Qin Tianzheng was about to raise his sword and beat the water dog.

But at this moment, an iron pen stabbed obliquely into his temple from the left side, and it was the jade-faced fox stepping on the wind shadow, and his body was extremely fast, like a streamer.

"Humph!"

Qin Tian snorted coldly, suddenly retracted his sword, turned the thorn into a sweep, and stirred up a sword qi like a waning moon, which was divided into two, and then divided into four, and in the end, the sword qi in the sky was flying like snowflakes.

"Boom"

In front of the jade-faced fox, there was a snowflake-like sword qi, overwhelming, so that he had no way to dodge at all, so he could only try his best to urge the spiritual power, and kept swinging his brush, creating a blue shadow light curtain in front of him one after another, trying to cut off the path of countless sword qi.

However, even if it was just a sword that Qin Tian waved casually, it was still not something that the jade-faced fox could contend with.

These blue shadow light curtains, in front of Sen Han's sword qi, were like blank sheets of paper, no matter how many they were, they couldn't withstand the piercing of the sharp blade.

Under just one illuminated surface, the light curtain was already full of holes, leaking air everywhere, and the wear and tear of the sword qi was almost negligible.

The jade-faced fox was so frightened that he didn't even care about his demeanor as a Jindan Realm, and hugged him together, protecting the vital point in order to reduce the contact area with the sword qi.

At the same time, he drummed up his spiritual power and rolled up a storm, intending to slightly deflect the trajectory of the sword qi that came to his side.

I have to say that his move was very unelegant, but it was very effective, after the sword qi crossed, he did not see any other fatal injuries except for his clothes being torn and a few cuts on his skin.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief and enjoy the taste of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, Qin Tian's ghost-like figure had reached three feet in front of him, and he could almost cut off his head with a sword.

Fortunately, at this time, Yan Hong had already retrieved the long knife, and the true qi in his body was bubbling and boiling, and he swept out a knife gang and stopped between Qin Tian and the jade-faced fox.

The jade-faced fox also took advantage of this opportunity, stepped on the wind shadow step, and escaped to thirty zhang away.

Qin Tian is really depressed, these three guys are worthy of being old fritters who have been mixed with the rivers and lakes for many years, they are really slippery, and the tricks such as encircling Wei to save Zhao and attacking the east and west are even more magical.

After all, it should have been nearly half of the time, and it seems that you have to use some real skills, in case you really let them survive for ten minutes, they will lose face.

Qin Tian's heart moved, and the four elephant imprints above the golden pill gradually came out, lingering around the golden pill, spinning non-stop.

Qin Tian's aura began to skyrocket, approaching the late stage of Jindan, and the space he was in began to distort slightly, so that his face became a little blurred.

The spiritual power overflowed, and the long sword in his hand became an outlet for the spiritual power, buzzing and trembling, rippling up a circle of ripple-like ripples, and his body shook, leaving pieces of afterimage, sweeping straight towards Yan Hong, who was closest to him, and slashed at the head with a sword.

Seeing this, Yan Hong was shocked, and hurriedly raised the knife with both hands, across the top of his head.

"When"

The swords clashed, and the sound was clear.

Yan Hong gritted his teeth fiercely, the green tendons in the corners of his forehead were exposed, and he didn't care that it would hurt the roots, completely ignited the true qi and qi and blood in his body, and spread to his whole body with the momentum of a spark.

However, with little effect.

When the huge force attacked, Yan Hong's spine suddenly bent like a shrimp, most of his calves fell into the ground, and even a gap was broken out on the blade.

Although the material of this ghost-headed broadsword is not bad, it can still only be regarded as the category of mortal soldiers, compared with the spiritual soldiers with spiritual qualities, it is simply a beggar meeting the emperor.

"When"

Before Yan Hong could take a breath, the second sword had already arrived, and his face was red, his body still sank involuntarily, and the gap on the blade had a tendency to expand.

"When"

"When"

"When"

The sound of sword clashing came and went, and the shock made people's ears hurt.

In the end, the ghost head broadsword was completely broken into two, and half of Yan Hong's body was already deep in the ground, unable to move at all.

At this time, there was a vicious wind howling behind Qin Tian, and Wei Xiao had temporarily suppressed his injuries, and urged the flying sword to attack again, not to hurt the enemy, but to buy Yan Hong a little respite and let him escape from the dead.

"Want to do this again?!"

Qin Tian's pupils condensed slightly, this time he didn't turn his head back, and a majestic white tiger phantom appeared after it.

The white tiger raised its head and roared, spitting out an extremely pure Gengjin meaning, condensing into two golden flying swords, meeting the sword transformed by Wei Xiao's eyes.

"Ding, Ding"

Two silver swords, one in front of the other, were blown out.

The White Tiger Phantom also suddenly exerted its strength at this time, caught up with one of the silver swords, opened its mouth violently, and with a "rattle" sound, it was bitten into several pieces, and then "rumbled" and swallowed into its stomach.

"Ahh

Wei Xiao screamed again and again, several times more terrible than before, as if he had suffered capital punishment in the world.

The silver sword was transformed by his eyes, connected with his flesh and blood, and the breaking of the flying sword was equivalent to a familiar shattering to him, and the taste could be imagined.

On the other side, Qin Tian's expression suddenly turned cold, and he stepped out, narrowing the last bit of distance between him and Yan Hong, and slammed his palm into a fist, causing a wave of qi to drum, and then hit him directly on the forehead.

Suddenly, Qin Tian seemed to remember something, slightly retracted fifty percent of his strength, pressed his fist down, and changed the target from his forehead to his chest.

Rao was like this, Yan Hong was inevitably beaten back ten zhang away, and his lower body ploughed a ravine in the ground.

He coughed up blood, his head drooped to the side, the brilliance in his eyes was dim, and his breath was like a gossamer, but there was still a trace of life left, and he should not be able to die for a while.

Qin Tian was moved by Yan Hong's sword technique that dared to fight against Tianwei, and at the last moment, he decided to spare his life first, planning to slowly pry open his mouth and force him out later.

The heart veins were shattered, and the physique of a martial artist in the Golden Body Realm was not enough to be fatal, but for a long time, I am afraid that I would not be able to move even a finger.

Qin Tian pulled the half-dead Yan Hong out of the ground, threw it far away at Han Bing's feet, and said, "Help me take care of him first, and then I have something to ask!"

Han Bing nodded and didn't ask anything more.

Immediately, Qin Tian turned around and flew straight towards Wei Xiao with his sword.

The White Tiger Phantom completely restrained Wei Xiao's flying sword technique, he didn't dare to take risks, and hurriedly recalled the flying sword.

The flying sword was destroyed, and his left eye socket was only a black hole, which continued to ooze blood, which was extremely terrifying.

The flying sword technique at the bottom of the box has become a burden, and if Wei Xiao's strength is cut in half, under the attack of the White Tiger Phantom, he has no power to parry, so he has to be exhausted and run away.

At this time, seeing Qin Tian's murderous spirit, Wei Xiao was even more frightened, and he hurriedly shouted: "I admit defeat!"

Qin Tian's speed did not slow down by half a point because of this, he grinned the corners of his lips and said, "I don't accept it!"

Putting out the sword and closing the sword, only in the moment when Qin Tian and Wei Xiao rubbed shoulders, the movements were so fast that people couldn't really see it.

The next moment, a slender line of blood suddenly appeared on Wei Xiao's neck, and with a burst of blood mist, his head separated.