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The sword formation was constructed by three people at the same time. If one person was missing, the sword formation would no longer exist. This was what the organization structure was all about. It was connected in a circle and affected everything in its path. As long as there was a problem in one of the areas, it would affect the overall situation. A person had died, and so had the sword formation.

The sword formation was naturally broken by Yi Tian, but Yi Tian had also paid a price. The injuries on his body were proof of this. Yi Tian had also risked his injuries to break the sword formation.

If he couldn't break the sword formation, it would be like a beast trapped in a trap. He had to give up his advantage and be constrained. There were still some experts who had yet to step down. What if everyone attacked together? At that time, if he was still in the sword formation, he would have been beaten to death.

After Yi Tian had sent his saber flying, the flaw on the sword formation was also the location where the blade had penetrated the person's chest. Yi Tian then flew forward and pulled out the bloody blade on the ground.

He pulled out his saber and glanced at the dead man from the Hidden Sword Valley. This man was actually the one who had answered him.

If he had a choice, Yi Tian wouldn't break the spell from here. But in such a critical situation, Yi Tian couldn't afford to delay. Yi Tian could only find a random direction and throw out his saber with all his might.

Everyone ignored his question. Someone who could respond to it, even if it was just one person, surpassed everyone else.

The martial arts world had ignored it from the moment the Death Gate was established.

When other famous sects were established, what grand opening ceremony would they have? They would call upon all their fellow martial brothers and sisters, send out invitations to the world, announce the establishment of a sect, and announce the establishment of a sect.

When the Killing Sect was established, apart from a few brothers who risked their lives to follow them, there was nothing else that they were willing to do.

No one from the martial arts world had come to congratulate him, and Yi Tian had never thought of getting a sect opening ceremony or anything like that. Yi Tian knew in his heart that everyone in this world knew that the sect had been established.

What he'd felt in his heart at the time was that a shadow sect like the sect wasn't something that everyone in the world needed to know, only the hearts of the people.

So, he did not make a move. So, he did not care if there were people who came to congratulate him. He only felt that the establishment of the Door of Death was already extremely good.

In fact, almost all the sects in the martial world knew about it, but not many people in the world knew about it.

Yi was born for the sake of the martial arts world. The martial arts world had already acknowledged the existence of death in their hearts.

He had thought that everyone in the world needed a sect like this.

Who knew that at this moment, Yi Tian would suddenly realize what a transcendent being! What does it mean to be in the dark? What ten steps to kill a person, what thousand miles of unstoppable travel?

Did the martial arts world ever face the face of death in the first place!?

Had the martial arts world ever heard of the sound of death?

Did the martial arts world know that there was a sect that was carrying a heavy burden while advancing forward for justice!?

No one responded to his question, they just wanted to kill him.

Actually, others didn't care about his question at all.

Yi Tian clenched his dagger and gritted his teeth.

Who is he...

And what is that door of death...

His ideals, his persistence, what was that …

Something that he valued so much!

He had to get a clear answer no matter what!

In the eyes of others, it was nothing!

Yi Tian started bleeding from the sword wound on his body, while his leg was in pain from the swing of the rod. The sword qi on his back caused many wounds … Nothing would make him angry.

He had long since trained himself to be a person without emotions. He only wanted to keep his heart calm when killing someone.

However, at this moment, he was enraged. It wasn't that his cultivation wasn't high enough, nor was it that his state of mind wasn't high enough.

He was truly cold-blooded, especially so.

In order to assassinate a person, disciples from the same sect died without a frown. In order to kill a person, disciples from the same sect would be left behind if they were injured.

Everything was for the ideal.

He saw himself as a blade, a blade that killed for all the chivalrous men who did not want to kill, a blade that killed for all those who yearned for equality and hatred for power.

But now, everything made him extremely angry. It made him wish that he was dead.

Yi Tian roared, "Killing your own family and others! For many years, you did not hesitate to stain your own blood with your own hands and kill others!" It was all for the stability of the martial world, for the stability of the world, for the existence of laws and justice! "But what about you?!"

"You eight great sects, your entire martial arts world! What did you all do for us to kill off the gate!? "

"So the things we did turned out to be worthless!"

"Do you think we long for the dead?"

"You think that the people who killed our sect are perverts?"

"We only have some things, more than life!"

Yi Tian sheathed her blade behind her and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes again.

Since he had already said everything, he couldn't be bothered to ask any more questions.

He actually wanted to ask, if he died, would he be able to resolve this grudge in the martial arts world, and would he be able to save the lives of the people in the world a little bit.

But now he didn't want to ask.

There was nothing to say, only the last words.

Yi was born with a folding knife in his hand.

His figure flew over, and the saber in his hand, covered in inner energy, became pitch black at the same time. It looked like a blade made of black pearls.

His body formed a line and left behind a few afterimages. Yi Tian seemed to have split himself into several people who existed at the same time.

The Nine Serenities Sect's boxer threw a punch with his fist, and the afterimage disappeared. The next afterimage had already been created.

There were no more than six of them.

When one is about to dissipate, another place will create a new afterimage.

The highest level of Qing Gong that Yi Tian had learned.

The second and second seas were born in the day and night, and the third was collected by Huanzhou.

Flashes of light and shadows danced in the air. This was the reason why the river water of the Crippled Night interacted with each other.

Having lost the sword formation's limitations, Easily Innate was no longer a match for him.

Not a bird flapping its wings, he was just a light breeze drifting on the boat. In this world, there was nothing that could trap him anymore.

The little sword god from Mount Kunlun bellowed, "Pretentious!"

Sword Qi swirled around the little sword deity from Mount Kunlun as he pointed the sword in his hand at the ground.

The Sword of Mount Kunlun was a heavy killing move. It was a violent and unstoppable move!

What was in front of him was a mountain, so he opened it! What was blocking in front of him was water, so he stopped the flow! When Immortals blocked it, they would behead them!

With a single sword strike, he would kill anyone who blocked him!

When the little sword of Mount Kunshan struck out, its power shook the heavens and earth. The staff techniques of Mount Kunlun probably came from this type of sword!

On the peak of the mountain, the sword intent was mixed. Everyone's comprehension was different, ever-changing!

Above Mount Kunlun, there was only one path forward! Only one sword strike would leave him no problems!

The sword was unsheathed! It was a killing move! Taking the sword out of the scabbard, he broke through all obstacles, wholeheartedly and wholeheartedly. A thousand miles straight to the Yellow River!

When the Little Sword God unleashed his sword technique, everyone could not help but sigh in amazement. A sword intent that was indomitable in its advance was the true path of the sword!

The Flowermont Swordsmanship was unrivalled, but the sword style was unpredictable and unpredictable, not really in the realm of the Sword God.

He was unstoppable, unstoppable, unstoppable! The Sword of Mount Kunlun, never looking back! He just needed to cut through all obstacles! He only needed to destroy everything!

"Easily born! Accept your death! "

Yi was a wind that could not be found anywhere. Mount Kunlun was the sword that never turned back!