Seeing that Han Jiaojiao had fallen into his hands, there was no longer any breath, and the Sunset True Swordsman let out a low roar.

I saw that Han Jiaojiao's face was completely black at this time, and a small black arrow pierced his throat, bringing out a thick black-purple bruise, which had begun to become viscous and condensed, and the pupils in his two eyes had already been dilated, and he had already died, but the poison of this small black arrow had not had time to spread throughout his body before Han Jiaojiao completely fell.

Owl arrows.

At this moment, the poisonous arrow that killed Han Jiaojiao on the spot without any true yuan or aura fluctuations was the unique secret weapon that Ni Suanqiu had touched from the monks of the Black Eagle Gate in Xingyue City before, the Xiao Xiao Arrow.

It was precisely because of this poisonous arrow, when it was fired, there was no aura fluctuation, so the sunset real person below did not notice it for a while, and it was not until Han Jiaojiao's cold body fell into his hands that he knew that Ni Suanqiu had wiped out the deputy sect master of the Sword Spirit Sect in Shura Mountain.

"Boy, you still have to play this kind of trick in my hands, you are so bold! Today, if I don't break you into thousands of pieces, how can my Ran Swordsman gain a foothold in the cultivation realm?" Ran Swordsman almost gritted his teeth, and after muttering such a sentence to the void above, he immediately surged with golden light under his feet, and immediately turned into a golden light, chasing towards the Yin Yang Mountain suspended above a gray light dome.

It can be seen that there are a lot of clouds and qi rolling above Swordsman Ran's head, and the coercion of the divine consciousness brought out under the huge rage is also unimaginable, and the several disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect who came to respond are completely unable to move. Then, with a stroke of one hand, he shot a golden long sword that was more than a foot long, hitting the bottom of the mountain of Yin Yang Mountain, sending out a series of crackling sounds, and many huge mountain rocks fell down.

The golden light long sword, the sword and the sword all have the power of the Dao level, how can such a momentum not make people afraid. It's a pity that at this moment, Ni Suanqiu is no longer at the bottom of the Yin Yang Mountain, and has quietly soared, passing through a misty cloud of white clouds and mist, and climbing to the top of one of the Yin Yang Mountains.

"Damn, it's so big~!"

"That's right, why is there such a big flat land on the top of the mountain here? Could it be that the mountain gate of their Sword Spirit Sect has been relocated and entrenched here?"

I saw that as soon as I flew up one of the Yin Yang Mountains, Ni Suanqiu and Brother Red Bull were all extremely shocked and shouted, because this mysterious mountain suspended above the gray light dome was extremely flat above, and it was also quite broad, not at all from below, only one or two hundred zhang in size, and its real area was one or two thousand zhang square, which was completely enough for a small and medium-sized sect to come here to build a temple and open a mountain gate.

At this moment, if the Sword Spirit Sect and the Sunset True Man were completely open, and all the monks below could come up here to fight, it would be enough to accommodate thousands of monks.

Because, when I looked at the top from the bottom before, I only felt that the top was only two or three hundred zhang in size, and I didn't think there was anything, but after I really climbed up, it was a completely different scene, which also made Ni Suanqiu stunned, and he was slightly stalemate for a breath or two.

It can be seen that the entire suspended mountain is paved with a zigzag stone that fits each other one after another, and its color is just half black and half white, which seems to be chaotic at first glance, but if you look closely, it is natural, as if these mountain stones and stones originally came from here, and the building materials for the establishment of this square and the tower are directly excavated from the mountain stones, and then, directly according to the original mountain stone texture, the seal is carved into this magical pattern.

And look around, there is an endless gray dome of light below, only a gray and white ancient tower, built in the middle of the black and white yin and yang mountain, is shining with a very magical, dark green, black and gray rune brilliance.

Dengxian Pavilion.

Here, in the middle of the place, the building where it stands is the Dengxian Pavilion that many elite disciples and sect elders of the Sword Spirit Sect are trying to protect, which is a symbol of identity and power. On weekdays, the elders and sect masters of the Sword Spirit Sect would often come here in person to observe this magical gray dome of light and study the huge prohibition that the ancient monks had missed.

Generally speaking, in previous years' Dharma Fighting Conference, the monks who were able to come here had experienced thousands of lives and deaths, and they were all heroes among people. And at this moment, at the top of this Dengxian Pavilion, there is actually an elder of the Sword Spirit Sect with an extremely wooden face, and two younger true disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect, with one hand facing up, holding a black cauldron like a defensive magic weapon with a diameter of at least one person high, its appearance shows a strange rune the size of a gray dragon bone brick, and there are many dim yellow inscriptions flashing in it, and under the true yuan infusion, it will shoot out a black and simple streamer, on its surface, surging up and down, flowing endlessly, like a lampshade, completely protecting the Dengxian Pavilion below。

"Whoosh~!"

I saw that just when Ni Suanqiu was stunned, in the Dengxian Pavilion in front of him, there were more than a dozen elite disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect, and more than a dozen cyan long sword-like streamers were struck, all of which hit the direction where Ni Suanqiu was.

"Bang Bang Bang~!"

In an instant, the brown defensive robe that Ni Suanqiu was wearing sent out a gray blade of light, forming a tidal wave, like a black giant wall, blocking the spell bombardment of these dozen or so elite disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect at once.

"Hmph, all the disciples listen to the order, in the hands of this madman, there is an offensive magic weapon of the Bing Dao level, which is extremely sharp, the disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect, do not go out of the Dengxian Pavilion for half a step, do not easily shoot any spells and magic weapons, save the true yuan and physical strength, take turns to make this Rakshasa basin, and protect the important place of my Sword Spirit Sect Dengxian Pavilion. ”

As soon as he gave an order, Ni Suanqiu saw clearly that the three monks sitting cross-legged and slowly rotating above were among them a slightly old and somewhat wooden elder, who was the person in power of the Sword Spirit Sect, and the elder in charge of punishment could not leave.

At this moment, the large black iron cauldron that he was envoying would emit a simple black streamer, resisting the attacks of the magic light of all sides.

Rakshasa Basin.

It turned out that this huge defensive magic weapon flowing with an ancient black halo was called the Rakshasa Basin.

"Whoosh!"

Ni Suanqiu didn't think much about it at all, so he directly took off the sky-breaking cold moon on his back, and a feather arrow shot out, instantly hitting the Rakshasa basin, wanting to shoot down this defensive magic weapon.

However, Ni Suanqiu's powerful ice feather arrow, hit the Rakshasa basin, but it could only cut a fist-sized opening, and the ice blue crescent moon followed closely, and it could only make the Rakshasa basin tremble, shake it, and could not directly shoot it down, and in an instant, all the power seemed to be absorbed by this Rakshasa basin, and as the monks inside continued to inject true yuan into the magic weapon like the big black cauldron, the Dengxian Pavilion in front of it was completely shrouded in a black and simple rhyme streamer。

"Hehehe, it's useless. Your Excellency's Dao-level magic weapon, although it is extremely sharp, but my sect's heavy treasure Rakshasa basin magic weapon is not weak, and it can just resist the blow of Dao-level power. Unless, in your hand, there is another Dao-level magic weapon, and it can be fired at the same time in a row with this magic weapon, otherwise, with your cultivation supernatural power, you will not be able to break the powerful defense of my ancient Rakshasa basin at all. ”

You couldn't leave with his eyes closed, his divine sense let go with all his strength, and said in a faint voice, he didn't care if Ni Suanqiu had a companion or if there were other hidden masters. Immediately afterwards, he saw that he was inseparable and urged Zhen Yuan with all his strength, and together with the other two True Transmission disciples who were in the same realm, he raised this Rakshasa basin magic weapon to resist the siege of Ni Suanqiu and other sect monks from all directions.

"Damn, a bunch of turtle bastards, all of them are shrinking inside and refusing to come out!" Seeing that his broken sky and cold moon couldn't penetrate it, Ni Suanqiu was also a little annoyed, and grinned and scolded in a low voice.

"Hey, Elder You, right? Do you dare to come out and fight with me alone? I said, all the monks of your Sword Spirit Sect are waste, they are all useless big turtle eggs, and they only know how to hide in a turtle shell, and they don't have the guts to come out and compete with me!"

There was no way, so Ni Suanqiu tried to use the radical method.

"Hahahaha, the afterlife is terrifying, it is really the afterlife is terrifying! Your Excellency's supernatural powers and courage are also admired by the subordinates, and you actually dare to make trouble in the fighting method conference of my Sword Spirit Sect, and moreover, you have also annoyed the senior monk Ran of the Jindan period in public, hehehe, if my guess is correct, Your Excellency should not have much time left, right?"

"Boy, he's right, time is running out, you have to find a way to get out quickly. That blue gourd-shaped magic weapon, we'll wait for the long term next time. Seeing that the plan failed, the Red Bull brother immediately urged.

"Huh, huh?"

However, Ni Suanqiu let out a sneer, and the Void-Breaking Cold Moon in his hand shook it again, and another dark green arrow feather shot out of his hand, and, almost at the same time, he immediately swiped with one hand, shooting a series of missing moons towards the Dengxian Pavilion in front of him.

"Ahh Seeing Ni Suanqiu doing this, Brother Red Bull let out a hoarse exclamation.

"Boom, pop, pop!"

I saw that, as expected by Brother Red Bull, the gray tower in front of him was instantly separated by Ni Suanqiu's Column Missing Moon, and immediately collapsed, and dozens of elite disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect had already been annihilated in the terrifying power of this gray-black crescent moon before they could see what was happening in front of them.

With a snap, the black Rakshasa basin also rolled down into the square, and the two true disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect, as well as the Elder of the Execution, were only half of their bodies left, and they fell on a pile of gray rubble with broken bricks and tiles, and there was no possibility of surviving.