Sword Wind and Thunder also joined the battlefield.

As the head of the clan and the second immortal cultivator of the sword clan, Sword Wind Thunder held a bronze ruler sword in his hand, and shot out a cyan line of fire with a volley in the air.

A column of blood golems was pierced by a thin cyan line of fire, and after standing still for two seconds, the body suddenly burst into cyan flames.

The pierced blood golems fell in pieces, creaking with a clatter.

Under the fierce attack of the two immortal cultivators and the sword clan warriors, the blood puppet collapsed, and the victory of the sword clan was in sight.

However, the next scene made everyone's hair stand on end.

The blood golem that had been stabbed to the point stood up again, black dirt leaking from the wound, and its movements slowed down, but it was still moving forward.

They don't seem to feel the pain and won't stop.

This means that it takes more effort to kill a Blood Golem.

As time passed, the physical strength of the sword people could not keep up, and those evil creatures did not know tiredness and pain at all, and the balance of battle began to be unbalanced.

Daylight also noticed that the blood puppet that he had slapped back on its feet.

For the punishment elder Jian Li, the unilateral tu sha began.

Sporadic screams and cries for help disturbed the minds of the Sword Clan who were still fighting.

The blood golems glowed with a faint red light, and they raised the sharp blades in their hands, mercilessly slashing down the sword people who had revealed their flaws due to hesitation.

There were a few unlucky Sword Clansmen who were dragged by the blood golems and buried in red in the blink of an eye.

The Sword Clan's weapon slashed at the Blood Golem for less than ten seconds before it resulted in deeper wounds and complete death.

The Sword Clan is gradually disintegrating.

The two immortal cultivators, Sword Death and Sword Wind Thunder, changed their fighting styles, becoming more wild and cruel, manipulating flying swords to kill into the enemy formation, and every blood puppet they passed through turned into a cloud of blood mist, shattered, and could no longer stand up.

This gave the Sword Clan some confidence back.

Jian Li's eyes had already turned blood-red, staring at the two pale spiritual power shields in the center of the battle.

The sword wind and thunder and the sword died, and the only two people in the sword clan who entered the ranks of immortal cultivators were like two fish bones stuck in their throats.

Jian Li commanded a part of the blood puppets to separate from the large army and quietly poured into the village from the side.

"Sword death!" shouted the sword.

"Sword Calendar!!" Sword Death turned in the direction of Sword Calendar, and the Soul Helping Sword killed four or five blood puppets in a row, and then turned around and shot at Sword Calendar.

The sword can feel that this battle is slowly tilting, although the sword people are all fighters, but the number is too small to resist the huge undead army, capture the thief and capture the king first, those red evil things are driven by the sword calendar.

"Come on. The corners of Jian Li's mouth raised slightly, and he looked at Jian Li's death mockingly.

A flash of red separated the two lines of sight, and the Soul Helping Sword was blocked by the red curtain in front of Jian Li.

"Sword death, but that's it!!!" shouted Jianli. "All are to obey my !!"

"Obey my !!"

Every time the sword calendar shouted, the sword people died, and the blood puppet's life-killing blade slashed at the sword people with the rhythm of shouting.

The sword's eyes breathed fire, and he controlled the soul sword to continuously slash through the blood-red spiritual power!

Although the strength of the sword rebirth regressed to the early stage of the Ning Dan Realm, he was confident that he would defeat the sword calendar.

The Soul Helping Sword is a supreme heaven level, and the sword can only exert a little power with its current cultivation, but one point is enough.

"Imperial !!"

The sword followed the words of the sword, and the soul sword first rushed into the sky, and then swooped down.

"Mayflies shake the tree!" Jian Li disdained in his heart, the heaven-level weapon was just a piece of scrap metal in the hands of your sword death.

Jian Li knew in his heart that it would be a lie to say that he was not afraid of the sword death, so he made all preparations.

He is now at the peak of the Ning Dan Realm, and he is a step ahead in the realm, and the most important thing is that the two of them had just drunk a few hours ago, and the Broken Spirit Grass in the wine should also play a role.

Jian Li raised his hand and made a cut in the palm of his hand with a knife, and blood splattered out, condensing into a scarlet blood sword.

Looking at the blood sword in his hand, Jian Li's eyes showed fanaticism.

Regarding the collusion with the Blood God Temple, he didn't tell the truth, on the way to transport the flying sword, it was the Blood God Temple that he took the initiative to find, and thus met the woman who haunted him, the Blood God Temple Master Yu Sin'er.

It was also she who gave him something he would never get, strength.

Turning blood into a demon is the secret method of the Blood God Temple, which can raise a person who has escaped the mortal realm to the third realm of cultivating immortals, and the consummation of the Dan realm, which is an irresistible temptation.

But there is a hidden danger that turning blood into a demon will shorten the life to six or seven years. However, these sword powers were not known, and the Blood God Temple Master only said what he wanted to hear.

Either way, this is undoubtedly a great gift to the sword calendar that has suffered an ancient curse.

Everyone in the Sword Clan is a good root and seedling for cultivating immortals, but because of the curse of the evil dragon, the ability to cultivate immortals has been imprisoned.

The few people who break the shackles will also weaken with age, and even the sword death will fail to break through the realm, falling from the sixth realm to the third realm Ning Dan realm.

Through the exercises of the Blood God Temple, Jian Li became the person he wanted to be.

"Disobedience or death!! "Sword Force" threw the bloody sword at the sword to die.

"Get out of the way, father!" Bai Tian cried out when he saw the powerful blow.

The sword shook his hand and pointed at it. "Broken!"

The Blood Sword routed in mid-air, and Daylight breathed a sigh of relief, slashing back at a nearby Blood Golem.

Jian Death continued to attack Jian Li with all his might, but it only left a small crack in the blood-red shield, and there was a gap in strength between the two.

But after all, the Soul Helping Sword is a heaven-level divine weapon, and the breach is getting bigger and bigger.

Jian Li was surprised. "You're great, but it's time to finish. ”

As soon as the sword died, the irresistible feeling of powerlessness was transmitted from his fingertips to the limbs, and he suddenly understood that it was the wine, and the sword was poisoned in the wine.

The sword recalled the soul sword and circled around, and all the blood puppets nearby broke their waists into two, giving them some more time to breathe.

The sword tree shouted hysterically: "Behold, the sword is defeated, obey me !!"

The sword warriors were left with little left under the roar, but they still resisted stubbornly.

The Sword Wind Thunder Clan Patriarch stepped on the flying sword, and cyan flames popped out from his ten fingers, and more than a dozen blood puppets disappeared in an instant.

There were too many blood golems, and the Sword Clan resisted wave after wave, but it still didn't decrease.

At this time, the blood golems that had poured into the village from the flanks had returned.

To everyone's horror, they came back with the old, weak, sick and disabled of the Sword Clan.

They were all people who had been put on hold in the council chamber and could not participate in the battle.

"Your Tibetans are really poor, and now everything is under my control. Jian Li smirked, he had the most important chips in his hands to win the victory.

"Sword Calendar, what are you going to do!!" Jian Fenglei shouted.

Jian Li smiled disgustingly with victory in his hand. "Your resistance will only be exchanged for the blood of innocent people!"

The blood golem raised its butcher's knife, and the first group of old people died under the knife, including the old patriarch Jian Yan.

The sword wind thunder patriarch descended from the sky, removed the shield, and looked at everything in front of him, tears poured out involuntarily, and the bronze sword was taken out of his hand, cha j land.

"Jian Li, I obey, don't kill again! "The patriarch who laid down his sword was sad and helpless, waiting for death to come.

The blood golem brandished its weapon and passed past Sword Wind Thunder, ignoring him who had already obeyed.

The chain continued, the sword clan put down their blades, and only the sword was left to fight alone, despair swept him, because of the sword wine, the spiritual power in his body was almost impossible to mobilize.

Daylight was still fighting in EI, and he saw the blood puppet surround his father, just like when he surrounded Li Huai, and began to attack.

Father's pale blue spiritual power shield couldn't withstand so many attacks, and it shattered.

The cold blade was attached to the sword's neck, and the flying soul sword lost control and fell to the ground.

"No!"

Seeing his father being captured, Daylight let out a desperate cry.