That blazing light slashed at the old man with the sword. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the void, the green lotus, which emitted an incomparably dazzling cold light, was gradually closing.

All the power converges into one giant sword.

Those fluttering green lotuses continued to turn into subtle streamers and melt into the blazing light.

There was a hint of solemnity in the expression of the old man with the sword.

This moment.

He felt a powerful force, as if the sword of Bodhidharma was hanging above his head, ready to fall at any time, starting from the top of his head and piercing his body from top to bottom.

The eighteen swords rippling in the void suddenly erupted with terrifying might.

Converge into a stream.

A huge stegosaurus suddenly erupted with terrifying power, crushing the void.

Rumble!

The huge aftermath suddenly swept in all directions.

In an instant, the void was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The forty-eight disciples who formed the sword formation, together with Ye Xia, flew backwards and backwards.

Each one was soaked in blood.

The body of the old man with the sword fell to his knees, and the tiny beads of blood on his body continued to drip down, and the whole body continued to tremble.

Ye Xia staggered to his feet.

"Senior...... We're still capable of something, right?"

A smile appeared on Ye Xia's blood-stained face, and the sword in his hand pointed at the old man with the obsessive sword.

The old man of the sword slowly raised his head, looked at Ye Xia with a hint of a smile, and said in a cold tone: "The ability is really a little bit, but it's a pity, that's all." ”

The words fell.

The disciples of the Sword Sect who fell to the ground exploded and died one after another.

Ye Xia's expression was pale, and in his body, the powerful sword qi was actually raging, destroying the five internal organs in his body.

"Do you really think that my stunning eighteen swords are so easy to take?"

The old man of the sword said slowly.

Ye Xia stared at the old man with a sword, suppressed the tumbling strong sword qi in his body, showed a smile in his expression, and said softly: "Do you really think that it is so vulnerable to forming a large array at the expense of the disciples of the Sword Sect?"

Both were asking each other questions.

The old man's expression stiffened slightly.

Ye Xia's expression was filled with a smile in his chest.

"...... you?"

The old man with the sword said loudly.

There was a hint of doubt in his expression.

Ye Xia pointed to the sky.

The old man's expression changed slightly.

A huge green lotus was slowly closing, and between heaven and earth, a terrifying power suddenly erupted, and a powerful sword qi was horizontal, and a sword was cut down.

It was like a ray of light passing through the sky.

The old man's expression couldn't help but change, and the cold light kept magnifying in the eyes of the old man.

In the twinkling of an eye.

A streak of blood splattered.

The old man let out a terrible wail.

Under the right shoulder, the entire arm was directly severed, and blood gushed out.

Ye Xia's eyes were stalked.

The body swept out.

The breeze blows on your face, and you can't help but feel a burst of coolness.

A pillar of blood spurted out, and the old man's head rolled to the ground.

Ye Xia sat directly on the ground, looking at the headless corpse that fell to the ground, with a hint of a smile on his face.

Wiping the blood from his face, Ye Xia stood up with his sword.

At the same time that Ye Xia stood up, the thirteen disciples who had survived by luck also stood up.

Ye Xia stopped his back, looked back at the Sword Sect disciple behind him, and said, "Don't follow me. ”

"Why?"

A disciple covered in blood spoke up.

Ye Xia smiled and said, "I don't know how many Sword Sect disciples are going to die here today, but I still hope that the less the better, what do you think?"

No one answered Ye Xia's question.

-- The Qinglian Great Array, but the forty-eight of them spent nearly half a year to temper it to have such power, and it is also where they dare to stop the incoming enemy here, and now the Qinglian Great Array has been broken, and they have also lost their greatest support.

What's next?

Death, I'm afraid.

It's incredibly clear in everyone's heart.

Ye Xia turned around slowly, his expression became extremely serious, and said, "Everyone, use all means to live...... However, don't forget that you will always be disciples of the Sword Sect. ”

Ye Xia nodded slightly.

"Get out of here. ”

Ye Xia said in a flat tone.

"Senior brother...... Take care. ”

The disciple who asked why said softly.

Ye Xia smiled and waved his hand.

……

……

Nightmare!

It came without warning, and it caught people off guard.

For the disciples of the Sword Sect, who were already accustomed to the peaceful and comfortable atmosphere of the Sword Sect, the suddenness of this nightmare made them a little overwhelmed.

But that's for the time being.

Overwhelmed command is a frantic counterattack.

Whether it is an old disciple in the Sword Sect or a new disciple, they all show their crazy fangs and give a ruthless response to those enemies who come to attack.

The thousand-year-old essence of the Sword Sect is enough to make countless people on the rivers and lakes crazy.

Slaughter.

Blood.

Corpse.

It's always crazy.

Zhao Kai's eyes exuded a crazy killing intent, and the furnace fire sword was like a burning flame, exuding a blazing temperature that made people's hearts palpitate.

A sword is slashed out.

A swordsman in a green shirt had his head mercilessly cut off.

"This is the Sword Sect, and you are not welcome at all. “

Zhao Kai said in a low voice.

As soon as the body moved, the fire moved again, and the next person was slashed.

Blood splattered.

A head rolled to the ground again.

Step by step, the furnace fire sword is ruthlessly harvesting life.

Gradual.

The crazy killing intent in Zhao Kai's eyes gradually became cold, and his expression became a little numb.

Above the back, above the shoulders, above the chest, the hideous wounds made the furnace sword more fierce and fierce.

……

……

The Sword Sect is thousands of miles away.

It's a canyon.

It's winter, but the canyon is full of greenery, blood, and a few butterflies are dancing.

A small river zigzags into the distance, filled with a thick mist.

On the side of the creek.

In a vibrant medicine garden, an old man in a gray robe with sideburns is leaning over and holding a shovel to carefully fatten the medicine seedlings.

"Hey......"

Suddenly, a slight sigh sounded.

The echo echoed through the canyon for a long time.

Gongsun Luo, who was busy fattening, raised his head and looked up at the sky, with a hint of a smile in his expression.

"Why sigh out of thin air?"

Gongsun Luo said softly.

"I'm afraid your good karma is going to be wasted!"

Words come out.

A figure appeared in front of Gongsun Luo.

With a casual shawl full of gorgeous hair and a white shirt with longitude and weft lines drawn on it, it looks like a huge chessboard at first glance.

Gongsun Luo looked at the figure with a bit of an immortal posture, and said slowly: "Don't waste it...... No waste. ”