Countless transparent wind blades burst out furiously, entangled in mid-air, turning into a ferocious whirlpool, mercilessly attacking towards the swordsmanship sect monks and close-quarters sect monks.

"It's not good...... the faces of the swordsmanship sect and the others changed slightly, Ayaluo Zhong specializes in divine sense, at this time, although their divine consciousness is still extremely stinging, but the crisis is ahead, regardless of the sharp pain like pins and needles in the divine consciousness, they have raised the weapons in their hands.

"Boom, boom!"

A series of crackling sounds came, and the wind blade collided with everyone's weapons, making an ear-bursting roar, and at the same time, the entire space seemed to be torn apart, and a trace of ripples appeared to twist and turn.

"Sneer......"

Countless light sounds came, and Zhao An's wind blade cut through the flesh and skin of several people almost in the blink of an eye, and a trace of blood flowed down the bodies of several people.

The people from the Close Quarters Dharma Sect were better, after all, they were already physically strong, and such injuries were just some flesh wounds for them. But the monks of the sword art sect were much more miserable.

Although his sword qi blocked a lot of wind blades, Zhao An was already proficient in the use of wind blades now, even if the other party blocked it ruthlessly, there were still many wind blades that skipped the sword qi and cut fiercely on the body of the sword sect monk.

"Damn, let this kid take the lead. ”

Several people secretly shouted and scolded in their hearts, no matter what, they didn't expect that the other party would have this kind of divine sense magic weapon. Looking back at Zhao An's hand, I saw that he was holding a quaint small bell in his left hand, with a red ribbon tied to the small bell, and a bell hammer in his right hand, looking at everyone with a disdainful face.

"Boy, I can't see it, you still have a lot of treasures in your hands. ”

The monk of the sword sect licked his lips, the greed in his eyes became even more powerful, and he made up his mind that he would take the other party's magic weapon for himself no matter what.

And the people around the onlookers were even more shocked, staring at Zhao An stiffly, almost unable to believe what they had just seen.

How can it be?

Just when the Sword Law Sect monks and the Close Body Law Sect and others had raised their cultivation to the level of Qi Condensation, everyone thought that Zhao An would definitely die this time, but Zhao An was not half flustered, but he took the lead.

"Look for death!"

One of the close to the Dharma sect shouted angrily, and the long stick in his hand swung out violently, and suddenly a monstrous momentum emanated, and the shadow of the stick only flashed in mid-air, and then suddenly turned into a huge phantom, falling straight on top of Zhao An's head.

And at this moment, Zhao An's pupils suddenly lengthened into a thin line, like snake eyes, exuding a cold and dead silence, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, not only did he not fight back, but he didn't even dodge.

The next moment, everyone was surprised to find that the man's stick shadow was dangling in mid-air, not at Zhao An, but at the monk of the Sword Sect!

"I knew that you close Dharma people were not honest. The monk of the Sword Art Sect also swung out his sword, and suddenly the fierce sword aura swept through, and he faced the stick shadow without fear.

Zhao An calmly watched as he stood there, watching the people of the Sword Sect and the Close Approach Sect attacking each other, and there was a hint of irony in his eyes.

Thinking that these two groups of people were bound to win it, but they were afraid that the other party would finally rob him of the magic weapon, so they attacked each other first.

The wind and waves of the two tyrants trembled in the void, and although the people of the close-range Dharma sect were domineering and ferocious, after all, they were only the cultivation of the ninth layer of condensation, and compared with the cultivation of the peak of the ninth layer of the sword sect, it was still much inferior.

As soon as the stick shadow and the sword qi touched, they dissipated visibly with the naked eye, as if they were completely unable to resist the opponent's sword qi.

Seeing this, the companions of the close Dharma sect rushed through their arms one after another, and the magic weapons in their hands were sacrificed, and the burly and sturdy bodies jumped up one by one like projectiles, and slashed down fiercely towards the monks of the sword sect from a high altitude.

The eyes of the monk of the sword art sect narrowed slightly, and at this time, all the left and right sides of his body were surrounded by groups, all of which were killing moves, but he had a cruel smile on his face, and in the swing of the long sword in his hand, the sword momentum of the monstrous waves burst out, and he slashed away with the intention of slaughtering and roaring!

This sword momentum made the bodies of the close-range Dharma sect and others stiffen, no wonder they were monks of the sword sect, but just the cultivation of the Qi Condensation Period already had such a sword momentum, if it was really a foundation, wouldn't it be even more terrifying!

These people have murderous intent in their hearts, and no matter what, they will kill this person in one fell swoop.

Just as the weapons of these people were about to collide with the sword qi of the swordsmanship sect cultivators, suddenly a silvery cold light suddenly descended, and a piercing sound of breaking the sky came from the space.

Immediately, the neck of the close-quarters Dharma monk holding a stick suddenly lit up, and before everyone could react, they saw that the monk was stunned, and the whole person slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of Zhao An.

Under Zhao An's pupil gaze, the monk's head rolled off violently, and the corpse slowly fell to the ground, and his face was still written with disbelief written on his face when he died.

At this time, a series of loud noises of "Boom!" came, and the fierce and domineering sword qi collided with various weapons, and the rippled huge explosion force rang out, and everyone around the shock blocked their ears one after another, showing a look of pain.

Although the cultivation of the swordsmanship sect is relatively high, he fights everyone alone, although the sword just now protected him without leaking, but he also used one of his strongest killing moves, and the whole person was a little embarrassed at this time.

And the others from the close range of the Dharma sect were also injured by the sword qi one after another, but at this time, they had no time to care about each other, and they all looked at the corpses that fell to the ground in horror, and their hearts beat violently.

Although the other party used the shameless trick of sneak attack, but he really killed a master of the condensation period of the close-range Dharma sect in one blow, in their eyes, the most useless and wasteful "trick faction" actually killed a monk of the close-range Dharma sect, which was not only shocking, but also a shame!

"You, you actually killed him! Killed the monk of the Close Movement Dharma Sect in the Treasure Carving Conference!"

A close Dharma monk stared at Zhao An and muttered.

"I'm not only going to kill him, I'm going to kill you. ”

Zhao An's mouth spit out a cold word, his right hand slowly raised, controlling the mother ruler of the thousand machine rulers, and surrounding the rest of the rulers, which were faintly dripping with blood.

When everyone saw Zhao An's right hand raised, their eyes were all focused on his right hand, thinking that he was going to play some trick again, but no one noticed that behind the speaker, a killing move had already been buried!

"Huh!"

The blade pierced into his body, and there was a dull thud.

The man only felt a chill in his chest, and when he lowered his head, he saw that a large amount of blood suddenly appeared in his heart, and in the transparent mid-air, the shape of a knife tip was faintly visible.

Silent and invisible.

The man's eyes widened, the last of his expression faded with the flow of blood, his head tilted, and his body fell straight to the ground.

Zhao An smiled coldly, and with a slight move of his right hand, the Hidden Breath Knife was withdrawn like lightning, and the Thousand Machine Ruler in his hand surrounded his body, protecting his vital point.

Just returned the one-to-many situation, and in the blink of an eye, Zhao An killed two.

"Now, it's fair, isn't it?" Zhao An said softly, and at this time, only one monk of the Sword Art Sect, one monk of the Close Law Sect and Zhao An remained, and the three of them stood in three places, forming a triangular formation.

Even if Zhao An's two killings were not head-to-head, everyone present whispered one after another.

"When did the magic send such a strong person to kill two people from the melee magic sect, why haven't you heard of it before?"

"It stands to reason that such a character is fully qualified to participate in this year's Heavenly Mandate Tower Battle, but as I saw before, this time in the Heavenly Mandate Tower, the magic sect does not have the name of this person, who is this person?"

"Boy, what's your name?" the person from the Sword Art Sect looked at Zhao An again and asked.

"Zhao An. Zhao An said lightly.

"Damn, you miscellaneous of the magic sect, you dare to kill two of my close magic sect in a row, looking for death!"

Seeing the corpse of his accomplice on the ground, the remaining close Dharma sect's eyes were blood-red, and he roared angrily, his muscles bulged, and his stone-like calves were full of amazing power, and between the slight beats, his body jumped high like an arrow, and the long stick in his hand swept in front of him.

"Boom!"

The huge circular ripples bombarded out, and countless gravels were lifted up by the force, surging towards Zhao An like waves along the stick shadow, smashing the sky and overwhelmingly.

Zhao An smiled coldly, a trace of coldness flashed in his slender pupils, and he saw that his figure shook slightly, and the man's stick shadow suddenly fell into the air, and Zhao An's figure had appeared ten meters away.

"Dodge?!"

The man's expression froze, and he never expected that the stick he swept out with all his strength not only did not hurt the other party in the slightest, but also did not even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes.

"Extinguish!"

With a light spit, a thick wisp of black dead qi ran down Zhao An's fingertips and merged into the wind blade. The originally colorless and transparent wind blade suddenly turned into a sharp dagger as black as ink, carrying a terrifying death breath that burst like lightning.

The face of the close-quarters Dharma Sect man was tense, and he looked at the wind blade coming towards his chest, and his hands swept in front of his chest again, and the majestic stick shadow reappeared.

"Click!

A crisp sound came, and the shadow of the stick shattered in an instant under the wind blade, and the wind blade with a thick dead aura stabbed straight down through the power of fluctuations in the void!

The face of the person from the close-quarters Dharma sect finally changed, and the whole person flashed a look of horror, and immediately stepped on the ground with his feet heavy, and at the same time staggered his palms in front of his chest, making a defensive-like movement, intending to use his own flesh and blood to resist Zhao An's blow in the next life.

"It's naïve. The other party's movements, a sneer appeared on the corner of Zhao An's mouth.