86_86259 "Forgive me" I don't know why Shishan's eyes have become slightly rosy at this moment, which has never been done before.

On the stone steps in the distance, Mu Feng, who saw this scene, shouted "no ~~~~~~" to the two of them

With a flash of sword light, the originally noisy and chaotic sound in the square came to an abrupt end, the air was filled with a thick smell of blood, the breeze blew through the mist and wrapped around everyone, and all of them seemed so quiet that they could only hear the rapid breathing of everyone.

"Don't let that Mu Feng kid run away" When Shi Shan passed by Murong Xian with an indifferent expression, Murong Xian also shouted at Shi Shan.

Shi Shan's expression was calm, her eyes were extremely indifferent, and she glanced up, her eyes just in contact with Mu Feng. Immediately after that, a dash turned into a white light, and several disciples who were responsible for blocking outsiders from ascending the stone steps fell to the ground without warning, and they didn't even have room to fight back.

"Let's go!"

The three disciples who were in charge of escorting Mu Feng saw Shi Shan rushing towards him at an almost extreme speed, and hurriedly pulled Mu Feng, who had already bitten his lip and blood at the corner of his mouth, and had become numb from being completely enraged at the moment.

"Bang~"

As soon as Mu Feng turned around, there was a sudden sound in the square behind him, a roar like a tiger coming out of a cage, and a harsh and thick sound like metal impact suddenly focused everyone's attention on Chu Zhen.

"Sanqinggui Avenue"

Huanghuang Tianwei cannot be desecrated, Chu Zhen is like a true god, standing in mid-air, the robe on his body swings without wind, and the sword qi in the sky is wrapped around him, forming an impermeable sword wall, and then you can clearly see hundreds of swords emitting weak white light, one handle is staggered and orderly, connected to each other, with Chu Zhen as the center, blocking and shielding the surrounding area of ten meters.

"This~This can't be~"

Seeing this scene, Murong Xian, who was in tattered clothes under Chu Zhen's lean, widened his eyes and looked at Chu Zhen in disbelief.

Shi Shan, who was chasing Mu Feng and the others in the distance, also stood up and looked at Chu Zhen with a complicated expression, while the many disciples of Santai Mountain in the square below, who were originally evenly matched, were all excited when they saw Chu Zhen use this move, and let out cheers that shook the mountains and forests.

And those Hundred Flowers Valley disciples looked at each other with timidity on their faces.

Seeing this scene, Mu Feng's eyes widened, and his eyeballs were about to kick out, a person who couldn't use soul energy could actually summon such a dazzling sword formation, could it be said that Chu Zhen was already so strong that he could defeat the enemy without relying on his soul energy alone?

"The last layer of the Sanqing Sword Style, I have been here for more than ten years and it is the first time I have seen it!"

A disciple standing beside Mu Feng exclaimed again and again as he watched the hundreds of lightsabers under him wrap Mu Feng in a circle, and he was so invincible.

"Is this the strongest form of the Sanqing Sword Style?" Shi Shan also muttered to herself in a low voice when she saw Chu Zhen make such a ferocious move.

Mu Feng, who had recovered from the horror, also frowned, and repeatedly recalled in his mind that there was not a single fragment of Chu Zhen's Sanqing Sword Posture before.

The uniqueness of the Sanqing sword style is to perform dazzling and unpredictable swordsmanship only with its own functions, one Qing pays attention to the fearless sprint to fight for his life, and the second Qing is unpredictable and unpredictable swordsmanship, Sanqing is only a legend in the hearts of most disciples on Santai Mountain at this moment, that is, ten thousand swords are one.

Although most of the disciples on Santai Mountain were now able to reach the third layer in one go, compared to Chu Zhen's majestic and dazzling sword, all they could do now was just some skins.

"Hmph, it seems that I still underestimate you"

Seeing that Chu Zhen's face turned red and he could hover in the air for so long with just one breath in both hands, Murong Xian's face sank, his left hand rose slightly, and the long sword in his right hand cut through the white palm, and the blood flowed along the blade that emitted milky white light.

"Suffer Death"

Chu Zhen let out a loud shout, and then swung the cyan long sword in his hand vigorously, and hundreds of light swords around him gathered towards the long sword in his hand, and after a while, the long sword that was originally half a battle long was instantly entangled by the sword qi and extended into several wide cyan giant swords.

The green energy was as dazzling as a god, and the huge cyan long sword between the wind and clouds slashed straight down at Murong Immortal below.

The strong killing intent prompted Murong Xian to bend down, but his eyes became more aggressive, and the white sword in his hand suddenly burst into a bright light because of the infusion of her blood.

The several orchids carved on the sword's body flew out of the sword as if they had been given life in an instant, and then they were suspended in front of her and grew larger and larger, until finally each one was still a foot wide before it stopped.

Several orchids blocked her from the greatsword that was slashing above her head.

"Bang~"

The deafening impact was accompanied by the surging waves that swept around, and it completely blew away the mist that shrouded here all the year round, the blue and white lights were intertwined, and dozens of disciples who couldn't dodge were implicated and were blown out and fell into the distance, and the originally chaotic square was like an autumn wind sweeping away the leaves in an instant, and a large open space was blown out by the light and air waves generated by the collision between the two.

The thick smell of blood filled every side of the air on Santai Mountain, and after the brilliant and dazzling strong light, Mu Feng and the others gently put down the hand that blocked their eyes, Mu Feng had been here for a few months, and it was the first time he saw that there were no clouds and mist on Santai Mountain.

However, when he saw the battle below, his eyes widened, and he was half speechless like all the survivors present.

After the last layer of the Sanqing Sword Style, which shocked the audience, Chu Zhen's clothes were in tatters, and he could almost be described as wearing a red body, his whole body was covered with blood and his hair was scattered on his knees, and in front of him was a short sword that had already broken into two pieces that had lost its luster.

And on the other side of him, Murong Xian was also uncomfortable, her face was pale, she stuck the long sword in her hand upside down on the ground to support herself not to fall, a large amount of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, staining her chest red, and the whole person was constantly trembling, and it seemed that she was not lightly injured.

"Sect Master~"

There were less than fifty people in the square who survived, and most of them were the disciples of Baihua Valley, and seeing the two of them like this, the disciples on both sides gave up the confrontation and hurriedly ran towards their respective sect masters.

"Ahem~~ Haha, old guy, you are already at the end of the crossbow"

Murong Xian, who was standing up straight with the support of several Hundred Flowers Valley disciples, looked at Chu Zhen, who was half-kneeling on the ground motionless in front of him, and smiled slightly excitedly.

"Wow~~" With the support of his disciple, Chu Zhen struggled to get up from the ground, but a mouthful of blood was not suppressed and sprayed out of his throat, "You're almost done here"

"Well, not necessarily. The Sanqing sword style is very strong, especially this last move, but it seems that the backlash against you is also very big, after all, people have to serve the old, don't they? Murong Xian snorted coldly.

"Hahahaha, making such a big movement on my Santai Mountain, do you think you can still live?"

Chu Zhen ignored Murong Xian's words, and laughed wildly with blood in his mouth.

"Hmph, it's okay, let's leave. But now I'm afraid that you people are not Sishan's opponents alone, right? Murong Xian sneered.

Indeed, as she said, now Shi Shan is probably the strongest on Santai Mountain, seeing that Chu Zhen has completely lost his combat effectiveness, and the other disciples are basically scarred, only Shi Shan is unscathed and energetic, in other words, now Shi Shan alone can kill the few remaining ten or so people on Santai Mountain.

"Hehe, Chu Zhen, you underestimate me Murong Xian too much, take our people away."

Seeing that Chu Zhen was no longer able to move, and was indifferent to his previous words, Murong Xian sneered and slowly walked in the direction of the mountain with the support of several disciples.

More than a dozen surviving disciples of Santai Mountain in the square saw that Murong Xian and the others were about to leave, and were about to step forward to stop them, but they were stopped by Chu Zhen with a wave of his hand, and they watched them leave like this, and no one made a move.

"Kill them all"

Dozens of Hundred Flowers Valley disciples carried the corpses of their companions, and when Murong Xian walked to the end of the square, he suddenly turned his head to Shi Shan in the distance and said in a cold voice.

"Even these children are killed?"

Shi Shan heard Murong Xian's words and turned her head to the corner of the house below, and the few immature children who were hiding glanced at Dai Mei and frowned slightly, as if they were a little unbearable.

"You must not leave a living mouth, a fire will burn this place, what to do is better than I should know!"

Murong Xian replied coldly, and there was a slight hint of threat in his words.

"Whew~ I'm sorry!"

Shi Shan exhaled softly, and suddenly the sword swooped down from the long stone steps, and after a while, there was a continuous wail in the square, and when she heard the sound of killing coming from behind her, the corner of Murong Xian's mouth, who was already walking on the way down the mountain, showed a cold and satisfied smile.

"No~~"

After Shi Shan shuttled back and forth several times among the dozen or so remaining disciples who were already covered in scars, these disciples fell in a pool of blood, and at the same time, Shi Shan's neon clothes and feathers were also stained with the blood of her peers.

Seeing this scene, Chu Zhen, who was powerless to fight back, couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"They can't run either" After finishing off the people around Chu Zhen, he looked at Mu Feng and the others on the stone steps in the distance expressionlessly and said softly, as if he was talking to himself and to Chu Zhen, who had long lost his ability to resist in front of him.

There is only one way up and down the mountain of Santai Mountain, at present, Mu Feng and the three disciples who have been escorting him around him are not strong enough to travel in the sky, and jumping down from the high mountain of hundreds of battles is also a dead end, not to mention that the mountain has been surrounded by Zhao Chong's army at the moment, in other words, Mu Feng is probably in a catastrophe today!

"Hey~ A thought at a glance, a thought of persistence, it is doomed. Your father is drinking to quench his thirst! ”

Knowing that he had returned to heaven and lacked skills, Chu Zhen also sighed repeatedly