Quick Wear: Bai Yueguang perfectly interprets the success of saving the world

Outside the Tianji Pavilion, a white-haired young man in a black robe stood outside the formation, carrying a sword case behind him. Even before the sword appeared, one could feel a biting chill that made people retreat.

The sword resembles its master, and the white-haired young man's eyebrows and eyes seem to be covered with snow that never melts all year round, making him cold and chilly. His aura is bone-chillingly cold, and filled with a vague murderous intent.

This person is Zhaoyang Sword Master.

He stared quietly at the Yin-Yang Formation in front of him, his cold star-like eyes filled with solemnity.

After waiting for a moment, Zhaoyang Sword Master casually drew out the sword behind him. As soon as the long sword came out of the scabbard, the sharpness of the sword was enough to hurt people. The air around him instantly stagnated, and a layer of frost spread from under his feet to the surroundings.

Zhaoyang Jianzun's sight fell on a certain point in the void. His thin lips moved slightly, and he uttered a few words lightly: "Wuming, break!"

The long sword in Zhaoyang Sword Master's hand hummed and stabbed straight towards that point with unstoppable momentum.

Wherever the sword passed, frost filled the air.

When the long sword came into contact with the Yin-Yang Formation, an intense light burst out. However, after the light dissipated, the Yin-Yang Formation did not move at all, but the long sword began to shake violently.

Zhao Yang's eyes changed slightly, he raised his hand and made a sword gesture: "Wuming, come back."

The sword called Wuming seemed somewhat unwilling, but still obeyed Zhaoyang's words and flew back.

However, a ray of light emanated from the Yin-Yang Formation, and in an instant a cage was formed, trapping the Nameless Sword inside.

It was only at this moment that Zhaoyang Jianzun's expression completely changed. His face was as tight as if it had been cut by a knife or an axe. His eyes were extremely cold, and he raised his hand again and made a hand gesture.

"Return!"

The sword shadow of the Nameless Sword became illusory, and just when Zhaoyang Sword Master thought it would return to his body, the Nameless Sword solidified again and was trapped in the formation and unable to escape.

The corners of Zhaoyang Sword Master's lips were pursed into a straight line. The Nameless Sword was his natal sword, but now he couldn't even take back his own natal sword.

This has never happened to him since he entered the Spirit Transformation Stage.

What's more, with his current level of cultivation, he is already at the top of the combat power in the world of cultivation.

Although Zhaoyang knew that Tianji Pavilion was not easy to mess with before he came there, his feeling was far less profound than now.

His eyes darkened, and there was even a hint of fighting spirit in them.

Zhaoyang Sword Master suddenly wanted to use all his strength. Since he became Sword Master, there has never been a battle that allowed him to give it his all.

Zhaoyang Sword Master closed his eyes, and the aura around him rose by a degree in an instant. His black robe rustled, and his originally white hair instantly turned silver-white like snow. Countless swords condensed from behind him, and the tips of the swords pointed directly at the Liangyi Formation.

Zhaoyang Sword Master suddenly opened his eyes, with a cold and sharp light in his eyes.

He said in a deep voice: "Ten thousand swords return to one, break!!!"

Several long swords flew towards that direction at the same time, and when they got close, they condensed into an extremely huge long sword. The sword was swung straight down, and the frost even froze the operation of the Yin-Yang Formation.

However, just when Zhaoyang Sword Master thought that he could successfully break the formation this time, a spiritual power in the void resisted the sword shadow that was about to be swung down. After the two collided, the sword shadow suddenly dissipated.

Then, a gentle voice came from afar, like a spring breeze blowing past, and the frost dissipated.

"Does Sword Master also want to force his way into the Tianji Pavilion?"