Chapter 741： Phantom Sword Dance

The sword wall condensed, and then his whole body condensed hundreds of millions of sword energy!

These sword auras gleamed and danced, turning into phantoms, slapped towards Yang Ming!

"Yang Baicheng, taste the phantom sword dance formed by my great killing technique, great sword technique, and great phantom technique!"

"Phantom Sword Dance, go!"

The ancestor of the Excalibur screamed, and the sword danced up and blasted towards Yang Ming!

"What a phantom sword ancestor, the blow of the divine sword is enough to make Xuxian do it..."

Seeing the blow of the Excalibur Patriarch, the Misty Patriarch couldn't help but praise.

But his praise hadn't finished yet, and suddenly stopped!

I saw Yang Ming blasted out with a punch, and the fist surged, and the phantom sword dance blasted out by the ancestor of the Excalibur was bombarded with a palm again!

The ashes are gone, the smoke is gone!

And the ancestor of Excalibur was blown away with a punch again!

"This!"

Suddenly he couldn't help being shocked!

Not only him, but everyone else at this time could not help being shocked!

However, at this time, the most angry and going crazy is the Excalibur Patriarch!

He was furious, and he didn't expect to be bombarded by Yang Ming again and again, especially in the presence of the Nine Great Patriarchs. This was a shame!

"Yang Baicheng!"

He roared and flew over again!

But this time, Yang Ming is not going to waste time with him!

Go straight!

Take a shot!

"boom!"

The ancestor of the Excalibur who had just rushed over was photographed directly into the earth.

I saw a deep human-shaped crater appearing, and looking inside, it was densely covered and bottomless!

"How could it be possible that the ancestor of the Divine Sword was so vulnerable to being bombarded by this Yang Baicheng without the slightest strength to fight back?"

When other ancestors saw this, they couldn't help but feel incredible.

The ancestor of the magic sword is a half-step imaginary existence, wearing a superb Taoist magic sword robe, holding a semi-immortal ancestor magic sword, facing Yang Ming, he was blown away like a ruin.

How can this be?

"Although the ancestor of the Excalibur is not the strongest among our nine immortal sects, it is definitely not weak. This Yang Baicheng can blow him with a punch, not because of his lack of strength, but the current strength of Yang Baicheng. One of his unattainable abilities or his supernatural powers just happened to be restrained!"

The misty ancestor's eyes flashed, watching the scene in front of him, analyzing.

"It should be strength restraint. Although Yang Baicheng is brilliantly talented, it is difficult to say that his strength is beyond the reach of the ancestors of the Excalibur, unless he is a real imaginary immortal. Judging from his actions, obviously, he is not an imaginary immortal!"

Old Ancestor Haotian shook his head, his eyes fixed on Yang Ming.

"No matter how much, let's shoot together and kill this person!"

The ancestor of Jinghai sneered and waved his hand, and suddenly the eight ancestors descended one after another, forming an encirclement and encircling Yang Ming!

"Huh? Are you also coming to die?"

Yang Ming narrowed his eyes, looking at the eight great ancestors who came suddenly, coldly said.

"Yang Baicheng, you are indeed a genius of Tianzong, and even a master like the Excalibur Ancestor has been hanged by you. To be honest, it is not an exaggeration to say that you are a genius like you are rare in thousands of years."

The misty ancestor looked at Yang Ming and said lightly.

"But that's it. You have been too unruly lately. Now I will punish you and let you know what rules are!"

"Okay, Yang Baicheng, if you are caught with your hands, we can just deprive you of your cultivation avenue and keep you alive."