The sword radiance shone.

Every sword was like lightning. Almost instantly after Fang Zhengzhi caught Dao Hun's Sword, they reached Fang Zhengzhi at the same time.

"Scram!" A cold yell was heard.

Meanwhile, almost a hundred bolts of purple lightning rose into the sky like purple dragons, producing loud whistles of dragons.

It was a terrifying scene.

The thunder boomed.

The purple thunderous dragons wound themselves around the bodies of the elders of the Yin Yang Hall and tore their robes with their sharp teeth.

Boom!

Boom!

"…"

Bolts of lightning struck from the sky and hit the different elders, causing them to collapse to the ground.

This scene made Dao Hun surprised and angry at the same time.

He was surprised because he did not believe that "Meng Tian" was so powerful. He was angry because he could sense a sneer from Meng Tian's faze when the bolts of lightning struck the elders.

Crack! The sword in Dao Hun's hand was snapped into two and he saw a silvery-white radiance