The storm formed by the shattered blades quickly swept through the entire upper body of the Inner Gate Monk.

The gray robe on his body, and even the skin and flesh under the robe, were all broken.

The shadow that belonged to the inner monk came alive at some point, and at this time, he seized the opportunity and strangled the inner monk's neck.

"Uh...... Damn!"

The inner monks were injured one after another, and it was difficult to get rid of their shadow for a while.

At this moment, where the sword qi and the fire light were intertwined, a pitch-black arm covered with barbs poked out again.

With a faster than ever, "poof", it pierced through the inner monk's abdomen and pulled back abruptly, as if it were trying to pull something out.

The inner monk's eyes widened suddenly, and white foam flowed from the corners of his mouth, which were stained with dried blood.

The Inner Monk grabbed the shadow behind him with one hand and the dark arm in front of him with the other, and he trembled as if he were struggling the hardest.

"Run, when he absorbs my power, it's too late......"

Yan Guiyi's figure that was about to rush forward stopped in place for a while.

From the other party's intermittent and difficult words, Yan Guiyi could feel the other party's rapidly weakening breath, and understood that it was too late for him to rescue.

"Damn! can't even the [Flame] state compete with this demon for a short time?" Yan Guiyi couldn't help but feel a little frustrated in his heart, and his retreat also arose at the same time.

The pride of the [Yan Clan] and the instinct to survive collided fiercely at this moment, in Yan Guiyi's heart.

While he was still hesitating, the inner monk let out a terrible scream.

I saw that a pure and brilliant "Sword Dao Root" had been grabbed by the evil pitch-black arm and forcibly pulled out of the inner door monk's body.

Seeing this, Yan Guiyi had no need to hesitate, his body moved, turned into a flash of fire, chose a direction at random, and galloped away.

"Don't leave me!"

"Help me......"

"Yan Guiyi save me!"

On the ground below, a group of outer door monks saw Yan Guiyi fleeing, and the glimmer of hope that had finally risen in their hearts was shattered.

The figure of the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable was visible from the flames that tended to dissipate, and he was still not visibly damaged, but his facial features were a little more blurred.

This Demon Venerable did not interfere with Yan Guiyi's departure, he took the pure and brilliant "Sword Dao Root", and swallowed it in one bite in front of the inner door monk.

Immediately, a series of brilliant sword lights burst out from the body of the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable, making him look like a lantern full of holes.

Just when the group of outer gate monks below were expecting the Demon Venerable to die violently, the sword light finally subsided, and the pitch-black mist once again enveloped the body of the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable.

This time, the facial features of the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable were obviously much clearer, especially the pair of red eyes, the meaning of destruction contained in them was even more profound, maybe with just one look, he could kill the more fragile life of ordinary humans.

"Hehe, the strength has recovered to five. The Defeated Sword Demon Venerable said in a deep voice, he looked at the inner monk who was still in his hand and looked obviously in a trance, and asked, "Where else can you find a guy like you?"

The inner monk kept silent, as if he had become a dead man.

The Defeated Sword Demon Venerable's arm shook, turning this inner sect monk and Sword Saint disciple into ashes.

The Demon Venerable looked down at the number of outer door monks below who had plummeted, stretched out his right palm, and slowly pinched it downward.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The explosions rang out one after another, it was an outer sect monk who burst into a blood mist, and they who had lost their sword yuan were so vulnerable and powerless in the face of the ruthless killing of the Demon Venerable.

Hurry up!

Yan Guiyi was so anxious in his heart, but his speed still slowed down irrepressibly.

The [Flame] state has reached the limit of maintenance, and the price of bursting out the full potential of the body also makes Yan Guiyi extremely uncomfortable.

But when he sensed that not far behind him, the lives of those beings had disappeared without warning.

The desire for life in my heart overwhelmed everything for a while.

Yan Guiyi trembled all over, and blood spilled out of every pore.

Because he was forced into the [Flame] state, his body was too overdrawn.

Sleeping peacefully at this time is the best choice for his body.

But Yan Guiyi didn't dare, he could feel the gaze of the demon and knew that the other party didn't really intend to let him go.

He could only continue to flee and keep fleeing......

When the exhaustion of the body affected the operation of the Wind Resisting Technique, Yan Guiyi finally fell to the earth unstoppably.

There was a burst of black and white in front of him, and he couldn't distinguish what was in front of him, and just as he was about to smash his head on the ground, a flash of fire suddenly flew from the sky, and Yan Guiyi was firmly in his arms.

It was a burly man with long hair as red as fire, shirtless, and a body of bursting muscles.

Behind him was a man with a flask hanging from his waist, a flying sword on his feet, his long hair tied up in the sky, and his face quite unruly.

The burly red-haired man reached out his palm against Yan Guiyi's chest, and poured wisps of thick sword yuan mixed with the blood energy of the [Yan Clan] into Yan Guiyi's body.

He said to the man with a wine gourd hanging from his waist and a rather unruly face: "Riding the wind, can you see who he was injured by?"

The man's lips twitched, and a breeze suddenly blew around him, as if he was silently communicating with those wind elements.

After a moment, his expression became obviously serious, and he spoke, "It seems that the demon who defeated the sword broke through the seal." Huoyun, you settle your descendants first, and I'll go find the whereabouts of the demon. ”

The red-haired burly man known as "Huoyun" was the Huoyun Sword Saint that Lu Li had seen from afar, and the one who came with him was also one of the Sword Saints-the Wind Riding Sword Saint.

The Fire Cloud Sword Saint shook his head and put Yan Guiyi down on the spot, he said, "No need, I'll go with you, Defeated Sword may have other helpers, otherwise with the state he just broke through, he will definitely not be the opponent of Condensing Frost." ”

The Wind Riding Sword Saint didn't say much more, harnessed the flying sword under his feet, and headed in the direction guided by the wind.

The Fire Cloud Sword Saint turned into a firelight rising from the ground, he was suspended in the air, and after thinking about it, he condensed a long sword composed of flames and threw it towards Yan Guiyi.

The Flame Sword pierced through Yan Guiyi's body, but it didn't cause any damage, and it turned into a burst of fire light that flowed on Yan Guiyi's surface.

This can help Yan Guiyi defend against the enemy when he encounters a crisis again.

After making this simple arrangement, the Huoyun Sword Saint's figure moved, dragging a dazzling trail in the sky, and followed the Wind Riding Sword Saint.

......

On the original Tongtian Square, there is no trace of the original on the ground, and there are ravines of different depths and dirt that has been flipped many times.

The Frost Sword Saint's white hair had been scattered and draped, and there was obviously a bit of exhaustion on his cold face.

Beside him, there were two disciples, who also consumed most of the sword yuan at this time, and each had different degrees of injury.

The [Returning Spiritual Spring] they carried with them had already been used, mainly because the two inner sect monks were too easily injured in a battle at this level.

The Sword Shrine Guardian with two crimson horns on his head, sitting cross-legged on the top of the Gundam Stone Gate, he hadn't really made a move yet, but only helped the [One-Horned Heavenly Kun] get rid of the shackles of the "Sword Intent Shackles".

The crazy [Unicorn Tongtian Kun] plus some of the clones of the Mind Dementor Venerable are enough for the Frost Sword Saint to drink a good pot.

The Sword Shrine Guardian looked at the battle with a grin, and suddenly reached out and slapped himself.

The guardian of the sword shrine who had finally merged into one after thousands of years did not react in shock or anger, he still maintained a smiling appearance, and said to himself: "Good thoughts, evil thoughts, you are just a part of me, why is there any need to quarrel for the life and death of a few mortals?"

He then said, "I didn't really kill that Frost Sword Saint, it's merciful enough, you can also give me a stop from evil thoughts, don't always urge me to make a move." ”

Ang ——!

The [One-Horned Heavenly Kun] let out another roar, and it had regained its ability to move freely, obviously with no intention of leaving directly.

In the rolling and rushing of the qi waves, the giant tail of the [One-Horned Heavenly Kun] swung, and the terrifying body that was thousands of miles long suddenly advanced, crushing towards the Frost Sword Saint with the momentum of destroying the heavens and the earth.