I just want to kill you all, or be killed by you all.

"Pfft~"

"Pfft~ Pfft~"

"Pfft~ Pfft~ Pfft!!!"

Li Yang, carrying Qin Feng in one hand and a sword in the other, brutally charged into the ranks of the Wan Du Dynasty cultivators who were pressing their advantage.

In just a few moments, more than a dozen people were killed.

Most of them were indigenous people, but there were also some trial participants.

Under Li Yang's sword, all defensive measures were as fragile as paper.

Moreover, his speed was too fast, like a red line, from the moment he exploded to the moment he killed.

At this moment, Li Yang finally revealed his true colors.

Before entering the secret realm, he had many opportunities to show off.

But for him, showing off without being able to kill is just trouble.

So even when Ning Xi was being harassed by Sang Yan, she still stood by and did nothing.

He can be cold-blooded at times, but when he's killing, his blood boils.

Li Yang uses his sword as a pen and the blood of his enemies as ink to begin painting a picture called the Impossible.

"Is this person suppressing his cultivation?" The collapse of the Tianyuan Dynasty was noticeably halted because of Li Yang, and some people looked on with suspicion.

"A Foundation Establishment Stage 1! Who is this person? Such a sharp sword intent, could he be a prodigy from the Xuanyuan Sword Sect?!"

"Whoever he is! He's only at the first level of Foundation Establishment, does he think he can fight an entire army by himself?!" Most people only paused briefly before continuing their escape back to the Panshi County Fortress.

"It was just a fleeting glimpse; he's already trapped. In this situation, even if a Foundation Establishment expert were to arrive, he would have no choice but to flee in the face of overwhelming numbers."

"That's right, but the opponent isn't all trash; there are also exceptionally talented individuals among them. They have all sorts of trump cards and secret techniques up their sleeves, so there will always be a moment when they are defeated."

On the city wall of the pass.

Ning Xi watched as Li Yang charged into an army of tens of thousands of Foundation Establishment cultivators, only to be quickly overwhelmed by dazzling spells.

Even she, with a hint of worry in her beautiful eyes.

"Too reckless! Do you really think you're immortal? Your victory over those prodigies back then was largely due to my natal flying sword. Now that you don't have it, how can you possibly be a match for ten thousand men?!"

The cultivators from the Myriad Poisons Dynasty faction sneered upon seeing this:

"Is this person also a so-called sword cultivator? He does have some strength, but I admire his foolish courage to fight against a torrent of cultivators all by himself."

"He should be dead. I wonder who will take his head."

"The best offensive weapon is the swordsman? Ridiculous! Before I, a poison cultivator, can even speak, a single poison strike will annihilate all living beings!"

One of the evil cultivators who had just used his magic to engulf Li Yang sneered.

He was also a trial participant, and a wanted demon by the Dao Alliance, who infiltrated the group of rogue cultivators to enter the secret realm.

He hated sword cultivators the most, and his greatest pleasure was devising ways to lure and capture sword wielders of the Sword Alliance.

He had experience dealing with sword cultivators.

The evil cultivator, with his handsome face and sinister grin, turned his gaze to the dozen or so sword cultivators fighting like cornered beasts, and licked his lips:

"If I kill you all, I'll collect a hundred sword cultivator heads and pile them all up outside the Sword Alliance. Just thinking about it makes me so happy~" His handsome face twisted, revealing a morbid pleasure.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a "pfft" sound.

His right eye saw his own heart, and his left eye saw his right eye looking at his own heart.

"Damn it! He's not dead, and he still dares to kill people!" someone roared.

A barrage of attacks came instantly.

Li Yang sheathed his sword, immediately leaped up, and headed straight for the dozen or so sword cultivators who were trapped.

"Ha! He's gone mad. He can barely save himself, and he still dares to save others?"

However, one demonic cultivator, whose true cultivation level was only at the Nascent Soul stage, frowned deeply, a sense of unease creeping in.

In his mind, he recalled a sword cultivator he had met before, a Golden Core disciple of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect who was training outside.

At that time, he was also in the Golden Core stage, but the other party dared to come to his door alone. With the cultivation of the Golden Core Great Perfection, he killed two Nascent Soul elders of the sect with his sword-fighting technique.

The young swordsman in front of us just now, facing a group of enemies with higher cultivation levels than him, not only did he not die, but he was also able to kill more than ten people.

With such extraordinary strength, he must have also mastered the art of swordsmanship.

"Impossible. No matter how strong he is, he couldn't possibly fight one-on-one..."

His words abruptly stopped. Watching Li Yang rush into the trapped formation, a terrible thought, mixed with fear, made him tremble uncontrollably.

"Stop him! He's going into that sword formation!"

indeed.

With his Foundation Establishment level one cultivation, no matter how powerful Li Yang was, he could not possibly contend with tens of thousands of Foundation Establishment cultivators, including many prodigies, and among the trial participants were outstanding individuals whose original forms were Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

But what if Li Yang could receive the blessing of the sword formation?

OK!

But no one listened to his warnings.

They believed that Li Yang entering the trapping formation would prevent him from using the escape talisman.

Each of them hoped to kill Li Yang, this prodigy from the outside world, and randomly obtain his physique or cultivation techniques.

Therefore, they only pursued him and did not do their best to stop Li Yang from entering the sword formation.

Inside the sword formation, sword cultivators were coughing up blood one after another, and faced with this predicament, they were all filled with despair.

"Are you Qin Feng from the Xuantian Sword Sect?" Su Hen recognized Qin Feng's identity, but did not recognize Li Yang's true form.

"Give me the battle flag, or you will all die!" Li Yang's voice carried an undeniable decisiveness, compelling everyone to submit.

The leading Nascent Soul sword cultivator frowned.

Li Yang's identity as a member of the Xuan Tian Sword Sect was not enough to make him hand over the array flag and entrust his life to them.

"I am a member of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. This is the token of the Sword Alliance, which can serve as my testimony," Li Yang transmitted to everyone through divine sense.

The situation is too critical, and I'm speaking too slowly.

The token he produced was given to him by the Sword Alliance Grandmaster who presided over the killing of the two Demon Lords after the Yongning County incident.

The message was that if Li Yang was still alive, one should take the token to him.

However, I've been too busy lately and haven't had the time.

"Senior Liu's token?" The sword cultivator recognized it. "What's your relationship with him?"

Li Yang snorted coldly:

"Shut up! This isn't the time for questions. If you don't want to die, hand over the flag, you idiot!"

His tone was too forceful; no one would believe he had no connections.

With a wave of his hand, a small sword appeared, complementing the sword formation he was in.

"Can we still fight our way out?" He himself was somewhat skeptical that he could find a way to survive.

Looking around, one sees an overwhelming number of Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Myriad Poisons Dynasty.

The moment Li Yang took control of the Ten Directions Sword Formation, the entire formation was dyed a scarlet color.

The sharpness of the sword intent it emitted instantly rose several levels.

"Zheng—!"

A magnificent sword cry resounded throughout the trapped formation.

The black-robed man presiding over the formation suddenly changed his expression:

"This is bad! Break the sword formation immediately and kill all these sword cultivators!"

It's too late now.

Li Yang manipulated the sword formation and immediately leaped up with his sword.

Instead of avoiding the attack, they went straight at it.

"Use talismans to resist them. This is the weakest point of the enemy, and that's the breakthrough!" Li Yang transmitted his voice to everyone.

More than ten sword cultivators rekindled their hope and took out sword talismans one after another without regard for the cost.

"boom--!"

The sword talisman clashed with the enemy's attack, and taking advantage of the chaos, Li Yang led the sword formation to charge straight in.

Because only enemies in this direction have the least killing intent and the weakest fighting spirit.

As expected, under Li Yang's fearless charge, dozens of cultivators were instantly killed.

Then, Li Yang maneuvered within the limited space of the trap, further compressing the enemy's room to maneuver, and quickly racked up hundreds of kills.

In Li Yang's hands, the originally cumbersome sword formation seemed to come alive, unleashing power far exceeding that of the sword formation itself.

"What profound swordsmanship!" The Nascent Soul sword cultivator who was originally in charge couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Su Hen sized up Li Yang, feeling a sense of familiarity with him.

Following behind Li Yang, the real Qin Feng naturally joined this life-or-death struggle that hung in the balance.

This was the first time he had ever directly experienced Li Yang's terrifying fighting power.

It was neither an overwhelming dominance of spiritual power nor a dimensional reduction attack by supreme divine abilities.

Rather, it is the precise control over the battle.

He always manages to draw the enemy into his battle rhythm and decide their fate in the shortest amount of time.

And they are always the victors in life-or-death arenas.

"What's wrong with this guy? Why did they become so terrifying after he joined the formation?!" a demonic cultivator wondered.

Just then.

The voice of the Nascent Soul cultivator from the Myriad Poisons Dynasty echoed from the heavens above:

"Ignore the trapping formation! Everyone, attack together and annihilate them, along with the trapping formation!"