The giant fist was like a mountain, and it fell with a bang.

Although everyone in the guard camp was an elite monk who had experienced several battles, they still had no possibility of resisting in the face of this powerful and terrifying punch.

Huge fists fell, enveloping thousands of defenders in shadows.

A terrible scream suddenly sounded, and I saw a flying sword roaring towards it, and then a flying sword as dense as a flying locust flew and crashed into the giant fist.

Under the sudden impact, countless flying swords were shattered, and countless Holy Sword Sect monks were devoured and vomited blood.

But after all, it slowed down the falling speed of this giant fist, leaving those guards with time and a chance to escape.

"Run!" a sword cultivator from the Holy Sword Gate shouted hoarsely at the Guardian Monk, his flying sword appeared with countless cracks, and under the shock, the tendons and veins in his body had been shattered, and the corners of his eyes were bleeding, but he was still struggling to support it with all his might.

One of the guards next to him asked, "Why?"

The sword cultivator of the Holy Sword Sect gritted his teeth and asked, "What, why?"

"Why do you want to save us at the cost of your life?"

"Didn't you also risk your lives to save us before?" said the sword cultivator with difficulty: "Since you are on the battlefield, you are comrades, go quickly, where is so much nonsense?" said and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Fellows?

How can he say that he has no clothes, and is with his son?

As if electrocuted, the Guardian Monk suddenly burst out laughing, held the sword in his hand, and stepped forward to cultivate himself with the sword of the Holy Sword Gate.

The old people in the guard camp were all born in the identity of gladiators, and killing others to live is the main theme of their lives, and they were later given to Yun Mo by the King of Wannu as a guard to form the guard camp, which gradually began to cooperate with others, but this cooperation was only limited to the guard camp.

They have a strong sense of wariness of others.

But at this moment, he left his back to the sword cultivators of these Holy Sword Sects.

Just because of the word comrade.

At least on this battlefield, he is willing to fight side by side with these Holy Sword Sect sword cultivators who entrust his life.

Thousands of Guardian Monks stepped forward and stood beside those Holy Sword Sect monks.

The pale blue thunderbolt wound around the surface of the heavy sword, making a slight crackling sound.

The pale blue light was reflected on the faces of everyone in the guard camp, and it was also imprinted on the faces of those sword cultivators of the Holy Sword Sect who controlled the splash, and on every face, there was a smile and a firm will.

"Fuck it!" The monk of the Holy Sword Gate frantically mobilized the spiritual power in the sea of consciousness, and the flying sword on the iron giant's fist suddenly exerted force.

At the same moment, more than two thousand Sword Sect sword cultivators urged spiritual power at the same time.

For a moment, the sword light was flourishing.

The blades of many flying swords directly pierced the steel skin of the Iron Fist, and after the sword body was submerged in the Iron Fist, it was still constantly advancing forward.

When more than two thousand stinging pains were produced at the same time, the iron giant was finally enraged, and instead of retreating, he suddenly exerted his strength, and the golden blood flowed wildly in his body, and the high temperature made his body begin to turn red, and the icy autumn rain directly vaporized into countless water mist before it fell on this huge and blazing body.

The huge right fist pressed down again.

The faces of those Holy Sword Sect Sword Cultivators instantly turned pale as paper.

But at this moment, light blue beams of light suddenly lit up, and it was the monks of the guard camp who launched the "Heavenly Thunder Great Array".

Unlike the previous blow, this attack did not cooperate with each other to condense into a sword, but used it with all its might without any scruples, and the magic power in the body was instantly emptied, and all of it was transformed into a pillar of thunder light.

The power of thunder was the first to destroy, and when thousands of pillars of lightning light of different sizes hit the giant fist, the huge iron fist began to melt, and hundreds of catties of molten iron fell.

The Iron Giant wailed, a foul-smelling wind blew from its mouth, and it subconsciously retracted its fist, but the pain made him even more angry, and his hands clenched into fists, and smashed again.

At this moment, a deafening roar sounded, and I saw a fire unicorn more than twenty feet tall leaping high, running wildly in the void, roaring and crashing into the iron giant's chest.

The Iron Giant staggered back a few steps, then slapped the fire unicorn from nowhere.

"It's the Kirsan people!"

One of the monks couldn't help but shout loudly.

In this crusade against the Gu Gate, many scattered cultivators in the Shiwei Realm participated, and this Qisan person was the strongest among them, but before, among the ten spiritual void powers who defected to the Gu Gate and were finally refined into human Gu, one of them was his son and nephew, and it was precisely because of this that he stood up after not asking about the world for nearly a hundred years.

What he didn't expect was that before the war started, so many changes had happened, and Yun Mo finally joined forces with the Sword Dao Sect and the Gu Sect.

The three elders of the Confucian and Taoist Palace attacked the city, and he originally planned to stand by and watch, but once this swampy new city was broken, the tens of thousands of monks present would not be able to escape death, which was definitely not what he wanted to see.

Qisan stood on top of the fire unicorn's head, his mind moved, the fire unicorn flashed, dodging the iron giant's fan, but suddenly a huge force came from under his body, but it was the iron giant's lightning-like knee collision, directly knocking the fire unicorn into the air, and then another punch, hitting the top of the fire unicorn's head, the huge head of the fire unicorn suddenly burst, countless flames and beast blood spilled out.

The Qisan people, who were connected to the fire qilin's heart, were devoured, spurting out a mouthful of blood, only to feel as if they had been struck by lightning, and as soon as their bodies were weak, they fell from mid-air.

The Iron Giant's series of attacks were like a cloud of water, it was hard to imagine that such a huge body would have such a terrifying speed, and the Qisan people did not expect this, so they suffered a big loss.

"After all, I underestimated this guy!" Qisan, who had lost most of his body, thought silently in his heart, listening to the wind whistling in his ears, and couldn't help but sigh, he didn't expect that he would be killed in the end.

And at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, carried him on his shoulder, and then the scimitar in his hand slammed into the iron giant's thigh, sparking countless sparks, all the way down, to the ground.

"You, are you ......," Kirsan asked with difficulty.

The scorpion didn't speak, and when he saw the old man, he ran wildly, and a huge shadow shrouded him, and the scorpion slammed on the ground and pounced forward, and the huge iron feet fell behind him, and countless smoke and dust splashed up, and the chaotic times flew out.

The scorpion rolled on the ground for a distance of seven or eight feet, got up, grabbed the Qisan man in his arms, and ran wildly again, "Are you okay?"

A faint voice from under him came from the Qisan people, "Also, I can't die yet." ”

The scorpion smiled unprecedentedly, "Although Lao Tzu is only in the realm of the middle stage of the calamity, it is still more effective than you, an old man in the spiritual void realm!" Without waiting for the latter to answer, Fu continued, "After you have turned over this iron lump, you have to thank me well, any exercises and spirit crystal spirit grass and the like, I don't pick one." ”

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and when he looked down, there was a finger-thick hole in his chest, and blood rushed out.

A chopstick passed through his chest, then through the head of the Kirisan, and then hovered in front of the scorpion, remaining relatively still with him.

This is an ordinary bamboo chopstick, but its owner is the three elders of the Confucian and Taoist Palace, so this bamboo chopsticks is no longer unusual.

It can be used to pick up vegetables, can be used to jump meat skewers, and can also be used to kill, kill and rob and kill the spirit.