Before Zhuge Chongyue's words fell, Zhao Wuji, who was under the weight of the "mountain", suddenly twisted his waist and hips, turned around and swung a sword.

In an instant, a bright but not dazzling sword light appeared, and in this light like a clear morning light, there seemed to be a holy power that purified everything, so that all the negative states exerted on Zao Wou-Ki were dispelled into nothing.

Seeing this, Zhuge Chongyue put his left hand together and stroked the surface of the ancient sword with his middle two fingers, so that all the remaining mountains where the sword intent manifested disappeared.

At the same time, Zao Wou-Ki's body was full of morning light, with the meaning of dispelling and purifying, resisting the sword intent with sword intent.

Thorin Hammer missed this opportunity as he pulled out a Mithril hammer from his robe pocket and slammed it into the half-melted greatsword in his hand with a clang.

The sparks flew, and the giant sword was struck, and a new blade spread out from the fracture as if it had come to life.

"Get out!" Thorin Heavy Hammer swung his giant sword, causing the behemoth, which was dozens of feet long, to slash diagonally towards Zao Wou-Ki, who was on the edge of the sword qi wheel, with terrifying might.

Zhao Wouji received the influence of Zhuge Chongyue's sword intent, and his body speed slowed down a lot, and in the face of this terrifying slash, Zhao Wouji still had a light smile on his face.

I saw him let go of the hilt of his sword, allowing the long sword in his hand to fly out on its own, and brazenly crashed into the exaggerated giant sword with such a huge disparity in size.

Choke!

In the tooth-aching sound of gold and iron, the long sword directly pierced through the body of the giant sword, drilling a small hole with cracks on the giant sword that was dozens of zhang long of Thorin Heavy Hammer.

"Oh, it's just on the surface, but it's actually fragile, like a blank sheet of paper. Zao Wou-Ki sneered, and he manipulated the long sword with his finger pinching the sword technique, leaving one hole after another in the giant sword at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Before the giant sword actually slashed, the long sword finally completely devoured it, and the giant sword shattered into pieces with a "choking" sound, like a heavy rain of metal in the air.

The flying sword then moved forward, and swept towards the dwarven monk Thorin Heavy Hammer, and the sword aura on it was fierce and surging with evil energy. In the blink of an eye, it was already at the center of Thorin Hammer's eyebrows.

The old dwarven man couldn't help but froze as he was about to dodge, his lips twitching as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed and let go of the bare hilt of his sword.

"I lost. ”

Thorin Heavy Hammer actually had a lot of methods to press the bottom of the box that he hadn't used, but the opponent's flying sword came too quickly and too quickly, so he didn't have time to use all his strength.

Seeing Thorin Heavy Hammer admit defeat on his own, he withdrew from the range of the sword qi wheel. Zhuge Chongyue, who was still fighting with Zhao Wouji at the level of sword intent, suddenly restrained his sword intent, and his body was dragged out of the Dao remnant, which was able to avoid Zhao Wouji's sudden flying sword.

Patting the ancient sword in his hand, Zhuge Chongyue said: "Go!"

As his voice sounded, the ancient sword also flew out of his palm on its own, and it quickly caught up with Zao Wouji's long sword.

Two flying swords grappled in the air, and sparks constantly collided out, accompanied by the crisp sound of "ping pong".

Zhuge Chongyue's body moved, and he quickly swept towards Zhao Wouji, and in a short distance, Zhuge Chongyue waved his muscular arm and smashed a heavy fist into Zhao Wouji's young and handsome face.

Zao Wou-Ki stretched out his left palm and accurately took Zhuge Chongyue's fist. Suddenly, a wave of qi centered on the place where the two of them exchanged fists and palms, and oscillated out in all directions.

Zao Wou-ki's sideburns fluttered, his palms clenched, and his left arm pulled back abruptly, pulling Zhuge Chongyue towards him. At the same time, the sword yuan on his right fist surged, and he threw it out violently, hitting Zhuge Chongyue's chest with a "bang".

Although he was protected by a gray and white robe, Zhuge Chongyue still felt that his breath was stagnant, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Zhuge Chongyue's body couldn't stop regressing, but he was grabbed by Zao Wouji's arm and couldn't really fly out upside down, Zao Wouji changed his fist into a palm, and the palm was full of light, as if there was a round of Da Ri being held in Zao Wouji's hand.

Sensing the danger, Zhuge Chongyue suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a blood sword condensed from blood, shooting at Zao Wouji's eyes, wanting to save himself. At the same time, the quaint sword, which was grappling with the long sword, suddenly turned to get rid of the opponent and stabbed at Zao Wou-Ki's vest with great speed.

Zhao Wuji tilted his head slightly, let go of the blood sword to attack, and slapped Zhuge Chongyue's chest with a palm before the ancient sword really stabbed him.

Zhuge Chongyue had just punched here, which was the weakest point in the gray robe at the moment, and Zao Wouji's right palm slapped it, and the scorching sun-like light suddenly flourished.

Before the light dissipated, Zhuge Chongyue's figure had already flown out of it, spilling a string of blood, and falling to the ground like a kite with a broken string, and he had fallen into a coma.

There were monks who were familiar with Zhuge Chongyue who came to his aid and caught his falling figure, but Zhuge Chongyue, who was seriously injured and unconscious, had obviously lost the qualification to compete for the [Ben Thunder Sword].

"Next. ”

Zao Wou-Ki stood with his hands behind his back, suspended in the air, and the long sword flew back on its own, returning to its scabbard with a "choking" sound.

Just after staging a battle with one enemy and two enemies, the monks around you, you look at me, I look at you, but no one dares to challenge Zao Wou-Ki.

"This Zao Wou-Ki's strength is terrifying, even if I use all my skills, it will be difficult to defeat him. Thorin Hammer sighed, he seemed to have lost hope in the fight for the [Thunder Sword], and was ready to look elsewhere for another opportunity, and left the valley with the wind.

Out of the valley, the surrounding fog thickened again, and a shadowless and strange flying sword returned from nowhere, back in the hands of Thorin Hammer.

Holding this shadowless and invisible flying sword, Thorin Hammer's figure suddenly darkened and blurred, and with the cooperation of the dense mist around him, he quickly became the same as the flying sword, shadowless and invisible.

Disguised himself with his strange abilities, Thorin Hammer was about to turn back into the canyon, waiting for an opportunity to steal the [Thunder Sword], his gaze suddenly lingering on the mist behind him.

The sound of the wind breaking through the air sounded, and a Terran man in a cyan robe pierced through the mist and appeared in Thorin Hammer's eyes.

"Another one who was attracted by the [Thunder Sword]. Thorin Hammer was silent in his mind, and he stayed where he was, watching the green-shirted newcomer pass by, ready to wait for the other to enter the canyon before he acted.

Suddenly, Thorin Hammer saw that the green-shirted man had turned his head to look over.

The other party's eyes were as black as ink, and there was not a trace of the whites of the eyes, as if they could see through his disguise and his skin, and the ominous gaze fell directly on the deepest part of Thorin Hammer's consciousness.

After a moment of trance, Thorin Hammerhammer discovered that the new Terran monk had entered the canyon.

Thorin Hammer shook his head, as if something had been ignored and forgotten, but he couldn't remember, even the act of remembering itself.

Thorin Hammer, who had disguised his body, quietly returned to the canyon, only to see that the "ring battle" was also coming to an end at this time, and there were more than a dozen monks around him who had not entered the battle, but they were obviously afraid of Zao Wou-ki's strength and did not dare to fight him.

Zao Wou-ki's arrogant gaze swept over the faces of one monk after another, his disdain was not concealed at all, and his gaze paused slightly when he passed over a monk wearing a red robe and even his appearance was covered by a hood, and then said to the monks: "Since no one can defeat Zhao, according to the agreement, this [Thunder Sword] will belong to Zhao!"

After a moment of silence, a monk suddenly scolded: "Let your mother's fart, who the fuck agreed with you?"

The monk's voice was loud and coarse, and at once he attracted the attention of all the monks around him.

I saw that the monk was covered in a pitch-black robe, not only could he not see his face clearly, but even his hands and feet were not exposed at all.

The sharp-eyed monk saw through it and said, "It's just a robe, and there's no one in it!"

At the same time, a strange monk with a transparent body had already used the short gap in the pitch-black robe to attract the attention of the surrounding monks, and his body quickly swept out, sweeping towards the [Thunder Sword] surrounded by clusters of electric light.

This monk's skin structure is unique, he is obviously flying at high speed, but he does not make the slightest sound of breaking through the air, and by the time everyone finds him, he is only ten zhang away from the [Thunder Sword].

[Ben Thunder Sword] Lao Tzu accepted it, and it will only be me who will become a disciple of the Sword Saint!"

At this moment, a round of sword qi suddenly turned, and with the sudden expansion of the volume, a "whoosh" sound spun in front of the monk.

"Ahh

I heard a scream, and suddenly a severed arm spurted out in mid-air, outlining the transparent form of the monk in a crimson color.

The monk still didn't give up, his blood-stained figure dodged one by one, and after letting go of another cut of the sword qi disc, his speed suddenly accelerated, and he wanted to take the [Thunder Sword] before everyone could react.

"The clown who jumps off the beam dares to be presumptuous!" Zao Wou-ki's eyes were cold, and the long sword behind his back unsheathed itself, stabbing at the monk at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Several monks who were familiar with Zao Wou-Ki also made moves, knowing that they were not Zao Wou-ki's opponents, and they had little hope of obtaining the [Ben Thunder Sword]. Thinking of helping Zao Wou-Ki get the [Ben Thunder Sword], it can be regarded as accumulating a favor, so they sacrificed their flying swords, swung their sword qi, and besieged the sinister "thief".

At the same time, there were other monks who attacked, but their goals were no longer unified, some of them sacrificed their flying swords and stabbed at Zao Wou-Ki, and some of them moved and swept directly towards the [Thunder Sword].

The scene suddenly became chaotic, and almost everyone fell into the battle group, but they all invariably shifted the center of the battle in the direction where the [Ben Thunder Sword] was located.

A blonde-haired, pointy-eared female monk of the Elven Clan had a smart body, and she actually broke out a path in the sword qi tide that was all over the sky, and she seemed to have the help of the wind spirit around her, supporting her to quickly come to the [Thunder Sword].

"Got it!" The elven woman had a soft appearance, and she smiled at this time, and even the sword light in the sky seemed to have become her foil.

The fair-skinned and slender five fingers grasped the slightly wild hilt of the [Ben Thunder Sword], and suddenly the sound of thunder was loud, and after a dazzling electric light, the elf woman snorted in pain and withdrew her arm, and the palm was scorched black.

The lightning of the Dao Silver Snake swam along her arm, causing her to fall into a brief state of paralysis, and just as she was thinking about how to take the [Ben Thunder Sword], out of the corner of her beautiful eyes, she saw a figure landing behind her.

"Offended. Zao Wou-Ki smiled apologetically, as if the sun was rising in his palm, and slapped his palm on the back of the elven woman mercilessly.