With a "bang", the semi-clear ice coffin that exuded a biting chill finally fell to the ground.

Let the restless hearts of the outer monks also fall back to their original places.

"What's going on with this guy?"

The two Inner Sect cultivators of the Sword Sect glanced at each other, and they both saw doubts and incomprehension in each other's eyes.

The inner door monk who was short in stature and had two mustaches turned his head to Yan Guiyi: "The movement here must have been noticed by the sword saints on the remaining inverted islands. ”

As he spoke, he looked at his own master, the Frost Condensing Sword Saint.

Although the Frost Sword Saint and the Flood Desolate Beast [One-Horned Heavenly Kun] were very different in size, the battle between the two sides was still in a stalemate under the containment of the "Sword Intent Shackles" derived from the countless kendo cheats.

I saw that the Frost Sword Saint raised his arms high, causing the hundreds of glaciers to fall towards the [One-Horned Heavenly Kun] like rain, which made the back of the Flood Desolate Beast with a body of thousands of miles gradually condense layers of frost, making the [One-Horned Heavenly Kun] several attempts to break free from the shackles ended in failure.

Seeing that his master could not suppress the target in a short period of time, the inner door monk with two mustaches looked at Yan Guiyi again and continued: "You will lead the team and take these outer door monks to the edge of the inverted levitation island to receive the sword saint who came to support. ”

What he didn't finish saying was that if this [One-Horned Heavenly Kun] really tried its best to cause destruction, the entire inverted levitation island would probably be dragged and buried by it.

Only by hiding on the edge of the floating island can it be possible to avoid the impact of the first wave and get a chance of survival.

Yan Gui, who was entrusted with the task, nodded and immediately agreed.

And Zhao Wouji, who was also standing on the side, his face was a little unpleasant, in his opinion, the task of leading a group of outer sect monks should be entrusted to himself who had the longest cultivation years.

Zao Wou-Ki asked, half-unwillingly, half-looking for some sense of existence: "What about the two of you, won't you evacuate with us?"

"The master is still fighting, and we disciples have the reason to escape from the battle. ”

It was the cold-looking Inner Gate Monk who spoke, and as he spoke, he pushed out the third Inner Gate Monk who had been attacked by Ace and had been cured by the [Returning Spiritual Spring], but still fell into a coma due to excessive consumption.

Zhao Wuji instinctively stretched out his arm and hugged the inner monk.

"Take him with you. ”

After explaining this last sentence, the cold man and another bearded inner door monk rose up together against the wind, and came to a position that was not too far away from the Frost Condensation Sword Saint, but could step forward and sweep the formation at the first time, ready to support at all times.

Yan Guiyi gathered the outer monks who could still move, and asked them to take those monks who were seriously injured or unconscious, and ran away with their backs to the battlefield behind them.

I don't know how far I ran wildly, the breathing of the outer sect monks gradually returned to normal, and the operation of the sword yuan in the body no longer seemed sluggish.

It was only at this time that they finally got rid of the terrifying suppression from the [Unicorn Tongtian Kun].

After the sword element was restored, the outer monks changed to resist the wind, and their speed increased much compared to running on the ground.

Yan Guiyi and Zao Wou-Ki flew far away at the front of the group, neither of them would slow down, as if they were fighting for the non-existent leadership position, and they had left the monks behind them far behind.

Glancing at Zhao Wouji, who was beside him who didn't give up half a step, Yan Guiyi sneered and said:

"Zao Wou-ki, it's okay for you to try your best to compete with me, but the one you're holding has just been seriously injured. When the time comes, it will affect this person's recovery, do you think those disciples of the Frost Condensation Sword Saint will spare you?"

When Zhao Wuji heard this, he couldn't help but slow down the speed of the wind a little, he thought about it, and suddenly smiled: "Being able to entrust this to me shows that those two inner monks trust me more." Yan Guiyi, you can't compare to me in terms of ability. ”

Yan Guiyi shook his head disdainfully and said, "For me, the identity of the inner door monk is just a trivial matter on the board. But for you, Zao Wou-Ki...... But you need to do your best to have the slightest possibility of becoming an inner monk. ”

"Who wouldn't be open-mouthed, if you have that ability, why are you still an outer monk now?" Zhao Wou-Ki obviously didn't take Yan Guiyi's words seriously.

Yan Guiyi: "Hehe, I thought you guessed, so I didn't bother to continue hiding." I didn't expect you Zao Wou-Ki to be as stupid as ever, look at my hair color, there's no trace of familiarity?"

Hearing this, Zao Wou-Ki carefully examined Yan Guiyi's hair.

I saw that it was a short hair with a fiery red color and like a flame, which made Zhao Wuji, who had been practicing in the Sword Sect for more than 90 years, couldn't help but have a name in his heart: Huoyun Sword Saint.

Seeing that Zhao Wuji fell silent for a while, Yan Guiyi sneered, "You may think that it is a great luck to have a blood relationship with a Sword Saint. ”

Yan Guiyi stroked his short red hair, shook his head and said, "Most of the time it is true, the blessing of a sword saint can make the entire family prosperous and immortal. But for me, who was naturally better at practicing magic, but because of the existence of a sword master in my family, I was forced to practice swords, it was a misfortune. ”

Zao Wou-Ki sneered, "What's the matter? Suddenly say these things to me? Are you stupid by the roar of the [Unicorn Tongtian Kun] just now?"

"You think I'm showing you weakness? No, no, no, I just want to tell you that everything you've been desperately trying to get is so unworthy in my opinion. Yan Guiyi sneered.

Zao Wou-Ki was about to scold a few words, but suddenly a flower in front of him, and when he looked again, he saw two figures, and a stone gate ten feet high appeared in front of him.

Yan Guiyi and Zao Wou-Ki stopped at the same time, they had all seen the stone gate on the opposite side, it was the gate to the sword mound, and two guardians with similar appearances were guarding inside and outside the door.

Among the two figures, the one who straddled the top of the stone gate, Yan Guiyi and Zao Wou-Ki were also no strangers.

This is the Sword Shrine Guardian, but at this time, the Sword Shrine Guardian already has two curved red horns on the top of his head, and the color of his skin is similar to that of normal Terrans, neither too fair nor too deep.

At this time, the corner of the Sword Shrine Guardian's mouth outlined a playful smile, and his scarlet eyes looked at the side with interest.

It seemed that he was curious about what the existence next to him would do to these Sword Sect Outer Sect monks.

Beside the guardian of the sword shrine, also standing at the top of the stone gate, was a figure shrouded in black mist.

The black mist kept moving for a moment, building the limbs of the figure and driving them away like life.

It outlines the vague and illusory features on its face, and an explosive black mess of hair that hangs down to the ankles.

It's just that this figure composed of black mist was completely in his eyes, and the sword yuan in Zhao Wouji's body suddenly boiled.

Among the hundreds of bones of his limbs, every sword qi aperture that had been opened up after thousands of hardships had occurred to varying degrees of "rebellion" at this time, and they were attacking each other endlessly.

There was also a "rebellion" in the sword yuan in Yan Guiyi's body, but in addition to the sword yuan, Yan Guiyi also had a spell that he had practiced since he was a child and had not fallen for half a day.

I saw him reach out and put his hand on Zao Wou-ki's shoulder, and a ball of flames suddenly rose from under his feet, enveloping them in a stream of crimson flames in the blink of an eye.

Among the outer door monks who were walking against the wind, a flame suddenly rose, and Yan Guiyi, Zao Wou-ki, and the inner door monk who was held by Zao Wou-Ki showed their bodies from the flames.

"Scatter and flee, there is danger ahead......"

Before Yan Gui could finish his words, a pitch-black, slender palm surrounded by a dark mist had already stretched out from behind him.

The palm of his hand pinched Yan Guiyi's chin, and the pitch-black mist penetrated into Yan Guiyi's pores like worms.

Let Yan Guiyi's skin emerge a series of dark and evil meridians.

Seeing this, the monks of the outer gate dared to stay, and ran in different directions one by one.

But in just an instant, the sword yuan in the bodies of those outer sect monks broke out into a "rebellion" one after another, and the sword yuan they relied on once again lost control and fell to the earth like a humanoid dumpling.

The pitch-black figure looked at the Sword Shrine Guardian who had only followed at this time, and said in a low voice: "You go to pick up Tongtian, I need to make up for it." ”

The guardian of the sword shrine, who was born with two horns and was already a complete body, looked at the group of outer door monks who kept falling to the ground with pity.

But soon he grinned wickedly, as if he found the scene very amusing.

"Come over when you're done having fun, don't get blocked by those Juggernauts. The Sword Shrine Guardian said, and then he patted the stone door under him, and flew towards the direction of the Tongtian Square at an almost teleportation speed.

The pitch-black figure pinched Yan Guiyi's chin with one hand, and the other hand that surrounded the dark mist directly penetrated Yan Guiyi's body from behind, and in the latter's eyes full of horror and despair, he pulled out something the size of a red date and a red body.

This thing is like a sword qi, but it is more illusory, like a sword element, but it is more condensed. It gives people an intuitive sense of contradiction and a fiery sword intent.

At the moment when this crimson thing came out of his body, Yan Guiyi suddenly lost his perception of his own sword element, sword qi, and sword intent.

Yan Guiyi thought of a possibility, what he was pulled out of his body was the root of the sword path and the origin of the sword intent that he had cultivated so far!

I saw that the pitch-black figure opened its mouth, threw the red thing into it very casually, and chewed it rattling.

He chewed a few times, shook his head and said, "The sword qi is thin, the sword yuan is also mixed, and even the sword intent is not tough enough, it is really a waste." ”

With that, he casually threw Yan Guiyi out, as naturally as he casually discarded a handful of peanut shells.

There is no real wound behind Yan Guiyi, although he has no sword yuan at this time, he is still a spell.

I saw that Yan Gui single-handedly pinched the law, relying on a simple wind control technique, so that the speed of the fall was slowed down again and again, so that he would not end up miserable after losing the sword yuan.