This guy stared at Zhang Jun straight.

"That kid uses peerless swordsmanship!" Yang Shalang provoked a wicked laugh at the corner of his mouth, flew up, and rushed towards Zhang Jun.

If Zhang Jun had made a move on the monsters just now, they would definitely have to die a lot, which meant that the Fenghai Sword Sect could still be saved, and Yang Shalang certainly couldn't let Zhang Jun succeed easily.

The huge black demon qi was concentrated in Yang Shalang's body and around him, and rushed towards Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun's heart tightened, he didn't expect that Yang Shalang's cultivation was above the seventeenth order, this was a little scary!

He didn't know that Yang Shalang was this person, Zhang Jun cast a spell to call those little swords, and rushed directly towards Yang Shalang!

Of course, Zhang Jun knew very well in his heart, he was afraid that he would not be able to beat this guy, but he had to try hard, and he couldn't extinguish his momentum.

Yang Shalang's high cultivation, even if Zhang Jun knows peerless swordsmanship, he is not an opponent of others.

The group of swords rushed directly towards Yang Shalang, and the black demon qi around Yang Shalang turned into a black enchantment in minutes to resist the attacks of those swords.

I couldn't help but hear the crunch sound of 'clanging'.

Before the swords could touch Yang Shalang himself, they were knocked out by the black demon qi around Yang Shalang.

The east gate blows north and is shocked when he sees this.

"Zhang Jun, you better save your worries, you are not my opponent. Yang Shalang was proud.

At the same time, Yang Shalang made a move and rushed towards Zhang Jun.

A move hit Zhang Jun's back, Zhang Jun couldn't dodge, he was hit directly, flew straight down, hit the ground heavily, and almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

Yang Shalang didn't care about Zhang Jun's life or death anymore, he only used eight success forces just now, but these eight success forces were enough to beat Zhang Jun to the point that the law qi in his body was disordered, and his internal organs were shattered.

Yang Shalang was sure that even if Zhang Jun had peerless swordsmanship, he would have to finish it.

At this time, Zhang Jun, after landing heavily, only felt that his whole body hurt terribly, his chest hurt so badly, not to mention, he felt that his limbs were unconscious and he couldn't move.

That old guy just now was so powerful that he beat himself to half-crippled in one move!

When Yang Shalang attacked him, Zhang Jun didn't have any chance to fight back, he only felt that his back could no longer move.

However, fortunately, the soul black spirit liquid in the body is not a big deal, Zhang Jun said secretly, thanks to the soul black spirit liquid, otherwise, it would be over.

If it was Zhang Jun back then, he would have finished playing at that moment.

Zhang Jun was very anxious, the situation of the Fenghai Sword Sect was very tricky now, and he had to cheer up.

Zhang Jun began to struggle to sit up and adjust his breathing, running all his mana, and it was imperative that he began to heal his wounds.

……

At this time, the battle within the Wind Sea Sword Sect was still continuing, but it was almost over.

The east gate blows north to kill the red eye, he is covered in a large piece of black blood, and he can't tell what is on the other side.

There was only one thought in his mind now, and that was to kill monsters and keep his Fenghai Sword Sect.

However, the situation is not good, the number of monsters is constantly increasing, and there is no end to killing.

Moreover, the worst thing is that the masters of the Wind Sea Sword Sect are extremely reduced.

The corpses of the masters of the Fenghai Sword Sect looked extremely desolate in the night wind, and they were in a mess, and the heart of Dongmen Fubei was very uncomfortable and tangled.

At this time, the masters of the Wind Sea Sword Sect were only a third of them, it was too miserable, they were still insisting on fighting, their robes were full of black blood, they were panting, struggling to protect the east gate and blowing north, and constantly rushing to kill those monsters.

These people are very backbone, they can't hold the sword in their hands, and they are still resisting, in order to protect the Fenghai Sword Sect.

Everyone wants to live well, and these cultivators are the same, everyone knows very well, and they are afraid that they will die here today.

For the Fenghai Sword Sect, they are willing.

"Get out of here, everybody!" ordered Dongmen Fubei, who didn't want anyone to die.

If you fight like this again, there is no point, it's just a death, it's better to leave first and find other support, that's how Dongmen Fubei thinks about it.

The masters looked at the east gate and blew north, and their eyes were very complicated.

They are all people who have cultivated in the Fenghai Sword Sect since birth, and they have a strong affection for the Fenghai Sword Sect, of course, they can't watch the Fenghai Sword Sect perish.

Therefore, they were born in the Fenghai Sword Sect and died for the Fenghai Sword Sect, it was worth it.

These people are really affectionate and righteous people, Dongmen Chuibei knows everyone's intentions, and his eyes can't help but flash tears with emotion.

Several masters told Dongmen to blow north to leave first, and several of them were here to defend against the monsters.

Dongmen Fubei was helpless, so he had to agree to come down and clench his fists: "Take care, everyone!"

After speaking.

Dongmen Fubei turned around and ran away, he had no choice, and at the same time he wanted to fight monsters with these people, he had more critical things to do than this, so he had to withdraw.

If these monsters rushed into the Fenghai Sword Sect, the other disciples would probably not be able to escape, so Dongmen Fubei had to protect those people.

"Whoa!" the monsters roared and rushed towards several masters.

"Kill these monsters!" They looked like they were at home, without the slightest fear, although they were already scarred, they were desperately protecting the Fenghai Sword Sect.

However, as expected, these masters were soon killed by the monsters who surrounded them, and in this way, so many masters before the Fenghai Sword Sect were all killed by the monsters, one word: miserable!

The corpses were all over the ground, and the blood was flowing like a river, and in the moonlight, it looked so desolate that it made people gasp.

The corpses of the masters and the monsters all lay in the square, sleeping forever.

Seeing this, Yang Shalang's expression was cold, it was not interested in death, it only felt that these corpses were just chess pieces.

Yang Shalang stood on a high place and looked at everything that happened, and he knew everything in his heart.

Suddenly, Zhongsun Wubian appeared, holding the sword in his hand, and flew out on the opposite side of Yang Shalang.

At this time, Zhongsun Wubian was no longer the old man before, he had his hands behind his back, he had a master's demeanor, his eyes were a little wiser, and his waist was straight.

This is the manifestation of cultivation and improvement.

Zhongsun's boundless sword exuded a powerful sword aura, and his body was full of mana.

Yang Shalang looked at Zhongsun Wubian, who had changed greatly, and smiled slightly, it was a little interesting, just now Zhongsun Wubian was still at a high-level level.

Now it has exceeded the immortal level, which is really unexpected.

Zhongsun Wubian looked at the corpses of those disciples of his Fenghai Sword Sect, his eyes moved slightly, his heart was complicated, and an urge to cry struck.

"You shameless, the Fenghai Sword Sect has no grudges with you, you black monster, why do you want to go against my Fenghai Sword Sect?"

"Hmph, who said that you can't touch your Fenghai Sword Sect without a grudge!"