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"Holy Sword, break all spells!"

Wu Changsheng waved the sacred sword in his hand lightly, and the Ten Thousand Arts Holy Sword immediately bloomed with countless sword shadows, each of them aimed at the afterimages from Xiao Ding in front of Wu Changsheng.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The sound of sword beams piercing through the air could be heard as all kinds of sonic booms sounded out. The numerous afterimages of Xiao Ding that had appeared in front of Wu Changsheng earlier were all turned to powder under the attack of the Ten Thousand Arts Holy Sword.

"Hahahahahaha, my dear nephew, you are the most outstanding disciple under the Sect Leader, Bai Yu Jian, and you haven't fought for so many years. Have you forgotten how to fight?" At the very least, you've already entered the Deity Stage decades ago, so how could you possibly make a move against this old man using such a small trick? "

"Hehe, Martial Uncle Wu, our Senior Martial Brother Xiao still has his past friendship. It would be too embarrassing to fight. Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing to personally defeat you."

"Hmph, you are only the sixth direct disciple of the White Feather Sword. Even Xiao Ding is no match for this old man. How can you defeat this old man?"

"Heh, only after we've fought a few rounds can we know whether or not we'll be able to win. Martial Uncle, please enlighten us."

Lin Feng laughed, then suddenly spat out a mouthful of air. A ray of sword aura flew out from his body, and the sword aura suddenly trembled in midair, transforming into a crisscrossing sword net that descended straight towards Wu Changsheng.

At that time, the Ten Thousand Arts Holy Sword let out a clear cry and countless black devilish flames instantly shot out from its body. The devilish flames grew larger and larger under Wu Changsheng's control, instantly transforming into devil firebirds one by one as they charged straight towards Lin Feng's sword net.

"Hmph, Martial Nephew Xiao, why don't you see. This old man can control this demonic energy at will, to the point where I can do as I please. Does it control me, or do I control it?"

Wu Changsheng sneered, but he did not listen to Xiao Ding's words. Under the control of his mana, the Devil Flame Birds shot into Lin Feng's sword net like artillery shells.

Just as he was about to attack again, he heard Xiao Ding's voice: "Junior brother Lin, the opponent has long since reached the Spirit Transformation Stage with the support of the Demonic Sacred Sword. You are not his match, everyone attack together, otherwise everyone here will be in danger!"

As his voice fell, Xiao Ding had already made his move. He saw his life's sword light strike towards the sky, and immediately a mana ball was formed on the tip of the sword. The mana ball was formed from many sword Qis, and as long as it was sent flying in front of the enemy under the order of its owner, it would explode with countless sword Qis.

"Sword Qi Manifestation, it's actually a high grade Magic Sword Elemental Bomb!"

Wu Changsheng's expression also couldn't help but change slightly. "What a good kid. The White Feather Sword has even passed on this move to you."

With a wave of Wu Changsheng's hand, numerous demonic flames immediately turned into a magic wall in front of him. Xiao Ding's sword cluster slammed into Wu Changsheng's black flame magic wall but was actually unable to break through even half an inch.

The two seemed to be fighting in midair, and they were in a deadlock.

"Everyone attack together, help Senior-apprentice Brother Xiao!"

The other disciples of the Flying Immortal Sect, seeing this scene, naturally wouldn't sit still. They also took action at the same time.

One must know that the majority of the disciples who could enter the Spirit Sword Mountain for missions were the elite disciples of the Flying Immortal Sect, and there were even top-notch experts like Shangguan Hongyun and Di Long who were the heads of the Vermillion Bird Sect. Once they joined hands to attack Wu Changsheng, even if he possessed the Ten Thousand Arts Holy Sword, he would not dare to take it head on.

All of a sudden, countless multicolored sword lights and spiritual treasures flew out in the sky. All kinds of colorful spiritual energy ripples blossomed in the night sky. It was a very spectacular sight.

At that time, Wu Changsheng's expression had slightly changed. With a wave of his sleeve, numerous demonic flames once again appeared in front of him, transforming into a black flame barrier that shielded him.

In an instant, the power of a hundred powerful sword beams and spiritual treasures struck his magic wall. Although the magic power provided by this magic wall was powerful enough, under the impact of the hundred spells from the opponent, the black flame magic wall he had placed began to tremble unceasingly, and the magic wall's power became weaker and weaker.

"Break for me!"

"What?!"

"AHH!"

Even if Wu Changsheng had used all sorts of methods to protect himself in time, he was still a step too late. He immediately received the attacks of at least ten streams of sword Qis, and his entire body was immediately riddled with wounds as streaks of blood-red flowed out of his body.

At the same time, the Ten Thousand Arts Holy Sword flashed with black flames and swallowed all of the remaining sword glows. Only then did Wu Changsheng manage to escape.

Although Wu Changsheng did not die after suffering such a great disaster, the intense pain in his body had greatly injured his vitality. He was instantly enraged. "Xiao Ding, you really dare to injure me. You're courting death!"

The might of the sword was so strong that it seemed to be able to shake heaven and earth. Xiao Ding's expression changed drastically as he spat a mouthful of blood on his sword, and his entire body became one with his Intrinsic Flying Sword. He reached the state of being one with the sword, and immediately turned into a streak of sword light and fled.

Even though he had escaped, the other people's flying swords and Soul Treasures met a great calamity. Under the attack of Wu Changsheng's Ten Thousand Arts Holy Sword, a hundred flying swords and Soul Treasures were all sent flying in midair.

Some of the weaker treasures were immediately turned to dust by the Ten Thousand Arts Sect disciples. When many of the disciples saw this scene, they let out painful wails.

"The Holy Sword is too strong, don't go head on against it. Dodge the blade!"