The divine soul felt violently vibrating, and when Hao Zi counted to five, Wu Lihai stepped on the gravel ground, bursting out of a three-foot deep pit, and the person had already swung his fist and rushed towards the Nine Heavenly Cultivators of the Sword Sect who was suspended above everyone's heads. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the same time, Huang Xueyuan's eyes were bloodshot, the bloodshot in his eyes was instantly visible, the white sun mark on his forehead was shining, and he pushed forward with one hand.

Empty Seal

Time freezes, within a hundred zhang of Huang Xueyuan as the center, the morning breeze blowing, the gravel and sand particles in the air, everything is instantaneous. Moreover, the monks of the Sword Sect who were cultivating on the left and right of the "Cultivation Realm" were as quiet as sculptures, and the movements of the monks in the "Combined Realm" were extremely slow, as if they were staging a puppet show, and the movements of the "leaving" monks of the Sword Sect were also slowed down to the level of "Cultivation Realm", plummeting by six or seven levels.

On the contrary, Huang Xueyuan's sage bloodline supernatural powers did not have any impact on the monks of the Xiaotian Sect, and at the moment when Wu Lihai jumped into the air to stop the only Nine Heavens cultivator on the other side, they rushed towards the entrance of the deaf and dumb old man's Sitting Cave Mansion, facing Hao Ziqi directly, and facing the more than twenty Sword Sect monks behind him, who were obviously above the Triple Heaven.

The only sword sect monk suspended at the edge of the outer crater was not affected by Huang Xueyuan's similar sage bloodline divine power that suspended the passage of time. However, they still stayed where they were with their swords, and they did not strike at the first time, and the order they received was to hold their predetermined position and not let the surrounding Sword Sect monks escape alone.

Zhao Fei rushed forward with a broad axe, his whole body thundered and jumped, not an offensive, but a defensive position, and Huang Xueyuan, who was weak, ignored it.

Qian Fangrong led Yun Huanhuan and then threw out two snow-white pocket short swords, the sword body instantly dissolved, turning into a hundred flowers and bones that shimmered with metallic luster, and circled around the body three times, emitting a piercing sound of fine iron fighting.

Hao Ziqi stood silently on the spot, and there was a dark light on his chest reflecting his clothes, and there were hidden treasures.

On one side, the eightfold heavenly cultivator was an old man, stepping forward, blocking in front of Hao Qiqi, and when he saw the monk of Xiaotian Sect approaching the second zhang, the gray scabbard on his waist turned at high speed and left his body, his hand on the hilt of the sword, and the sword was drawn without a trace.

The snow-white sword light suddenly rose, and everyone in Xiaotian Sect only felt that it was dim in front of them, leaving only this dazzling snow white, and they felt that they had nowhere to hide, and there was no way to dodge, and they were confused, and they had the urge to take this sword willingly.

Time stood still, and his movements slowed down, but he couldn't change the fact that this Sword Only Sect old man was really in the middle stage of the Eight Heavens Departure.

The seven members of Xiaotian Sect who rushed to the front were glazed, and there were blood-colored thin lines in the center of their eyebrows spreading from top to bottom, and then the three of them paused, and the red line in the center of their eyebrows reappeared.....

At this point, the distance of more than ten zhang has become a gap between life and death.

Six breaths of time passed in the blink of an eye, the morning breeze was still there, the sand and dust were floating, and the time was over.

"Yin...."In an instant, the swords on the waists of more than twenty Sword Sect monks behind Hao Ziqi were all unsheathed, and the sword light and sword chant were continuous. The eightfold heavenly elder's eyes flashed, and a hundred sword-shaped phantoms were generated out of thin air on his back, as if the actual sword-shaped phantoms were scattered on both sides, bypassing the old man of the Sword Sect and drawing an "elegant" arc in the air, stirring towards the remaining ten or so Xiaotian Sect monks.

At the moment when the flow of time returned to normal, Huang Xueyuan looked at the entrance of the deaf and dumb old man's Zahua Cave Mansion from afar, shook his head with a regretful smile, and muttered in his mouth: "It's still a little close, but I can't wait..."

After speaking, he reached out and patted his forehead, and the black dazzling brilliance burst out through the gaps between his five fingers, and the extreme blackness submerged him heavily, and a voice came out: "Boundary seal." ”

A sword light swept by, dozens of deep sword marks opened horizontally and vertically on the gravel ground, and hundreds of sword-shaped phantoms raged from both sides, crashing into the crater wall thousands of feet away. The figure flashed rapidly, and more than 20 sword-wielding monks in Tsing Yi were suspended in mid-air, standing blankly on the spot.

There are only a dozen corpses left here, which are divided into two parts, and Huang Xueyuan, who can barely stand by relying on his hands and knees.

With trembling arms, Huang Xueyuan looked up with difficulty, and through the more than twenty Sword Sect monks in front of him, through Hao Ziqi, and through the Eight Heavenly Elders, he saw a group of people running towards the entrance of the Deaf and Dumb Old Man's Sitting Cave Mansion with all their might.

Huang Xueyuan smiled stupidly, fell forward without strength, and was still muttering to himself: "It's just a little bit, if you can get closer... It would be better if.. If Senior Brother Zhao is here, he should do better than me..."

The plan for the breakout was formulated by Huang Xueyuan, and when Hao Zi reached the fifth stage, he had already thought of the plan to break out in a desperate situation and informed everyone. The plan is actually very simple, as close as possible to the deaf-mute old man sitting in the cave, so that he can use the bloodline magic space to transfer the only sword sect monks who jumped over the road, and send everyone to the entrance of the deaf-mute old man sitting in the cave, and escape from the ascension to heaven.

But in the plan, which one of them is Huang Xueyuan who will die, because of the relationship between the saint's bloodline and supernatural powers, the boundary seal space is transferred, and he cannot transfer himself. Moreover, the distance of the transfer space is also limited by his own cultivation, which is also the reason why Huang Xueyuan has been struggling with the distance.

The old man who cultivated in the Eight Heavens was shocked, and when he turned around, he was a palm, and the surging vitality in the Eight Heavens monk's body erupted violently from the palm of his palm, and the tangible Gang Feng condensed ten zhang large and small handprints, and printed them as before.

However, at the moment when Yun Huanhuan realized the spatial transfer, he decisively threw out an object, a miniature screen the size of a palm.

The screen rises in the wind, the length and width of the zhang, after the landing, the black gas is swirling, there are five ghosts pushing the grinding diagram on it, the five ghosts are hideous and smart, pushing the grinding plate "gurgling", grinding out the filthy and pitch-black turbidity.

The handprint condensed by Gangfeng hit the screen, and the handprint completely dissipated, and the black gas was thinner.

"Rune Treasure?"

The old man snorted coldly, his body stabbed obliquely and jumped twice to avoid the screen, and the sword in his hand swung out an infinite sword shadow, slashing downward.

If Yun Huanhuan and them stuck behind the screen, they could hold on for a while, but when they were racing against time, they naturally used the screen as a one-time defense magic weapon, giving up some safe time, and fighting for a trace of life.

Layers of sword shadows fell, and ten people from Xiaotian Sect broke away from the team on their own, most of them were slightly immature on their faces, not knowing whether they were brave and resolute, or not repenting and pious, and there was a numbing sword shadow in their eyes, they turned around and met the sky.

Blood spilled into the sky, fragments of flesh and bones and falling cyan raindrops sprinkled down, and the layers of sword shadows were still castrated, brushing towards the Xiaotian Sect monks who only had thirteen people left below.

"Boom...", the sound of the air explosion came from far and near.

Wu Lihai wrapped his arms around a person and forcibly inserted it between the dense sword shadow and the fleeing Xiaotian Sect monk, and the sword shadow cut out deep bone and blood grooves on the two of them.

"You madman!" A roar was heard.

The cultivator of the Sword Sect of the Nine Heavens cultivated with a sword in his right hand pierced Wu Lihai's abdomen back and forth, and his left hand became a finger, and it was also pointed at Wu Lihai's chest, Wu Lihai's chest was a huge hole, the blood had dried up, and there were many sword qi overflowing.

Wu Lihai stepped heavily on the void at his feet, laughed wildly and rose to the sky, imprisoned the Ninefold Heavenly Tsing Yi Monk with both hands, and before the Eightfold Immortal Old Man came back to his senses, the three of them were entangled and collided together.

"Get out of the way, he's blowing himself up!" Another fury.

Hitting the concave edge wall of the crater, the three of them swayed into the air again, and the sword light was faintly visible, the two arms fell off, and the two figures quickly separated, and a touch of extreme light flickered. Twice... Three times.. Bloom.

There was a loud roar, the fireworks were monstrous, the air was twisted and wrinkled, and the two figures separated in advance flew out upside down like defeat, Wu Lihai self-exonerated the Dao Fruit Ripple Range, and the only Sword Sect monks who were sticking to the edge of the crater, because they were too close, there were those who were shocked and vomited blood, and there were also martyrs with low cultivation...

The strong wind howled by, and the monks of the Xiaotian Sect who were running wildly stood unsteadily, and were blown to the side. Fifty zhang in the air in front of him, a grain of dust and gravel was sucked into the inexplicable space and disappeared without a trace, which was for the deaf and dumb old man to sit in the cave. Zhao Fei picked up Yun Huanhuan with one hand, and looked around without distraction, and said in a low voice: "It's close, go quickly!" ”

An inner disciple of the Xiaotian Sect had just gotten up, and a cloud of cold sword light swept across his abdomen, and he lowered his head in surprise, only to find that he had been divided into two parts. The sky was spinning, subconsciously, this disciple of the inner sect of Xiaotian Sect was dazed and wanted to ask for help, and saw a blue-striped boot on the shoulder of the same door in front of him, and when he lifted it, he hooked his jaw, and after disappearing, the neck and spine of the same door were broken, and his head hung to the side, and he fell to the ground with him.

More than 100 bright metal flowers gathered together, forming a fan shape to stop the people chasing from behind, Qian Fangrong pinched the complicated trick in his hand, and reminded loudly: "Hao Ziqi." ”

Hao Ziqi, who stepped into the air, lightly handed out a sword, and the tip of the sword was pointed at one of the metal flowers, the metal flowers were not broken, but they were blocked by the surging sword shadow on the sword body, revealing a gap.

Only the Sword Sect has a sword trick, a sword at the beginning, three styles divide the world into heaven and earth, and the sword is shaped.

Hao Ziqi jumped deep over a hundred metal flowers to intercept it, and also waved the long sword in his hand low, cutting open the head of a Xiaotian Sect monk, just like a leisurely and leisurely way.

There were two Xiaotian Sect monks on the left and right who sensed Hao Ziqi's sudden arrival of the sword, and together with Zhao Fei, who was protecting Yun Huanhuan in the middle, they jointly attacked Hao Ziqi.

Pinched out an inexplicable trick with his left hand behind him, and the long sword in Hao Ziqi's hand separated into two illusory sword shadows, which submerged into the bodies of the two Xiaotian Sect monks on the left and right. The expressions of these two Xiaotian Sect cultivators immediately stiffened, their eyes were dull, and then invisible sword qi as thin as gossamers appeared all over their bodies, and their bodies and souls were already wiped out.

Only the Sword Sect has a sword trick, a starting sword, three styles divide the world into heaven and earth, and the phantom sword.

The sword momentum in his hand remained unchanged, and it touched Zhao Fei's broad axe that flashed with thunder, and the long sword bent in an exaggerated arc, Hao Ziqi snorted and jumped high with his strength. At the same time, the sword in Hao Ziqi's hand pointed at Yun Huanhuan behind Zhao Fei, and the trick in his left hand changed, pasted the sword grid at the top of the hilt, and said indifferently: "Go." ”

Only the Sword Sect has a sword trick, a sword at the beginning, three styles divide the world into heaven and earth, and the heart sword.

An untraceable hazy glimmer of light shot out from the body of the sword, the speed was extremely fast, and Hao Ziqi's three swords were exhausted, and the whole set of actions was smooth and beautiful.

This is the supreme code of the Sword Sect, the heart sword in the sword technique, which can only be learned by cultivating to the departure realm above the Seven Heavens. Recently, it is reported that the only sword sect gave birth to a stunning descendant, the first step of cultivating the body realm can be skilled in stepping on the sky monks can practice the shape of the sword and the phantom sword, find the life guide, after the initial condensation of the Dao fruit, easy to melt the heart sword, its kendo talent is the best in ancient and modern times, and was designated as the next suzerain heir by the only sword sect, its name: Hao Zi period.

The illusory and invisible heart sword quickly enlarged in his eyes, and Yun Huanhuan stroked the gray fluttering bracelet on his wrist, and the bracelet was disassembled and piled up, turning into a three-foot thin jade plate in front of him.

At the same time, the immortal sound was magnificent, and in the cyan rainstorm, more than twenty Sword Sect monks quickly gathered closer to Hao Ziqi, and the remaining one raised the sword in his hand and slashed at the neck of Huang Xueyuan, who was lying on the ground and was in a coma due to heavy injuries, and also wanted to quickly end this person and go to help his young sect master.

However, in the cyan rain curtain that landed and covered his body without a trace, a drop of water substantially fell on the face of this Sword Sect monk, and in the blink of an eye, before he could react, the figure flickered, and a head was thrown high.

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