The first one to rush into the battle group was naturally Zhan Xin. As the valley master of Jiming Mountain, Zhan Xin also had a flying sword in his hand. The flying sword was more than one foot long and was held in his hand. Seeing a swordsman about the third grade of the sword on the opposite side urged the flying sword to fly towards him. With a wave of his hand, a sword shadow roared out from the flying sword and slashed straight towards him!

"Haha! You are actually gesturing the flying sword in front of my sword cultivator. Are you stupid?" The sword cultivator smiled. The flying sword is Rushuang, which is sealed on the sword shadow. The sword shadow freezes in the air like flying snow. With the sound of "scandium", the sword cultivator's flying sword quickly turned, and the sword shadow turned into pieces of broken animals and fell into the air!

At the same time, the sword cultivator's flying sword seemed to be stagnant, and it jumped like a flowing cloud, like a clever little swallow, passing by in the air, and in the blink of an eye it stabbed Zhan Xin's eyes...First,

"Silk!" Zhan Xin took a breath. He was good at using the flying sword, but he knew that he could not drive the flying sword so fast. This was not a problem with his strength, but the fundamental difference in practicing the flying sword.

However, Zhan Xin was not nervous at all. When the sword cultivator's flying sword approached, he waved his hand and the inconspicuous flying sword drew an extremely beautiful arc in the air, which was chopped on the sword cultivator's flying sword!

With a crisp "crack", the sword cultivator's flying sword was hit by the snake's head like a poisonous snake, and suddenly stopped in the air! More than that, Zhan Xin's sword paused slightly on the sword cultivator's flying sword, and then slid down again. The crisp sound showed a crack in the flying sword!

"Oh??" The sword cultivator was shocked, and then a mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth, with turmeric on his face! The sword cultivator's flying sword was sacrificed and refined. The flying sword was damaged. The sword cultivator's soul was naturally damaged. The sword cultivator was reversed, and the sword cultivator was injured in an instant!

"You!" Jian Xiu looked at Zhan Xin in shock, but before he could see clearly what was strange about Zhan Xin's flying sword, an unspeakable burning force came from around him, and there was a huge imprisonment force in the heat!

It was Zhan Xin who took advantage of the sword cultivator to activate the flying sword and threw out several secret yellow talismans. He took advantage of the surprise and was injured and suddenly activated. Moreover, when the flames around the sword cultivator rose, Zhan Xin showed a grim smile on his face and threw the flying sword out. While attacking the sword cultivator, his hands rubbed one after another, and various attack techniques were hit like hail!

At this time, the sword cultivator's weakness was exposed. The sword cultivator hurriedly retreated the flying sword, trying to block Zhan Xin's flying sword, and then spit out a small sword, hitting the magic tricks like a swimming fish!

However, it was only a spell and yellow talisman that broke through the "rumbling" vibration, the sword cultivator was surrounded by a ball of flames. In just a moment, the screams came from the fire ball, and a coke-like wreck fell from the air!

"Go!" Seeing this, Zhan Xin waved his hand, and the storage bag on his remaining body fell into his hand. His body kept jumping up. After flying again to a swordsman with only the cultivation of pregnant swords beside him!

There is almost no suspense!

The young swordsman was cut off by Zhan Xin in just one round, and even his body was cut off half!

Taiyi Green Light is indeed the golden energy of the premature death! It is sharp and extraordinary!

Looking at Han Bing again, it was also sharp and tight. Although the bamboo joint in his hand was on the 1st day, his opponent was not the sword cultivator yesterday. The bamboo joint rolled, like a continuous river flowing down. The sword cultivator broke one after another, but it seemed that he would never have a head!

The sword cultivator was about to sweat on his forehead, and the sword energy in his body was consumed very much!

"Kill!" But when Han Bing roared, the sword cultivator was shocked. Sure enough, Han Bing's bamboo joints suddenly increased, sucking the spiritual energy around him, and hitting the air like a giant tree pressing down!

The "huh" wind sounded extremely sharp and hit the sword cultivator's forehead!

"Go!" The sword cultivator did not retreat at all. He pinched the sword technique and the flying sword also surged, like an iron cone, and rushed into the air.

With a "puff" sound, the bamboo joints are easily broken by the flying sword, and the flying sword pierces into the bamboo joints!

However, Han Bing did not seem to be depressed, and even a smile appeared on his face!

"It's broken!" Jian Cultivator Daling woke up immediately, but he was late on the first day. The "puff" sound was dull, and an inch-long sword tip pierced the sword cultivator's sword element defense, and it was prominent from his chest, and there was still blood on the sword tip!

"How is this... possible?" Jian Xiu looked down at the extremely bright red tip of the sword. An incredible voice immediately fell from mid-air.

"Hehe, the sword cultivator has extremely powerful attack power, but how can he compare to the Taoist sect's methods?" Han Bing looked at the sword cultivator's corpse and sneered, "You only need to break the flying sword you are waiting for. What else do you have to rely on?"

Of course, this is easy to say, but it is indeed difficult to do. As the corpse of sword cultivator killed by Han Bing fell, there were also the corpses of several Jiming Mountain disciples. None of the corpses of these disciples were intact, all of which were broken arms and legs, and even several corpses were broken into several sections!

It's o, how can there be Taiyi Green Light among the magic weapons of ordinary monks? How can ordinary monks have more than two magic weapons?

These Jiming Mountain disciples, with a rainbow-like activate magic weapon, hitting the sword cultivator like a sea tide slamming the shore! The flying sword of the sword cultivator is like a light, and it is even more like a rugged rock standing in the tide, both sharp and strong. When the sea tide is shot, there are only broken water splashes, and only rugged rocks are left! The magic weapons of many Jiming Mountain monks have just flew out several feet before they were cut by the flying swords flying in the air. The waves of light flashed frequently, and countless pieces of magic weapon fragments fell colorfully! After the magic weapon, they naturally attacked the sharp flying sword in front of the monk in the blink of an eye! The sword light was so profound that it was like pieces of autumn light, killing the monks flying in the air like fallen leaves! The blood was like the frost red in the autumn leaves, burning the sky.

In just half a cup of tea, more than twenty Jimingshan disciples had been buried under the flying sword!

Seeing this situation, although Zhan Xin had just killed several sword cultivators, he was very anxious. According to Zhan Xin's thoughts, he had already explained to his disciples. These disciples had definitely seen blood. They first let them adapt to the fight, and then they formed a formation and used the combined attack technique to deal with the sword cultivator. But who would have thought that as soon as they came into contact, the disciples of Jimingshan collapsed, and the previous drill was long behind. Even a Qi-refining disciple from the Qiqiao Sect died in the fight.

As a last resort, Zhan Xin waved his sleeves, and a loud "Peng" sounded, and a signal flew into the sky. Zhan Xin had to send out the signal that had been created! This signal was half an hour earlier!

When the Jiming Mountain entered Jiming Mountain, they immediately felt a trembling heart. All the disciples' figures flew naturally, and their spiritual thoughts swept to the disciples around them. More than a dozen disciples with similar cultivation were gathered together to form a well-organized formation. After 10% of the formation, these disciples also activated magic power in a rhythmic manner. Various magic weapons rose at the same time, and smashed towards the sword cultivator in front of them! The same magic power fluctuations gathered together, and the power of various magic weapons and the light condensed into one place, which immediately condensed the previous uneven attacks into one. The attack power of the Qi-refining disciples chased the foundation building directly, and the attack of the disciples in the early stage of foundation building was directly chased the foundation building middle stage!

Instantly, on the entire battlefield, thirty or forty such formations launched the most powerful attacks of Jiming Mountain!

"Hahaha~" Zhan Xin laughed, and the flying sword in his hand flew out, shouting, "I will declare war on the sword cultivator today. Let's see what the sword cultivator is capable of!"

"As you wish!" Zhan Xin's shouting had not yet landed. A flying sword like a bright sun rushed into the air. When many sword cultivators saw the flying sword, they quickly retreated and quickly widened the distance between themselves and Jimingshan disciples. Then they actually formed a team of swordsmen in various costumes like Jimingshan monks, forming dozens of teams. Although the number of entry of each team is different, they can wait for the flying swords of these swordsmen to fly out at the same time. The styles of those flying swords are different and the power is also different. They can condense into dozens of huge flying swords, the same fast, the same wind sounds, the same sword light flashes, and the same magic weapon attacked by Jimingshan disciples!

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom..." Almost one after another, continuous sounds were continuous, shaking the entire Jiming Mountain. The power of the air waves gradually raised the snowflakes on the ground, covering the end of the day with layers of snow white!

"o~~o~~~" After fighting against the magic weapon, he screamed. Some of them were flying swords but not magic weapons, and some were magic weapons but not flying swords. In either case, blood splattered everywhere, dyeing the snow mist into blood mist. The blood mist ignited the air on the side of Jiming Mountain... The blood flowers were like flames again!

The battle is so fierce and blood has spread throughout the battlefield. Cui Hongshen is facing tremendous pressure like the disciples of Yulei Sect!

There were only ten disciples of the Yulei Sect, and they flew out late, so they slightly deviated from the main battlefield. They were also several low-level swordsmen with bright swords and pregnant swordsmen! Cui Hongshen was flying in front at this time, and two thunder beads were flying in front of him like jumping notes. Seeing a swordsman with bright swordsman flew over with blood marks, he did not dare to be careless at all. As the magic tricks were activated, the thunder beads touched and thunder lighted, and quickly hit the flying sword!

Thunder and lightning are the nemesis of the flying sword. The lightning instantly swallowed the entire flying sword, and a trace of electricity lingered in the flying sword. The swordsman in the distance trembled rapidly, and the expression on his face was extremely ugly!

"Fight" Stanley Cui was overjoyed, and once again activated the thunder bead, flying to the swordsman again, trying to take the opportunity to kill him! But the swordsman pinched the sword technique in his hand, and the lightning was shining on the flying sword, which actually swallowed up the entire thunder and lightning. The flying sword flew up again and stabbed Cui Hongshen's body directly!

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Chapter completed!