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A flying sword the size of a fingertip shot out from Chen Yao's body. It was densely packed and seemingly endless.

The twelve Deities were completely covered in flying swords.

Chen Yao made an opening and with a flash, he managed to escape the encirclement of the twelve types of Deities?

Is he dead?

Chen Yao heaved a sigh of relief as he looked at the twelve styled gods filled with flying swords.

But in the next moment, his heart once again rose to his throat.

The bodies of the twelve styled deities suddenly shook, and the flying swords on their bodies scattered in all directions.

Chen Yao's mind controlled the flying sword to return to his body, causing the defense of the sword armour to become even stronger.

The bodies of the twelve types of deities were filled with holes. Black liquid continued to flow out from those holes, making them look extremely disgusting.

The twelve types of Deities once again cooperated and charged towards Chen Yao together.

A moment ago, it was only a few meters in front of Chen Yao, but all of a sudden, the Twelve-Style Deity appeared in front of him. It attacked Chen Yao from twelve different directions.

Although he had the protection of the sword armor, he still suffered quite a lot of losses.

"Killing blindly like this is useless, these are just puppets. They don't know pain, and injuries won't affect their strength unless they die. Otherwise, they will always be in a strong condition, so we can find their weaknesses."

The sword spirit said to Chen Yao.

"Swift Lightning Slash."

Suddenly, the Heaven Smiting Sword in Chen Yao's hand erupted with purple lightning. A huge crater appeared on the battlefield, and the twelve style gods were forced back by Chen Yao.

The powerful Supreme Yang Lightning attribute was the nemesis of all evil beings. Therefore, when Chen Yao unleashed the Swift Lightning Cut, it had a strong restraining effect on the twelve types of Divine Marionette.

Lightning rumbled within the arena. The twelve types of Deities dared not to advance forward. They could only surround Chen Yao.

The twelve types of Deities were the twelve early stage King's Realm experts, and their teamwork was extremely well coordinated. Fortunately, they were just puppets, so their intelligence was not as developed as a normal person's.

"Heart?"

Chen Yao used the Brilliant Sword Heart's ability to observe the flow of energy within his twelve types of Divine Body. He discovered that these puppets weren't like ordinary cultivators, using the dantian as the source of energy.

The power of the Twelve Styles came from the heart.

"Sword Drawing Arts."

Suddenly, Chen Yao drew his sword.

BOOM!

As the sword Qis raged on the battlefield, the power of the Heaven Severing Sword itself was extremely terrifying. Not to mention the fact that it had accumulated sword Qis in the Sword Nourishment Saber before suddenly erupting with astonishing power.

With the nourishment of the Sword Sheath, the amount and intensity of the Heaven Cleaving Sword Qi had increased by more than ten times.

And most importantly, the sword energy was extremely terrifying.

The moment Chen Yao had drawn his sword, the surrounding buildings had all collapsed, to the point where the area around them had been reduced to dust.

A milky white sword shadow slashed out in the direction of the Twelfth God.

BOOM!

As the sword's shadow moved forward, a ravine several meters wide and several feet deep appeared on the ground. Although Luo Jianxin was separated by a great distance, it was still extraordinary. This was sufficient to show Chen Yao's progress over this period of time.

Chen Yao had displayed such a powerful attack that even an Emperor Realm expert would not dare to receive it head on.

However, the twelve types of Deities were merely puppets. Master, Little Ye, had given them the order to kill Chen Yao. If that was the case, they would know that they had to kill Chen Yao.

When the sword qi was finished, they actually raised the katana in their hands and faced the sword qi head on.

"Crunch."

"Crunch."

"..."

The sounds of the twelve weapons shattering could be heard as they flew through the air in a sorry state.

BOOM!

The sword energies ruthlessly struck the twelve style gods' bodies, causing cracks to appear for miles around. The sound of the explosion wasn't any weaker than the clap of thunder.

Chen Yao immediately raised his sword and charged into the smoke.

Miserable screams rang out one after another.

When the dust settled, Chen Yao's figure appeared on the scene. At this moment, his entire body was covered with blood. His face was pale and on the verge of collapse. Evidently, he was extremely weak.

As for the twelve types of Deities, they were all lying on the ground in disorder. Aside from the numerous wounds on their bodies, a huge bloody hole had appeared in the chest of all the puppets.

"Why didn't they destroy their bodies?"

The sword spirit asked Chen Yao.

Chen Yao sat down on the ground and spread open his arms. In his hands were twelve blood-colored beads that he had taken out from the heart of the twelve types of deities.

"Twelve King's Realm puppets, I don't want to easily miss out on them. I want to keep them alive and then extract a method to control the puppets from Ono Lord's mouth."

The sword spirit was stunned.

"You really dare to think about it. How many lives would you have if you dared to scheme against a peak-level Emperor Stage powerhouse?"

Chen Yao did not say anything.

He put away the twelve puppets and hid inside a house. He took some healing medicine and began to adjust his breathing.

Before he could recover from his injuries, he suddenly heard the angry shouts of the rain of swords.

"All cultivators below the Emperor Realm, quickly retreat from Broken Sword City."

Chen Yao was shocked.

The sword rain had personally come to the Broken Sword City, moreover, its tone was one of impatience.

"Could it be that those ghosts have succeeded in releasing the thing that was suppressed by the broken sword altar?"

Chen Yao was shocked.

Hurriedly stopping his breathing, he flew up into the air.

Oh god?

Chen Yao was simply stupefied.

At this moment, the Broken Sword City could be said to be a purgatory of the human world.

The blood clouds in the sky were dark and the air was filled with a fishy stench. The scariest thing was that there was a gecko's neck, which was several hundred feet long. Furthermore, there were eight heads with dark red bodies.

As for the Broken Sword Plaza from before, it had already completely turned into a sea of blood. The monster was now standing in this sea of blood, battling fiercely with Jian Yu.

It was obvious that the sword rain was very taxing.

"Saint rank demon beast?"

Chen Yao guessed the other party's cultivation realm.

There were more than twenty Emperor Stage powerhouses fighting with the Sword Rain.

But this Monstrous Beast was truly too powerful. It was almost indestructible, and even the Great Sword of the Sword Rain could not break through its opponent's body.

One after another, the Emperor level experts fell into the mouth of the serpent.

"Bu Sheng Class Seal Barrier. Everyone, leave the Broken Sword City without a single person remaining."

Jian Yu frowned, and continued to give orders.

The Octadic Snake had been sealed for several hundred years, and had broken the seal today. Naturally, it was filled with rage, and its battle power would naturally skyrocket.

At present, there is no good way to subdue the Occult Snake, so the only choice is to set up a Holy Rank seal barrier and temporarily imprison the Occult Snake within Broken Sword City. "

The sword rain dragged the Octadic Snake away and everyone else retreated from the Broken Sword City as if their lives depended on it.

Even the Corpse Monsters began to run for their lives.

This was because the Octadic Snake did not have any rationality at all. It was just a mindless monster of a vicious beast that wanted to eat anything it could eat.

The first thing it did when it woke up was to eat the four Emperor Stage powerhouses.

"..."

Chen Yao did not dare to hesitate and rushed out of the Broken Sword City.

When he reached the southern city gate, Chen Yao suddenly stopped his flying figure and landed on the ground.

His face was ashen, and his aura was icy cold to the extreme.

He felt as if there was a pressure in his heart.

In front of him lay two people.

Strictly speaking, they were two incomplete people.