"Desperate? This is the next policy, you should kneel down and surrender, maybe there will be a glimmer of life. ”

The old man's voice was low again, and he looked at them and said, "You will die faster if you fight hard. ”

"We die faster, but we will also live more people. ”

Lin Yisong's long sword pointed at the old man, and said: "You also said that the poison of these spirit scorpions and black beetles restrains each other, although it is painful, but it is not immediately fatal, and the sick junior brother can barely be evenly matched in a battle with you, I guess that it is enough for me to kill you here with only seven people." ”

His sword was provoked upward, and the sword qi was sent, and a black beetle was hooked into the air, which he caught and pressed on his arm, allowing it to bite, and then provoked a spirit scorpion in the same way, and stung himself.

A few older disciples took the beetle and the spirit scorpion and took the initiative to poison themselves.

Even if you can't see your face clearly, you can know that the old man's face has changed greatly at this time, and he just wants to see them suffer a little more, so he brought the tide of black beetles and spirit scorpions to attack, but he didn't expect to be used by the other party in turn.

Since he came to Changming to make trouble, then the disciples must kill him here, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

If there is only one person, it will be difficult to kill this person under the torture of double poison, and if there are two or three people, they may win, but they will definitely be escaped by the other party.

According to the number of opponents' stick methods and the depth of the disciples' skills, seven people are exactly the minimum number of people who can kill each other.

Lou listened to the rain Xuanhuang sword technique again, scared off the surrounding insect tide, Lin Yisong and Bai Da Fat Man, including seven people, stepped on the insect tide, and unfolded their bodies like an old man.

The seven of them are almost all disciples with the lowest qualifications, if the double poison is not treated, even if they become invalids, or die directly on the spot, then it is naturally the most cost-effective for them to die.

It's cold, but it's the best thing to do right now, and the least price you can pay.

So no one grabbed them, and no one took a half step back.

They stood up, and the big white man, as the only disciple from the outer mountains in the field, also stood up.

The other party is in the Collapse Realm, although the strength is not as good as before, it is still difficult to kill, and a disciple of the Cave Realm needs to make a move to ensure that he is killed.

Lou Tingyu's qualifications are one line higher than Lin Yisong's, but due to his age, his cultivation is temporarily inferior to him, so Lin Yisong also stood up.

Seven people, seven sword qi, with the hope of the survival of more than twenty senior brothers behind him, slashed at the old man.

There is no time to test each other, and the shot is the strongest sword move.

swordsmanship,

Ben Thunder Swordsmanship,

Dragon Killing Sword,

The Lonely Boat Sword,

Armor-piercing sword......

The old man knew that he was invincible, and the seven people on the other side were all burning and killing powerful swords, and the sword intent had been accumulated for a long time, and it was shocking to use it at this time.

The thunder in the north is faint, the stars are flashing in the south, the moonlight is bright in the east, the red is as red as blood in the west, the lonely boat is coming in the distance, and the horses are galloping nearby.

These visions eventually converged into one point, and that point was the tip of Lin Yisong's sword.

The sword momentum is like water and pervasive, gathering into a river and then ten thousand rivers into a sea, setting off thousands of waves across the Hongmen.

And the old man stood in front of the Hongmen.

Xuanhuang Sword, the water stretches for thousands of miles!

......

......

The most difficult part of the Changming Sect's sword formation is that all the disciples must have the same beliefs in order to complement each other's sword strengths.

Now that they are facing the threat of life and death, they are still shouldering the will of the brothers behind them, and they will fight with a resolute heart, and if they can live at that time, their cultivation will definitely go further.

Because their goal of sword is very clear, they have achieved the combination of seven swords, and the vision is full of wonders.

The old man roared to the sky, and the black robe rose without wind, turning into butterfly-like fragments in the night, revealing an old but hideous and ugly face.

At this time, he was naked, and his body and face were painted with strange runes, and those runes were faintly moving, as if they were alive.

Only Lin Yisong, who was closest to him, could see clearly that those runes were actually extremely small insects, densely packed on his body, forming these patterns.

When Lin Yisong's sword was less than a foot away from the old man, the small worm on his body suddenly erupted into a sharp roar, and the sound was terrible, which was easily reminiscent of ghosts and ghosts.

I saw that the runes quickly turned from black to red, emitting a fiery breath, and the powerful air pressure that followed blew the dust and grass blades at the old man's feet to all around, and even the broken stones were lifted.

But they couldn't stop the swords of the seven.

I saw that the old man used all his strength to probe the long stick forward, and the tip of Lin Yisong's sword combined with the strength of seven people collided with the long stick for a while.

The dazzling sword light and the scorching red light illuminated the dozens of battles around them, and all the disciples were pierced and closed their eyes. Only Lou Tingyu still used the Xuanhuang Sword, which was only a move, and suffered half of the impact for the juniors.

The next moment, the sword light suddenly dispersed, and the red light disappeared.

The sharp sword aura and scorching aura also disappeared without a trace.

The old man flew out upside down, breaking two green bamboos before stopping, and the disciples were even more miserable, covered in blood, and no one could continue to stand outside Lin Yisong.

The old man relied on the strange runes to gain all the strength of his peak, and although it only lasted for a short time, it was still incomparably powerful.

"Is this the Collapse Realm?"

Lin Yisong said in his heart: "I don't know if all the strength of my seven people killed him." ”

The old man lay there silently, motionless, and the short sword of the sick man was still stuck in his chest, and it looked as if he was dead.

The insect tide no longer closes, but gradually collapses, and there is no lack of cannibalistic chaos among them.

Lou Tingyu was full of sword intent in his hand, and those poisons instantly scattered and fled into the green bamboo forest.

The disciples lifted up the wounded disciples, tore their clothes and bandaged their wounds.

Lu Yingfeng took off the gourd on the waist of the sick seedling, fed him a sip of medicinal juice, and said seriously: "It's beautiful, admire." ”

The first sentence is sincere praise, and the second sentence is sincere respect.

Sick Yangzi smiled and didn't speak, he knew that his young master never lied to himself, this was all true.

Just as the disciples were rejoicing in the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, Lou Tingyu suddenly said: "We must rush to the mountain gate as soon as possible, and those who have the recovery pill on our bodies replenish it as soon as possible, and we will rest for a while and set off." ”

The disciples with the double poison in their bodies gradually attacked at this time, and the pain was unbearable, even Lin Yisong gritted his teeth, and his Dao heart was turbulent.

Leaving two disciples here to take care of them, the rest of the disciples went straight to the mountain gate.

In fact, such things have happened in all the peaks, either powerful cultivators, or old formation masters, or good hands, without exception, they are all Tiancang Mountain cultivators who have cultivated profoundly.

They have only one mission, to kill the inner mountain disciples and the closed door disciples!

Some elders did not rush out of the peak and stayed on the mountain to save the disciples of this peak, but most of the elders hurried over, resulting in heavy casualties among the disciples of this peak.

Qingzhu Peak is the one that pays the least price.

However, just after the disciples left, the toxicity gradually became stronger, and the two poisons were mutually exclusive, biting each other like worms and snakes in the disciples' bodies, and the pain was unspeakable.

"Haha, you sacrificed your life and didn't kill me, I didn't expect it. ”

A voice sounded solemnly, and the two disciples unsheathed their long swords, and the sword intent was permeated.

I saw that the old man stood up in the broken bamboo, his body was shaky and crumbling, and the sick sword of the sick man had begun to take effect, and the combination of the seven swords also made him seriously injured.

Even if you are lucky enough not to die, you will pay a great price in the future.

But he didn't plan to leave.

Because the old man wanted to kill them completely.

The two disciples and the seriously injured disciples showed a look of affection, the other party was full of energy, obviously using some kind of secret method of burning life, the two disciples were enough to save their lives, but it was extremely difficult to protect so many burdens.

The old man roared frantically and rushed towards several disciples.

Lin Yisong deserved to be the first in the inner mountain, and he actually roared and forced himself to stand up, although the sword intent was like that, it was mellow and full.

The next moment, just when the old man came to the door of the crowd, he was less than a foot away.

A faint purple light suddenly lit up from the depths of the bamboo forest, shooting at the old man like an arrow, piercing through his abdomen.

His dantian mansion was completely destroyed, and he fell to the ground softly, still keeping his eyes open until he died, keeping that hideous face.

This time it's really dead.

Only then did the disciples see clearly that the purple light was not an arrow, but a sword!

The sword body is slender, and even a little delicate, and it is a women's sword.

They all recognized this sword, especially Lin Yisong when he first appeared in the purple light.

Because this is the first sword of Qingzhu Peak, Lin Yisong has been defeated under this sword countless times.

Cherish the sword!