The ghost-faced drought was instantly void, flashed a hurricane fireball, summoned the bloody wall towards the wind god, and the fire dragon struck several punches in succession. Then he drew a circle with his palms in his hands, and muttered "Divine Thunder Blood Bombardment-Break" When the wind god arrived, a throat divine light appeared on the neck of the fire dragon.

There was an earth-shattering bang. The wind god, the fire dragon, the head was blown apart, and the body turned into a point of light in the air, gradually dissipating. Burning the book, the demeanor spirit pen dimmed, and flew towards Wen Bofu.

Wen Bofu drank loudly, and turned his hands into swords to resist, but he was still hit in the chest by two magic weapons, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Jian Jue frowned and shouted, "Break the tooth ghost face first." As soon as the words fell, a sword light struck. The group once again unleashed a move attack.

Eight Immortal Silver Puppets, holding various magic weapons in their hands, striking at close range. Lian Xinzhi and Wen Bofu were disturbed on the side. The sword of the sword town gathers and waits for the opportunity to strike.

Ghost-faced drought, martial arts puppets of eight immortals, cast blood to dodge fire, flower needles. The drought fish, who had already suffered a lot of injuries, now even if he put on a mask and his strength increased a lot, it was obviously not so easy to deal with the few people in front of him.

The ghost-faced drought gritted his teeth and glared at Sang Lingzi, and after spitting out the word "annoying", he quickly became bloody.

Sang Lingzi concentrated on controlling the Eight Immortal Silver Golems, and suddenly saw seven blood shadows transformed into ghost-faced droughts surrounding him, and punched him continuously, unable to be distracted for a while, shouting "Sword Jue"

The sword was so safe that when the words of "hand it over to me" fell, he threw out the demon sword, and the sword pointed horizontally to draw "one heart into ten thousand swords" The next moment, tens of thousands of demon sword swords were divided, and they surrounded Sang Lingzi and resisted the middle.

With a sweep of the ten thousand swords, he immediately scattered the seven blood shadows, and then headed towards the ghost-faced drought in the Eight Immortals Silver Puppet, shattering it.

"Doppelganger?" the crowd gathered in surprise and cautiously looked around.

Sang Lingzi roared, "Where have you gone?"

"Xuanling Thirty-six Slashes" Suddenly, a silver puppet exploded and slashed out the sword.

Sang Lingzi was surprised and shouted, "Chaolong puppet... Poof" a mouthful of blood spurted out and flew upside down.

Lian Xinzhi said anxiously, "Protect him" After speaking, she urged the flower and wood Xianqin to resist the twenty-six slashes, and the fairy qin continued to scream in pain. Wen Bofu held the demeanor spirit pen to sweep the hurricane and resist the four slashes. The sword was absolutely drunk, and he struck out the demon suppression sword and smashed six slashes.

Lian Xinzhi coughed lightly, and the corners of her mouth were bleeding.

Wen Bofu was so anxious that "Boss, it's okay"

Lian Xinzhi swallowed the pill, waved her jade hand and said, "I'm fine, please trouble the three of you to drag him down, and buy me time to arrange the "Great Wood Immortal Language Array""

Wen Bofu opened his mouth to stop, "No, the head of the family will definitely hurt his vitality if he exerts it"

Lian Xinzhi smiled bitterly and said, "There is no time, if we continue to fight, we will definitely lose."

Sang Lingzi said weakly, "You really think about it, I can't last long, try your best."

Jian Jue's eyes were firm, he bowed, and inserted the demon sword in the air, and Lian Xinzhi's side instantly surrounded a ring of protective body light array, and said, "Lotus Master, rest assured"

Lian Xinzhi closed her eyes silently and began to play the music, and a giant tree grew out of the clouds, enveloping her.

The three of them Ling Ran protected in front of Lian Xinzhi, glaring angrily at the ghost-faced drought.

"What are you going to do to compete with this seat now?" the ghost-faced drought looked at the three of them, and then pointed to the sword and said, "Especially you, the demon is not here, and you have no hope"

Wen Bofu said angrily: "If you risk your life today, you will die with you." ”

Sang Lingzi squeezed out a smile and snorted, "Brother Wen, what are you fighting with a spirit, don't talk nonsense with him, hurry up and solve him, I still have to buy white sugar cakes for my great-granddaughter." “

Jian Jue smiled and said, "Then Sang Lingzi, you will make a little more effort later, sacrifice two silver puppets, powdered desserts, and be poor for thirty years." “

Wen Bofu said with a serious face, "I will pack it for one hundred and thirty years"

When Sang Lingzi heard this, he immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, and said sadly, "You old man, your brain has not entered the water, two silver puppets? You want my life, how can you do it to be a master, it's only been thirty years." And your surname is Wen, do your."

The three of them scolded for a while, and suddenly the ghost-faced drought in the distance punched at Lian Xinzhi, his expression was obviously a little impatient, and he said lightly, "It's over?"

The three of them stepped forward to resist each other, and Sang Lingzi spurted out a mouthful of blood and shouted bitterly, "I rub it, I can't stand it." “

Jian Jue's eyes opened slightly, and he roared, "Demon Suppression Sword Qi - Break" Jian Jue's body suddenly burst out with Tiangang sword qi, one finger turned into a golden dragon, and a giant tail swept away the bloody blade, striking towards the ghost-faced drought and swallowing it in one gulp.

This blow made everyone feel incredible, they didn't expect that Jian Jue would have such strength when he left the Demon Suppression Sword. Even the ghost-faced drought in the golden dragon's stomach was a little surprised.

Sang Lingzi was puzzled, "I'm spitting on you, and you still have such a hand, and you are all cheating people?"

Wen Bofu shook his head and said, "It's really enough for Wang Ba, it's not a classic, if you made this move just now, do we still need to work so hard?"

The sword held the palm of the hand and saluted, "The donor is not strange, and the poor road is also a last resort." Besides, it's not that simple" As soon as the words fell, the dragon suddenly swelled, and then exploded.

The ghost-faced drought, "Who are you?"

Jian Jue muttered, "Unsealed" The Demon Suppression Sword suddenly shook with golden light, and a line of Dao Wen appeared towards Jian Jue. Jian Jue smiled and looked at each other, "Poor Dao Town Demon - Jian Jue"

Sang Lingzi was surprised and asked, "Stinky old man, what do you mean by this?

Wen Bofu smiled meaningfully, "I see"

The ghost-faced droughtle in the distance frowned and spat out the word "why?"

Jian Jue explained, "The poor path is single-mindedly right, and cultivating into a sword spirit is different from your single-minded demonization. “

The ghost-faced drought smashed the void with a punch and said angrily, "This seat is asking, obviously you have cultivated a sword spirit, why are you willing to bow down to humans, self-proclaimed cultivation, and willing to be a soldier in the hands of adults." “

Jian Jue smiled and said, "The Xuanling Sword Sect is kind to the poor Dao, he was born a soldier for eternity, and he has been in drought for tens of thousands of years, why can't you still understand this truth." “

The ghost-faced drought, snorted disdainfully, "It's not your turn to teach you a lesson, the last time I fought with you, it is impossible for you to be willing to be subordinate to others." “

Jian Jue sighed and recalled, embarrassed, "Back then, the poor road turned into a fine, and one day I happened to encounter the Pangu axe, and lost the bet with it, and since then, I have guarded Fanliu for millions of years with other soldiers." Pangu Axe has instructed that if he encounters a drought one day, he will definitely help him spread the word."

The ghost-faced drought madness released a strong murderous aura and asked coldly, "Where is he?"

Jian Jue brushed aside the question, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Forgive the poor Dao for breaking his promise, Pangu Axe said... Say... Alas... He said: "You broken sword made of stone, I will be your immortal plank, go back to your mother's scabbard, don't come out and be embarrassed." The Soldier Spirit Realm will come out of your rat, don't let me see you, Lao Tzu will split you once when he sees you @#¥%#¥!@#......""

The sword is different from the drought, since the drought's cultivation of the spirit, it will be born on its own, and it will no longer become a weapon in the hands of others. And the sword is definitely entrusted by the Pangu Axe, and together with other divine soldiers, it surrounds the Fanliu Continent. Willing to find a person to seal their own spirit, and after the seal is lifted, the body will be controlled by the spirit, and the holder will not know all the process. There are also many regulations, one of which is one of them when it comes to crunch times.

Jian Jue was extremely ashamed, and repented, "Oh, I haven't said anything swear for almost 10,000 years, and today it's all broken, I'll fuck you dead Pangu axe." The Sanqing Patriarch is above, and Xiaodao is also forced to be helpless. Sin ...... sin"

The ghost-faced drought fish said angrily, "You are looking for death", and the "Divine Thunder Blood Bombardment-Law" suddenly summoned nine blood-patterned dragons, roaring and slamming towards the sword, this kind of power, but it is the strongest attack so far.

Jian Jue shouted Qu "Poor Dao is just a word, alas, ......" Sang Lingzi and Wen Bofu, who were on the side, put their hands behind their backs one after another, without any intention of making a move.

Sang Lingzi blamed, "Sword Peer Senior, I really can't stop it." You're working hard~"

Wen Bofu thief said, "I am a personal burden, there is no reason for you to scold me and let me carry it with you."

Hearing this, Jian Jue's face was clear, and he faced the earth-shattering attack of the nine blood pattern dragons alone, muttering "Demon Suppression Nine Swords-Shuo Xing" The next moment, the sword sword pointed in a circle, and when he landed, he pushed out with one palm, striking out countless golden light sword qi.

The nine blood-patterned dragons kept dodging and spitting blood, and the fog claws swung their tails to scatter the sword qi. But it was still broken eight times, and the last one actually exploded with a coiled sword.

Jian Jue suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and stared, "Poor Dao knows that he can't beat you, but he won't let you do whatever you want in Fanliu."

The ghost-faced drought smiled and said, "Everyone is a sword spirit, but the gap in cultivation is too big. Tell me where the Pangu Axe is, and I can let you go. “

The sword absolutely saluted in the direction of Lian Xinzhi, and recalled the demon suppression sword with one hand, and suddenly the aura soared, and the golden light surrounded his body, and the righteous spirit Ling Ran said "offended" to the ghost-faced drought