Under the palm of her hand, the figure of the elven female monk burst in an instant, dissipating in place like a bubble.

"Illusion?"

Zao Wou-Ki opened his mouth in confusion, and his eyes suddenly burst into a bright light like the sun, dispelling all vanity and illusion.

The elven woman she saw in front of her was still slapped with a palm, but she used illusion to create her own unharmed state.

Zhao Wuji sneered, stretched out his hand to summon the long sword, and at the same time slapped at the elf woman again, without the slightest intention of pity the jade.

The corners of the elven female monk's mouth overflowed red, she glared at Zhao Wuji, forcibly endured the pain in her back, and interlaced the ten fingers of her hands, forming a magic seal.

"Wind Spirit Blessing!"

With the recitation of an elven ancient language, a violent air flow instantly emerged beside the elven female monk, and this air flow rapidly expanded to the surroundings, not only pushing Zhao Wuji out for several zhang, but even the [Thunder Sword] surrounded by electric light was blown away.

[Ben Thunder Sword] is a broad-edged sword, and its own weight is very large, so it is only blown out of two or three zhang distance.

Before the [Thunder Sword] could land, a palm stretched out out out of thin air had already held the [Thunder Sword] in his hand, and a strong electric current was activated at the same time, and the scattered electric light outlined a shadowless and invisible short figure.

Thorin Hammer's body was paralyzed for a moment, and he involuntarily let go of the palm holding the [Ben Thunder Sword].

Phew-

Before Thorin Hammer could react, a swift sword slammed into the side of the [Thunder Sword], smashing the broad-bladed broadsword into its master.

Zao Wouji's robe fluttered, and his flying figure was already heading towards the [Thunder Sword], and he was about to grab the [Thunder Sword] in his hand as soon as he reached out and grabbed it.

"Wind Wrath!"

Another elven ancient language was read clearly, and the elven female monk opened her five fingers and aimed the palm of her right hand in the direction where Zao Wou-Ki was, only to see a burst of pale cyan dense wind blades condensed and formed in front of her, and shot towards Zao Wou-Ki at an extremely fast speed.

The sword qi around Zhao Wouji's body protected the lord by itself, but he couldn't resist this dense light cyan wind blade at all, Zhao Wouji snorted coldly and pulled the gray and white robe to the front of him, finally blocking most of the wind blade cuts.

At this time, Thorin Hammer also attacked at the same time, he took out the pocket hammer made of Mithril, and threw it violently, directly smashing the Mithril hammer into the back of Zao Wou-ki's head.

Bang!

Zao Wou-Ki reacted extremely quickly, almost at the moment when Thorin Hammer made a move, he had already raised his arm to protect his head, but the weight of this Mithril hammer far exceeded his imagination, Zao Wou-Ki only felt a pain in his arm, and the whole person had already flown out in a whirlwind.

"Wind Spirit Speed!"

The elven monk glanced at the diminutive Thorin Hammer, and suddenly her lips opened slightly, and she recited an ancient elven language.

Immediately, she waved her arms back, and a strong wind stood out, supporting her and flying towards the [Thunder Sword].

Thorin Hammer is closer to the Thunder Sword, and he moves at the same time to get the Thunder Sword before the Elven Monk.

Suddenly, the two monks who were rushing towards the [Thunder Sword] looked up at the same time, only to see a crimson pillar of fire descending from the sky, enveloping Thorin Heavy Hammer and the elven female monk with terrifying heat.

The ten-foot-thick pillar of crimson fire slammed into the ground, spreading out the flames and heat, creating a "world of flames" that drowned Thorin Hammer and the Elven Monk.

Zhao Wuji stretched out his fingers and slashed through the ensuing heat wave with his sword qi, and he looked up in the direction where the pillar of fire was coming, only to see a monk wearing a fiery red robe and a hood that could not see clearly.

Sensing Zao Wou-Ki's gaze, the red-robed monk stretched out his thumb and made a "throat-cutting" gesture at Zao Wou-Ki.

"Yan Guiyi!" Zao Wou-Ki recognized this person, and two angry flames lit up in his eyes.

Yan Guiyi has only been in the Sword Sect for more than sixty years, but because he has a good elder, his cultivation progress is extremely fast, and among the outer sect monks, he is one of the few guys who can make Zhao Wuji feel jealous.

After making the gesture, Yan Guiyi stretched out his hand and made a move, and a broad-bladed broadsword floated in the burning flames below, which was the "Thunder Sword".

As if supported by flames, the "Thunder Sword" flew far away towards Yan Guiyi.

"Dignified Sword Sect monk, you don't need to put the Mahayana swordsmanship, but you are good at using crooked techniques, you are not worthy of entering this sword shrine!"

Zhao Wouji scolded angrily, before he could finish speaking, he already held the long sword that flew back upside down in his hand, and when the sword yuan surged, Zhao Wouji swung his sword in the air, causing a sword qi as bright as the scorching sun to rush straight towards Yan Guiyi.

At the same time, as soon as Zao Wou-ki's body moved, he was about to take down the "Thunder Sword".

At this moment, a figure in a cyan robe suddenly appeared, and a mysterious black mist surrounded him, swept towards the "Thunder Sword" at a very fast speed.

"Who?" Zao Wou-Ki was shocked, he hadn't been able to discover the existence of the other party until the moment before this person made a move, which meant that the other party was either extremely good at concealment, or ......

"Martial arts in mind?" Zao Wou-Ki guessed, and the palm of the hand that was stretched out towards the "Thunder Sword" suddenly turned, and a fierce sword aura burst out from the palm of his hand, shooting towards the green-shirted monk who had killed halfway.

The green-shirted monk's eyes were as black as ink, his gaze swept over Zhao Wuji's body, and his body immediately changed, only to see him spin in the air, avoiding the sword qi at an extremely subtle distance.

One more point to avoid the speed, less to avoid the can't dodge, the green-shirted monk can be called an antelope hanging horns, natural.

After avoiding the sword qi, the "Thunder Sword" was already in front of the monk in the green shirt, but instead of reaching out to grab the hilt of the sword, he kicked the "Thunder Sword" away.

Thorin Hammer's form leaped from the "sea of fire" and appeared in the flight path of the "Thunder Sword" like an unpredictable prophet, and the sword elements on his hands converged, so that he dared to borrow the broad-bladed broadsword surrounded by electric light.

Zao Wou-Ki pounced, and seeing that the "Thunder Sword" had been obtained, Zao Wou-Ki slapped his palm at the green-shirted monk in front of him in anger.

However, seeing that the green-shirted monk was not in a hurry, he took out a crystal clear, human-like object out of nowhere, and blocked it in his chest, just blocking Zao Wou-ki's full slap.

The scorching light burst out from Zao Wou-Ki's palm, but then dissipated again, as if there was a monster that fed on the light, engulfing the scorching rays in one gulp.

The strong palm power also disappeared like a mud cow into the sea, and Zao Wou-Ki was about to wonder, when the object in front of him, which looked like a crystal human bone, suddenly emitted bursts of blue light.

The blue light flows endlessly, like a river flowing from the past and rushing to the future, reproducing the palm from the "past" in the "present".

The scorching light reappeared in front of him, but the target had become Zao Wou-Ki himself!

Bang!

Zao Wou-Ki felt like he had been slapped with all his strength, only to feel that the pain in his palm was abnormal, and the whole person couldn't stop flying upside down.

Yan Guiyi, who was suspended in the air, looked at him, and it was not unusual to be able to repel Zao Wou-Ki with a single look, no matter how powerful Zao Wou-Ki was among the outer monks, after all, he was only an outer monk, and the well-informed Yan Guiyi never regarded Zao Wou-Ki as his real rival.

To Yan Guiyi's surprise, the green-shirted monk gave him a strange feeling.

You must know that there are only a few hundred monks from the outer sect of the Sword Sect, such as Zhao Wuji, who entered the Sword Sect earlier than him, he knows every single one, and the monks who are the same as him, Yan Guiyi is even more familiar, and the only ones who can make him feel strange are those newcomers who have just entered the Sword Sect not long ago.

But how could a newcomer defeat Zao Wou-Ki in a single move?

Unless his own strength is extremely strong, but such a strong person will either directly enter the inner gate of the Sword Sect, or he will be rejected by the Sword Sect, and it is impossible for him to appear in the ranks of the outer sect monks.

Puzzled, Yan Guiyi simply didn't want to, he snapped his fingers, and his body suddenly burned with red flames.

"Meteor Fire Rain Sword. ”

Yan Guiyi opened his mouth coldly, and the crimson flames around him suddenly condensed into a flame flying sword, and with the wave of Yan Guiyi's arm, they shot out like rain, encompassing the green-shirted monk below and the Thorin Heavy Hammer holding the "Thunder Sword".

The rain of flames and swords fell one after another, and the sword qi of Thorin Heavy Hammer's self-protective body only lasted less than a second under this kind of attack.

In this life-threatening danger, Thorin Hammer had no choice but to fold himself up and use his robes to resist most of the flaming sword rain, but the "Thunder Sword" came out of his hand under the impact of the flaming sword rain.

The green-shirted monk was none other than Ye Shengqing, who was controlled by the Mind Demon Venerable who had temporarily seized his body, and poured his sword yuan into the spine bone taken from the corpse of a certain Daoist, which was cut off by the seventh in sequence.

In an instant, the blue light reappeared, and the light curtain condensed into a hemispherical water curtain, wrapping Ye Shengqing in the middle.

The flaming sword landed on the hemispherical blue water curtain with a "snort" sound, and then submerged into the water curtain without even a ripple.

The water curtain moved with Ye Shengqing, quickly approaching the "Thunder Sword" that had fallen to the ground.

"Think beautiful!" Zao Wou-ki's figure turned back, he held a long sword in his hand, his body looked like a flying immortal, and he straightened out with a sword to take Ye Shengqing's head.

Zao Wou-Ki did not show mercy at all because of the "no killing" rule in the sword shrine, he had already regarded Ye Shengqing as an opponent of the same level, and he should treat it with all his might.

At the same time, Yan Guiyi snapped his fingers again, and the crimson flames immediately burst into flames around him, and quickly condensed into a flame flying sword.

"Meteor Fire Rain Sword. ”

Unlike the sword rain of the previous round of covering strikes, this time, all the flame flying swords pointed to the same place - Ye Shengqing, who was hiding in the blue water curtain.

Ye Shengqing, who was targeted by the two powerhouses here at the same time, did not change his expression, his eyes were still as deep as ink, he stretched out his arm and spread his five fingers, aimed his palm at the "Ben Thunder Sword", and said in a sluggish and vicissitudes of life: "Capture the dragon claw." ”

A suction force came from his palm, and there was a pitch-black demonic qi "fueling the flames", and this martial art originating from the human world suddenly erupted with a powerful suction force that was different from the past, attracting the "Thunder Sword" to it.