"He's there!"

The others finally reacted. As a shout sounded, countless magic weapons and energy fluctuations surged towards Yang Qiuyun like a sea of rivers. In the blink of an eye, Yang Qiu fell into the encirclement again. But he wasn't scared, but a little excited.

His eyes raced around quickly. I saw a flying sword on the left side with a flaw in flight. The speed is much slower than other magic weapons. A small crack remained on the blade on one side, not too conspicuous.

Yang Qiu turned in the direction and confidently rushed towards the flying sword. The good sword was gently waved, and when the four magic weapons were slashed back, it was like a white lightning bolt, falling on the flying sword with a flawed blade. After a moment, the crack on the flying sword lengthened, and when it circled the blade like a thin thread, it was cut in two. A monk in the rear vomited blood and died.

Fang Chenyi's face changed slightly. The more he looked at Yang Qiu, the more surprised he felt, and the more he felt surprised, the more he wanted to understand, and said puzzledly: "Isn't Wu Xinlong very weak? Why did he become a monk all of a sudden? Strange! It's so strange!"

"Boom!"

At this time, a magic weapon like an iron block smashed heavily into Yang Qiu. The speed was as fast as a meteorite, and it approached Yang Qiu in the blink of an eye. Yang Qiu unhurriedly took out his sword to meet the attack. I saw that the good sword easily split the iron magic weapon in half.

"Poof"

Just as one of the monks vomited blood and died with an incredulous gaze, Yang Qiu flew up and kicked heavily on a part of the iron that was split into two halves. The iron flew out of the air and landed on a fat monk who was pinching and chanting a spell. "Smack!" the fat friar's face showed a hint of annoyance. Fingers pulled out a seal and pointed at the iron. The iron trembled and exploded to pieces.

"Hmph!" said the fat monk with a smirk sneer, "don't think that this trick will work for me. Those two guys will lose because they are too weak. With a sword that is not even a flying sword, it wants to fight us to death!" waved his index finger in front of him, and an extremely sharp scimitar flew out from behind him and rushed in front of him.

"Boom!"

Yang Qiu rushed out from behind the shattered iron. The good sword drew a beautiful arc in the air like a bolt of lightning, and it slammed into the fat man's scimitar magic weapon solidly, making an earth-shattering explosion. The sparks were shining, and the powerful impact force shook the obedient sword violently, and Yang Qiu's body shook uncontrollably.

An undisguised laugh appeared on the fat man's face. He said proudly, "Hahahaha." ......"But at this moment." The words came to an abrupt end. An unconcealable look of fear crept up his face. I saw a crack appear from the side of the scimitar, and it quickly spread, covering all the blades like a spider's web in a blink of an eye.

"Smack!"

After a split second, the blade shattered. Blown to smithereens. The fat friar himself exploded in disbelief, and with a "poof", he died like the piece of iron that had been blasted by him before.

Fang Chenyi's face changed again. Originally, he was just confused about Yang Qiu, and his mind turned and turned, and he didn't understand how Yang Qiu seemed to be a different person. But no matter how confused he was, he didn't think that Yang Qiu could save his life under the siege of so many people.

I didn't expect it to be a blink of an eye. Yang Qiu didn't die, but taking the initiative to help his loose cultivation was defeated, and the number of dead people dropped a lot. He sat up straight in surprise and said, "Is this the Wu Xinlong I know? Is it really the Wu Xinlong I almost killed by me?"

A minute later, Yang Qiu's battle with Zhong Sanxiu came to an end. The result was the opposite of what Fang Chenyi expected. Yang Qiu was fine, but his clothes were full of blood. Not to mention that the more than ten scattered cultivators who were proud to kill him failed to kill him, they couldn't even hurt him, but they themselves all ended up becoming the souls of Yang Qiu's sword. No one was spared.

"What did Wu Xinlong do?" Fang Chenyi's face showed even more surprise. My mind turned faster, and I felt more and more uneasy in my heart. He muttered to himself in a low voice, "These people who help me are not weak guys. Together, they made it easy to kill the Yuan Infant Monk.

But Wu Xinlong killed everyone lightly, leaving no injuries at all. How could his cultivation suddenly become so high? Wait! The more I look at the sword in this guy's hand, the more it looks like the weapon that Shi Hai held at the police competition? Ah! Could it be that the secret that Wu Xinlong's strength suddenly became so powerful is because of that sword? I remember that it seems to be called a good treasure.

At first, I thought that sword was just an ordinary magic weapon, but it seems that this good sword is a rare treasure that is rare to see in a hundred years. That's right.

In this way, Shi Hai's ability to kill my son will be explained. Right. That's right. It's this sword. Hmph, Wu Xinlong, it's not that I Chen Yi wants to kill you, it's you who came to the door by yourself. Now that I know the secret of the good sword. Then I'm going to fix this magic weapon, and your life. ”

After speaking, a strong murderous intent appeared in Fang Chenyi's eyes. He stood up and suddenly rushed towards Yang Qiu. It's as fast as a cannonball. A heavy sword three times thicker than the Good Sword appeared. was thrown by his right arm, like a door panel, and slapped towards Yang Qiu unstoppably. It's extremely fast, and it doesn't seem sluggish at all.

"Bang!"

Yang Qiu raised his sword to meet the attack. In a dull loud noise, I saw that the good sword slashed the menacing giant sword without any suspense. He grinned in satisfaction and swung his sword towards Fang Chenyi's face. The good sword drew a beautiful arc in the air. As swift as a meteor piercing the night sky, it flickered and disappeared.

Fang Chenyi's face showed an unconcealable look of surprise. He took a step back in surprise, and quickly pinched out the seal with both hands, pointing towards the oncoming good sword. A dagger half the length of the Good Sword flew out of its fingertip and collided with the menacing Good Sword in the midst of lightning and flint.

"Boom!"

After a split second, the dagger broke in two. Fang Chenyi's face turned pale, and his heart was even more surprised. He stepped back without hesitation, the faster he retreated, and the more he retreated, the more angry he became. Just when he retreated to the wall and had no way back, he made a seal with his right hand and pointed forward.

A piece of software flew out of his belt and slammed into the sword like a whip. In a slight tremble, the attack finally slowed down slightly. But in terms of the material of the magic weapon, it still has an overwhelming advantage without suspense. At the moment of contact with the soft sword, the sharp blade slashed the blade of the soft sword and slashed towards Fang Chenyi's face.

Fang Chenyi took advantage of the opportunity of the obedient sword to roll to the side, dodging quickly, but he was still a step slow. In a slight thud. The face was cut by the good sword. Just as he stopped to stand, a streak of blood slid down his cheek. Fang Chenyi dipped a little blood, put it in his mouth and tasted it, and roared angrily.

"Damn Wu Xinlong! You're really here to kill me! I didn't expect you to suddenly become a monk. The strength has become so strong. It seems that you really stepped on shit luck, I really don't know how you got this magic weapon, he should have been my treasure. If I had known that there would be today, I shouldn't have spared you with a single thought!"

His hands quickly sealed, pointing at the three flying swords that were broken in two. Three broken swords flew up in a violent tremble. turned into three rays of light and flew back in front of Fang Chenyi.

A cold light flashed on Yang Qiu's face. He swung his sword and stabbed at Fang Chenyi's chest. The good sword was painted into a white light, and with an unstoppable momentum, it rushed towards Fang Chenyi.

Fang Chenyi's gaze changed. The look of contempt vanished and was replaced by a look of earnestness. He firmly pinched out a hand and pointed forward, and shouted, "Sheng!"

The three flying swords moved rapidly, as if they were being controlled by an invisible hand, connected to each other, end to end. Just as a triangle with three unequal sides appeared, three identical rays of light lit up from the three flying swords. Touching each other, blending, and finally towards the center of the triangle, Manyan.

A moment later, a blood-red flying sword flew out from the center of the triangle and collided with the oncoming good sword, making a loud and powerful sound.

"Qiang"

I saw that the good sword lightly split the blood-colored flying sword vertically. An unconcealable smile appeared on Yang Qiu's face. He nodded with satisfaction, slashed at Fang Chenyi with a more confident sword, and said excitedly in his heart: "Great! With my current skills, I can already compete with Fang Chenyi, no, it's better." It seems that the opportunity to avenge Wang Qiuyang and Su Hui has come. ”

Fang Chenyi said with an ugly face: "What is the origin of this good sword? how can it even cut off the flying sword made in the Three Lives Sword Array? It's too powerful, right?" Keep pointing your finger to the middle of the triangle.

One after another flying swords of extraordinary material rushed out. Like sharp arrows, shooting towards Yang Qiu. Yang Qiu swung his sword and slashed frequently. I only heard a sonorous and powerful sound of gold and iron reverberating one by one, "Qiang Qiang Qiang ...... In the blink of an eye, hundreds of flying swords were turned into scrap metal in less than a minute.

Then. Yang Qiu and Fang Chenyi both slowed down. Both of them showed some fatigue on their faces. Especially Fang Chenyi. The more he looked at Yang Qiu, the more shocked he was in his heart, and the more shocked he became, the more frightened he became, and in the fierce offensive and defensive battle with Yang Qiu, he was accidentally slashed by the good sword.

I saw a little finger-long bloody wound on my left arm, tearing the flesh like a crack, and there was an unbearable sharp pain. Fang Chenyi's face changed again. He looked at Yang Qiu with grinned teeth. Said angrily: "Wu Xinlong." Don't think you'll get revenge that way. I didn't want to kill you, but you forced me. A murderous flash flashed in his eyes.

Yang Qiu continued to move forward disapprerovingly, swinging his obedient sword and slashing at Fang Chenyi's head. This sword was as fast as a meteor, just flashing in mid-air, overstepping the barrier of the triangular sword formation, and falling in front of Fang Chenyi's forehead. But when he was about to continue to split Fang Chenyi forward, Fang Chenyi bit the tip of his tongue, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and performed the Blood Escape Technique, escaping thousands of meters in one go.

Yang Qiu's sword missed, and he continued to pursue unwillingly. In order not to let Fang Chenyi escape, he also took out the curse key and performed the acceleration technique. After an instant, Yang Qiu rushed out faster, like a bolt of lightning, narrowing the distance between the two sides to less than 100 meters in the blink of an eye.

Fang Chenyi's face changed again. He stared at Yang Qiu in disbelief, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that Yang Qiu's exercises were familiar, and the more he felt that Yang Qiu's exercises were familiar, the more frightened he became. But the more emotion in the heart is anger.

"Wu Xinlong, you can actually force me to have to abolish a small realm. I can't spare you! I can't spare you! You must die!" Fang Chenyi said angrily. Just as a fierce look flashed on his face, his fingers quickly pinched out a complicated and incomprehensible seal and swiped it in front of him.

Hundreds of broken swords, which had been split or poked, flew up in unison, each end-to-end, end-to-end, forming one triangle after another with different sides, just like the first triangle, releasing a dazzling light. Then, in the depths of the central light of all the triangles, one complete flying sword after another flew out, like ten thousand arrows fired towards Yang Qiu.

Fang Chen Yi saw that Yang Qiu was tightly wrapped, airtight, and the form was precarious, and he was sure to die, so he finally smiled happily and said proudly: "Hahahaha! Wu Xinlong, I didn't expect it, right? This three-life sword formation is a peerless lesson taught by my imperial friend, and so far no one has been able to immortalize under this trick, so let's die happily!hahaha......"

As he spoke, tens of thousands of flying swords rushed out in unison, engulfing Yang Qiu. But this is not over, for the sake of insurance, Fang Chenyi's face showed a thick and vicious color. He kept pulling out his hand, pointing at the center of the triangle in front of him. I saw a dazzling light light light from the inside of each triangle, and a number of almost ten thousand flying swords rushed out, filling the entire restaurant.

"Puff ......"

Yang Qiu finally began to get injured. Due to too many flying swords, too fierce attacks, and too little space to move, he became more and more tired and weaker the more he fought, and gradually became a little powerless. But didn't give up. The body always maintained a super high speed, dodging and moving in the front and back of one flying sword after another, surviving in danger.

The good sword is also constantly waving, and the oncoming flying sword is like a candle flame in the dark, which will not be extinguished for a long time.

But one person has to fight with tens of thousands of flying swords at the same time. Without any security measures, it is too difficult to control the body to ensure that the speed does not decrease, and to ensure that the eyes cannot miss any flying swords to ensure that they are not attacked by any of them. Even Yang Qiu felt that the more he fought, the more tired he became. A look of reluctance and despair gradually appeared on his face.

"Puff ......"

A minute later, I saw that my left arm and left waist were accidentally cut out of two bloody wounds that were deep to the bone, and there was an unbearable sharp pain. Yang Qiu's body trembled violently. A look of despair finally filled the entire face.

"Hahahaha! Wu Xinlong, you're tired. This time I'll see if you can still die. Die!" Fang Chenyi said firmly. The smile on his face was thicker, and the smug look was more obvious. (To be continued.) )