After I failed, I became the darling of the entire sect’s genius group.

Su Shiyuan took a deep breath, she almost misunderstood Wen Zixuan just now.

She held the Flowing Cloud Sword and the Moon Chasing Sword in both hands and began to think for a moment.

The moment before Feng Banliu Yun was slashed out, a strange connection suddenly emerged between the two swords, as if the two swords were one, and the two swords wielded were almost indistinguishable from front to back.

The speed of the two sword shadows just now was so fast that even she was shocked.

But now, that feeling is gone again.

The problem should be the Liuyun Sword in her left hand. She vaguely felt that something was wrong with Liuyun Sword, making it unable to respond to another sword.

"Forget it, don't think about it."

Now even if she uses Feng to accompany Liuyun, the effect will not be much better.

Wen Zixuan's strength is so extraordinary that he has even broken through to the Void Refining Realm. If he wants to defeat him, he can only use his trump card.

She suddenly closed her eyes and loosened her hands.

The Liuyun Sword and the Moon Chasing Sword were inserted into the ground.

Between the two swords, there is a stream of light echoing each other. But after a breath, the flowing light on the Liuyun Sword disappeared, leaving Zhuyue struggling to call with the flowing light, but unable to wait for the response from the Liuyun Sword.

However, no one noticed this, and everyone's eyes were on Su Shiyuan.

"Strange, why did Su Shiyuan suddenly throw away the sword?" Wen Changyue was confused at first, and then suddenly looked up at the sky.

The sky suddenly became dark and clouds and rain began to accumulate.

Su Shiyuan opened her eyes at this moment, with a faint sad look in her eyes.

Wen Zixuan's expression changed, and he felt that Su Shiyuan had merged with the way of heaven at this moment.

What is she going to do?

Su Shiyuan raised his arm as if holding a sword.

"The sixth form of the Nine Swords for Purifying the World - Tian Ning Purifying Rain!" Su Shiyuan spoke slowly.

"It's raining!" Ke Haoran raised his head and looked at the falling raindrops.

But the strange thing is that these raindrops suddenly disappeared when they fell close to the ground.

During this process, Su Shiyuan slowly waved clockwise from bottom to top, integrating the mysterious power of heaven and the divine power of Wanshui. Starting from Su Shiyuan's arm, a virtual sword slowly condensed.

This sword seems real and illusory, its whole body is between aqua blue and azure, it is an amorphous liquid, and countless waves of light condense on it, making it beautiful.

"What is that?" A disciple of the Wen family asked in surprise. The next moment, he suddenly fainted.

"Don't look directly at that sword." Wen Changyue turned his gaze slightly away. "That sword contains the laws of heaven that have been condensed into entities. If you don't understand the power of heaven to a certain level, looking directly at it will hurt your soul!"

Hearing this, the other Wen family disciples looked away.

Ke Haoran looked at the sword at a smaller angle, but he still couldn't bear the impact of the mystery of heaven and earth on his soul when he looked directly at it.

"Little junior sister is actually so scary."

Among the people present, the only one who could look directly at the sword was Wen Zixuan.

However, even he was feeling turbulent in his heart at this moment.

"Is this a sword style?"

"Um...it's a bit strange, isn't it?" Su Shiyuan scratched his head in embarrassment.

"When I first figured out the sixth form, I thought it was quite strange. The first few moves were fine, but this sixth form suddenly turned into a sword."

She changed her tone and a smile appeared on her face.

"However, when I realized the seventh sword, I understood why."

Her expression suddenly became serious, she raised her sword and slowly swung it down in a half arc.

"The seventh form of the Nine Swords for Purifying the World, Purifying Rain for Purifying the World."

Her movements were very slow, even laborious.

During the process, that day's Ningjingyu Sword gradually disappeared from the tip of the sword. When the sword was finished, Su Shiyuan's hand was empty again.

This sword was a very heavy burden for her. It should be said that with her current strength, she can't even use this move completely now.

The one she is using now is a semi-finished product, but it has sucked all the energy out of her body.

"Huh?" Wen Zixuan was slightly stunned. When the sword fell, nothing seemed to happen.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and raised his head in surprise.

Above the sky, there is a pool of clear water hanging in an inverted arc above the sky!

This arc blade was extremely huge, covering several kilometers.

Others also raised their heads and looked at the water-shaped arc blade in the sky, and their hearts tightened.

At this moment, everyone felt an indescribable sense of crisis. The arc blade in the sky seemed to be the Sword of Damocles hanging above everyone's heads.

The power in Su Shiyuan's body was extremely empty at the moment, but she was very confident that after this move was completed, everyone would have to whisper in front of her as long as they were not in the Mahayana stage.

This is nuclear deterrence!

Sure enough, the faces of everyone present suddenly changed, even Wen Zixuan's cold face had a worried look.

"Senior Brother Wen, it's time to admit defeat."

She winked playfully, thinking to herself that she should give in quickly so that she could recover her energy.

That's right, she wasn't going to let the water-shaped curved blade fall either. For deterrence, just scare it.

However, Wen Zixuan suddenly closed his eyes.

The aura on his body became ethereal, and just for a moment, it seemed that his body was integrated with the entire world.