"Rumble..."

Accompanied by a series of continuous booming sounds, the scarlet light screen vibrated violently, splashing waves like crashing waves.

Xiong Shan, situated beneath the giant waves, felt the impact most directly and genuinely.

He could clearly see the heavy water crashing onto the light screen, causing intense vibrations, and he could also clearly feel the immense pressure brought by that overwhelming force.

The scarlet light screen was covered with huge depressions formed by the impact of heavy water, with golden dragon patterns flashing wildly. Although it had not been breached, it looked like it couldn't hold on for much longer.

Xiong Shan frowned and glanced at the Myriad Swords Iron Certificate floating high in the air. Suddenly, he beckoned with both hands, and the iron certificate flew back, landing in his hand.

He extended a finger, and a golden light flashed at the tip, drawing a cut. Crimson blood surged out.

He used his finger as a pen and blood as ink, rapidly writing on the iron certificate.

As his fingertip moved, a dark red, bizarre rune quickly appeared on the surface of the iron certificate.

After the rune took shape, the original golden patterns on the iron certificate began to be stained by a layer of red light, quickly turning blood red, like blood vessels, covering the entire iron certificate.

Xiong Shan held the iron certificate with both hands, a resolute look flashing in his eyes. He slammed it against his chest like a breastplate.

Black and red lights lit up from his chest. The Myriad Swords Iron Certificate flashed and disappeared into his body, merging with him.

As the core of the entire formation, the Myriad Swords Iron Certificate left the altar, and the entire formation ceased to operate.

The heat of the scarlet sea of fire beneath the suspended altar subsided, the flames extinguished, gradually turning into a violently surging cloud of fire. The scarlet light screen above also made a soft "pop" and turned into a piece of red crystal light, dissipating.

The golden light phantom in the high altitude disappeared completely, but all the flying swords attracted by the formation did not fall back into the sea of swords. Instead, they dispersed their sword dragon form and were still guided by an invisible force, hovering motionless in the void.

The black waterfall in the high altitude was originally an illusion created by Han Li using the "Law Manifestation" divine power, and it also disappeared at this moment, returning the entire area to peace.

Without the obstruction of the flying swords and the disturbance of the fire dragons, Han Li shot straight up and landed on the suspended altar in a few flashes.

He glanced around and saw that Xiong Shan was covered in a layer of black scales, with a layer of vague, dense blood light swimming around him. His aura had also changed.

Those blood lights were not other things, but strands of extremely pure sword qi condensed into substance, incomparably sharp. They cut the surrounding void to pieces, and even the golden light ripples of Han Li's Mantra Treasure Wheel could not penetrate it.

"Such a precious sword cultivator treasure, you actually use it for such a low purpose, don't you think it's a waste?" Han Li shook his head slightly, somewhat regretfully.

"It doesn't matter, it's just consuming some of the stored Eternal Sword Qi. As long as I can kill you, it's not a loss." Xiong Shan said as he walked forward, extending one hand and grasping the golden long sword floating in the center of the altar.

As the flying sword entered his hand, the red patterns on the black armor around him suddenly brightened, and the blurred blood light surrounding him immediately spread down, wrapping his natal flying sword.

Xiong Shan's cultivation fluctuations still remained in the late True Immortal stage, but his aura was completely different. Standing there without any offensive posture, he was like a rare immortal weapon, with its sharpness fully revealed.

Seeing this, Han Li's pupils shrank slightly, but he quickly returned to normal.

"Actually, there is one thing I don't understand. How could you control my Thousand Peaks Spirit Gathering Sword Formation back then? Could it be that you are also a collateral descendant of the Wusheng Sword Sect?" Xiong Shan asked slowly, not in a hurry to attack after gaining the upper hand in momentum.

"Didn't the Wusheng Sword Sect disappear millions of years ago? How could there still be any collateral descendants?" Han Li raised his eyebrows slightly, somewhat puzzled.

"So, you are not... but it doesn't matter, you are worthy of fighting me." Xiong Shan sighed as if somewhat regretful.

After saying that, he tapped his toes on the ground, and his figure shot away, the long sword in his hand stabbing straight at Han Li.

Han Li's eyes flashed, and his figure floated up. He didn't stop even at the edge of the altar. He tapped the railing with his toes and continued to retreat violently.

A flash of dark red light appeared on Xiong Shan's long sword, and a blood-colored sword light suddenly burst out from the tip of the sword, instantly piercing through a hundred zhang of void, reaching within a few feet of Han Li's chest, where it was blocked by the golden ripples released by the Mantra Treasure Wheel, and its momentum slowed down.

Han Li took the opportunity to shake his figure and retreat a few more zhang before stopping.

He looked at the gradually dissipating blood-colored sword light with lingering fear. If he hadn't pulled away in time, the speed of that sword strike would have been enough to offset the slowing effect of the Mantra Treasure Wheel and pierce through his chest.

"If all the time Dao patterns were still there..."

While thinking, Han Li flew down and towards the countless flying swords suspended in mid-air.

Before his figure could reach the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords, a chilling sword qi suddenly attacked from behind, causing his spine to turn cold.

He quickly reversed the Mantra Treasure Wheel and shifted his figure to the right in the void, dodging the sword light.

There was a "swoosh" sound.

The blood-red sword light shot past him and pierced into the dense flying sword formation. After a crisp, sharp sound, dozens of flying swords were hit by the sword light and shattered into pieces.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Li flashed and finally arrived beside the seventy-two Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords.

He reached out a palm, grabbed one of them, and tried to pull it out, but was surprised to find that the flying sword was imprisoned by a powerful force and did not move at all.

While he was surprised, a figure flashed behind him. It was Xiong Shan, who had already chased after him, raised his hand, and swung a sword down at him.

Han Li ignored the changes behind him, only held the hilt tightly with his palm, and with a thought, separated a wisp of divine sense and injected it into the sword.

The sword in his hand trembled violently and emitted a crisp sword sound, as if it had regained the connection between its mind and Han Li, and seemed extremely happy.

At the same time, a long sword wrapped in blood-colored sword light also slashed towards the back of his neck.

On the Mantra Treasure Wheel behind him, the remaining ten or so time Dao pattern lights shone brightly, and the golden ripples that bloomed from them solidified a bit, protecting Han Li's back.

However, facing the long sword wrapped in Eternal Sword Qi, the Mantra Treasure Wheel's deceleration effect was greatly reduced, only slightly delaying the speed of the sword's fall, not enough for Han Li to evade.

Just at the critical moment, a dark black light flashed and turned into a huge black treasure wheel, blocking Xiong Shan's sword like a shield.

There was a sharp "铮" sound!

Xiong Shan's long sword directly broke through the black light outside the Heavy Water True Wheel and slashed directly onto the wheel's body.

The Heavy Water True Wheel trembled violently, and a large piece of black light gathered on it was shattered by the dark red sword light shooting out from the sword body, revealing a rather deep sword mark on the surface.

Han Li's mind was connected to the Heavy Water True Wheel, and he naturally felt the power of that sword, and his mind shook.

He pulled out the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, blue light flashed in his eyes, and a sharp pain came from his mind. Seventy-one divine senses were separated at the same time and connected with the remaining flying swords.

At this time, Xiong Shan had also bypassed the Heavy Water True Wheel, flashed to Han Li's right side, and swept a sword out at him.

This time, Han Li did not dodge, but took the initiative to meet him, and the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword in his hand also slashed towards Xiong Shan.

Two sword edges intersected, and a layer of blurred dark red sword light exploded first from Xiong Shan's natal flying sword, followed by a burst of golden electric light from the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword.

The dark red sword light flew past almost close to the upper part of Han Li's sleeve, and the sleeve on his sword-wielding hand shattered, leaving deep marks on Han Li's arm.

Fortunately, the True Extremes Membrane on Han Li's body was not broken, so he was not injured.

However, the sword qi attached to the sword light was extremely penetrating. When it passed across Han Li's arm, it felt like scraping bones, making his eyebrows twitch involuntarily.

Han Li endured the severe pain and beckoned forward with his other hand. The Heavy Water True Wheel behind him immediately shrank to the size of a round shield, whistling and spinning towards Xiong Shan.

The black armor on Xiong Shan's arm flashed, and he just dispersed the Evil-Repelling Divine Thunder released by the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword. He quickly raised an arm to hold the sword body and blocked it in front of him.

The Heavy Water True Wheel crashed into Xiong Shan's long sword, spinning continuously, slamming Xiong Shan's body, and causing him to retreat dozens of zhang.

"铮铮铮"

A series of ear-piercing, sharp sounds came from under the Heavy Water True Wheel.

At the same time, Han Li suddenly narrowed his eyes, pinched a sword seal with one hand, and pointed forward with his fingers.

"Go"

With his command, the remaining seventy-one Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords in the sword formation emitted crisp and pleasant sword sounds, flew out with the flying sword in Han Li's hand, and drew a green arc in the air, rushing towards Xiong Shan at the same time.

During the rapid flight of the flying swords, countless green sword lights intertwined and emerged, gathering in one place in mid-air, turning into a giant sphere of green light.

As it approached Xiong Shan, a loud dragon roar suddenly came from the green light sphere, echoing through the sky.

In a booming sound, the giant light sphere shattered, and a green, serpentine dragon with emerald scales and bared fangs pounced out, devouring Xiong Shan in its bloody maw.

Seeing this, Han Li reversed the Mantra Treasure Wheel, summoned the Heavy Water True Wheel, and chased after it in a flash.

At this time, his speed was much faster than that of the Green Serpentine Sword Formation. When he chased to the dragon's head, he fixed his eyes and a look of surprise flashed across his face.

Xiong Shan stood calmly in the dragon's mouth, with hundreds of dense sword lights nailed to him, and the red light on his black armor flashing frequently. He was not injured at all.