gold Feathers and Green River Sword Boardline’s storm, unable to extricate themselves.
"End it."
Imdiately with a glance, their scythes crossed, raising a long shout:
"Phantom City limit order· Restriction thod!"
Crossed scythes unleashed a magnificent dark cyan glow, a divine palace Yin Cao array, from all directions, massive Dao Chains were projected out.
Those Dao Chains intertwined, transforming into a large net, binding towards the Black Gold Crazy Eagle.
"Screech—"
The Crazy Eagle truly went mad.
Its claws clutched the still resisting Hamr Hall Yama, with no intention of tearing, or shredding the Dao Chains because the force of Heavenly Unravel within it was only for a mont.
Bazhun’an only bestowed a mont’s brilliance upon it.
Its mission was already over.
Before the net could arrive, the Black Gold Crazy Eagle halted its sword feather’s storm suppression, once more frantically raving through half the Yin Cao, amidst its long howls, its claws tore.
"Snap!"
The Hamr Hall Yama was imdiately ripped into two, flesh and blood splattering.
Sword cognition frantically shot through his wound, having long since pierced his internal organs into a porous ss, beyond any possibility of revival.
Boundless black mist erupted and then sank heavily.
Finally, it vanished into nothingness.
"Dead, dead?"
The people of the five regions were stunned.
In just a face-off, the Yama whose combat strength rivaled the Holy Emperor was torn apart alive?
He hadn’t even begun to unleash his power?
"Cluck cluck!"
The black chicken in Yu Zhiwen’s arms clucked twice, no less than when I tore apart a Qilin back in the day.
Looking up.
The Dao Chain’s net tightened, binding towards the void.
However, the Black Gold Crazy Eagle preemptively turned into a phantom, vanishing with reluctant eyes.
"Boom!"
The Dao Chain crashingly roared, yet failed to restrain the Crazy Eagle Sword.
Similarly, the one with man and sword as one, Bazhun’an, also turned into fluttering petals amidst the roaring sound, disappearing into nothingness.
Not restrained?!
The Black and White Shuras were stunned, suddenly looking back to the initial position at the start of the battle.
Only to see, where the nine halls’ Yamas had been shocked back by the Black Feather, Bazhun’an stood there quietly, having never taken a step back from the beginning.
"Fantasy Sword Technique?"
Whether it was illusion or not, it no longer mattered.
As everyone glanced, Bazhun’an’s Crazy Eagle Sword Flow rged back into his body, as his hands flipped over, gently pressing towards the empty air ahead.
All suddenly quieted.
The frenzy just now seed to have been an illusion.
Behind the white-clothed figure, with his movent, a silver sword cognition materialized into a sword wheel.
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