"Okay, stinky boy, but remember to run away when the situation is not good, and you must not fall in love!" the Three Soul-Leaving Saints had no choice but to reluctantly transmit.

This time, there are so many masters in the six immortal gates, just there are several protectors of the Dan, and the Brahma Sect has no chance of winning against the six great immortal sects.

However, the Three Saints of Soul Separation knew that as long as Xu Jingtian made up his mind, it was useless to persuade him. He could only pray silently in his heart that he wouldn't run into those strong opponents.

"Don't worry, I won't die easily!" Xu Jingtian smiled confidently, unfolded the Chixiao Wind Sword, and rushed into the chaotic battlefield.

And the fighting here has also reached the stage of incandenation, and the boundary between the two sides has long been indistinguishable between you and me, and the battle is dark, and there are swords and swords everywhere, and the beacons are full of fire.

The disciples of the Brahma Sect were outnumbered, and under the several rushes of the disciples of the six sects, they were divided and surrounded by the other party.

In this way, the disadvantages of the Brahma Sect became even more obvious, especially those disciples whose cultivation was slightly weaker, and they did not have any power to resist at all. When Xu Jingtian just flew from a distance, he saw that five or six Brahma Sect disciples were besieged by more than a dozen people from the other side, and they died in an instant, and they didn't even leave a complete corpse.

Only on the battlefield will you experience the wise saying that the strong live and the weak die.

Zheng!

Xu Jingtian saw the nameless fire, his eyes suddenly burst into a red light, and the Chixiao Wind Sword dragged a sword qi into the enemy group.

"Hahaha, another stinky boy who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, kill!"

Those disciples of the six sects also discovered Xu Jingtian's arrival, relying on the large number of people, and rushed over indiscriminately screaming. It's just that the other party hasn't reached within three zhang of Xu Jingtian's body, only to see a sword light sweeping, and three or four disciples were instantly beheaded by him under the sword.

Only then did the remaining eight or nine disciples realize that they had met a master, and they didn't care about besieging Xu Jingtian, so they cast spell attacks one after another.

Boom Boom!

It's just that these dense attacks all missed, and none of them could hit Xu Jingtian.

In their amazement, Xu Jingtian turned around and flew through these attacks at an unbelievable angle, and came to them.

And the next moment, when the sword in Xu Jingtian's hand shot out a second sword light, before these disciples could see the sword move clearly, they were stabbed by the sword light, screamed, and the corpses fell off the cliff one after another.

In just a few breaths, Xu Jingtian shot and killed more than ten disciples of the Six Sects.

At this point, when the two sides are fighting, there is no shortcut, Xu Jingtian can only kill and win quickly.

However, this was only the tip of the iceberg, Xu Jingtian only killed a very small number of the disciples of the six sects, and more disciples kept killing him from the rear.

Xu Jingtian only felt that the sky was full of disciples of the six factions, and no matter how he killed, he couldn't kill them, and soon fell into the siege of the other party.

The same scene is constantly being played out around the main peak of the Brahma Sect.

However, there are exceptions, which are less than a hundred feet in front of Xu Jingtian, which is completely opposite to the crowded situation here.

A man with long hair and a shawl and a handsome man stood side by side, each holding a flying sword, and within a few moves, they killed all the disciples of the six sects around them.

More disciples of the six sects were afraid of the domineering aura on the two of them, and took a detour from afar.

"Hahaha, Senior Brother Guo, the disciples of the Six Great Immortal Sects are nothing more than that!" the man with long hair and shawl sneered.

"Hahaha, with me and Senior Brother Ding here, those disciples of the Six Great Immortal Sects are not hiding far away. The handsome man chimed in.

It turned out that these two people were none other than Ding Lingdong, the eldest disciple of the True Transmission of the Brahma Sect, and Guo Jingxuan, the second disciple, who were responsible for intercepting the disciples of the Six Great Immortal Sects here.

However, just as the two of them finished speaking, a cold snort came from mid-air.

"Hmph, it's funny that you are waiting for the rats of the Brahma Sect to speak out without shame!"

With a bang, the extremely sharp sword qi stabbed upwards quickly.

"What kind of person, don't you get out of here and die!"

Ding Lingdong was immediately furious when he heard this, and raised his flying sword to stab, no one dared to call him a rat to his face.

However, the sword qi he emitted was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no response at half-sound.

"Who!?" Guo Jingxuan also hurriedly protected the flying sword on his chest, looked up, but found nothing.

"Hahaha!"

At this moment, a burst of laughter came, and a towel with a radius of ten zhang suddenly appeared in the originally empty mid-air, which was just above the two of them.

"Ah, the Thousand Machines Dream Leads the Flag!" Ding Lingdong was shocked in his heart.

"Not good, yes...... It's Wan Cheyun!" Guo Jingxuan's head was also shocked into a cold sweat.

"Hahaha, yes, it's Wan!" an unusually handsome man emerged from the clouds.

This person looks like Lin Yuyu, but he looks a few years older than Lin Yuyu.

Wan Cheyun, the great disciple of the true transmission of the Tianji Gate, it is said that his cultivation has reached the late stage of foundation building, and his strength ranks first among the disciples of the true transmission of the Seven Great Immortal Sects.

The Thousand Machine Dream Guiding Banner and the Innate Transformation Needle are Wan Cheyun's magic weapons for fame, and with these two magic weapons, there are very few true disciples who can adhere to the ten moves under him.

Ding Lingdong's eyes were slightly flustered, and he hurriedly glanced at Guo Jingxuan, and then pretended to be calm and said: "Oh, it turns out that it is really the famous Senior Brother Wan Cheyun of Tianji Sect, the sect has an order first, and we have to offend!"

After finishing speaking, he and Guo Jingxuan quickly separated more than ten zhang away, outflanked back and forth, and surrounded Wan Cheyun in the middle.

The power of the two True Transmission disciples joining forces was really extraordinary, and the amazing spiritual power shot out in an instant, firmly locking the Wan Cheyun in the middle, and the huge spiritual power field covered the surrounding dozens of zhang radius, and the other party's every move was under the close monitoring of the two.

But Wan Cheyun just glanced at the two casually, not paying any attention to the movements of the two, and was still calm and calm under the pressure of the spiritual power of the two of them.

"Hmph, you two are not my opponents, since you know that Wan is here, don't get out of here!" Wan Cheyun said coldly.

"I have admired Senior Brother Wan's name for a long time, and I heard that the Thousand Machine Dream Banner and the Innate Transformation Needle have not met any opponents among the true disciples, and our two senior brothers also want to learn about it!"

"Hmph, you're looking for death!" Wan Cheyun said this, his face suddenly changed, and the Thousand Machine Dream Banner instantly became several times larger, enveloping the two of them at once.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of spiritual power violently striking was endless, and the Thousand Machine Dream Banner was undulating in the air, but you couldn't see the situation inside.

"Hahaha, it's nothing more than that!" Guo Jingxuan's laughter came from inside.

"Hmph, you can't even break a flag, and you dare to speak out, see how you get out!"

Wan Cheyun said this and smiled coldly.

Whoosh!

Hearing a soft sound, Ding Lingdong and Guo Jingxuan each snorted, obviously suffering a secret loss.