As soon as the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable stretched out his hand, he took out a "Sword Dao Root" from the headless corpse and swallowed it alive into his abdomen.

"The rest is all this kind of stuff. The Defeated Sword Demon Venerable muttered to himself in a low voice, and suddenly stretched out his hand, and nearly ten outer sect monks floated into the air involuntarily.

"Damn, I don't want to die!"

"Why do you want me, why do you want me to ......?"

"Don't panic, our sword yuan seems to have recovered, fight with that demon!"

In the words of perseverance or horror, they flew uncontrollably towards the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable, even if they had recovered the Sword Yuan, they still couldn't get rid of the invisible traction through the wind.

Until this moment, even the monks who were afraid of death had the courage to fight to the death, and they showed their own exercises and used what they had learned all their lives to delay the approach to death.

The dazzling, vertical and horizontal sword qi instantly submerged the figure of the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable.

But as the pitch-black mist rose and surged, those brilliant or fierce sword qi all returned to nothingness and submerged into the body of the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable.

"Whew-"

The Defeated Sword Demon Venerable exhaled a long breath, and seemed to be quite satisfied with the wave of sword qi just now.

With a casual grab, he let the nearest sword cultivator speed up towards him.

With a miserable scream, another "Sword Dao Root" was forcibly ripped out by the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable, and put it into his mouth, chewing "rattle".

"Kill! Fight him!"

"If you want my life, I will kill you with a sword!"

A group of monks accelerated against the wind, and took the initiative to approach the defeated sword demon venerable, their swordsmanship was dexterous or heavy, and at the moment of life and death, they all exerted a level of strength far beyond the usual.

The pitch-black mist around the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable surged again, differentiating into dozens of pairs of pitch-black arms one after another.

These arms emitted wisps of black smoke and barbs, and with the absolute speed of dragging out the afterimage, they quickly probed into the sea of dantian qi of those monks, and forcibly took out one "sword path root" after another.

"Ahh

"No!!"

In the screams one after another, nearly ten outer gate sword cultivators ...... They could no longer be called sword cultivators, and they fell to the ground one after another.

This time, Yan Guiyi, who was already at a low point, had no way to save everyone, so he could only watch them smash to the ground and fall into puddles of mud.

After absorbing so many "Sword Dao Fundamentals", the vague and illusory face of the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable suddenly became clearer.

His eyes were as red as blood and full of destruction could be seen through the dark mist.

The Sword Sect cultivators who were still on the ground tried to flee separately when the sword cultivator was forcibly shot into the sky just now.

They were gambling, betting that they were the lucky one, betting that they were the ones who were ignored by the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable.

But the facts once again shattered their luck.

That path has followed their shadow since it was born, but at this time it has become the biggest obstacle to their escape.

Without perceiving the sword element, these outer sect monks were no match for their own shadow at all.

One by one, they were forcibly dragged back by the neck, or they relied on their physical strength to fight with their own shadows, but it was definitely hopeless to escape.

Yan Guiyi had already put Zao Wou-Ki back on the ground, but none of the two outer-door monks chose to flee.

Yan Guiyi smiled helplessly: "It seems that we are destined to die here." ”

Zao Wou-Ki's face was pale, as if he had just come out of an ice cave.

On the one hand, after losing the "Kendo Root", his body and soul were directly damaged.

On the other hand, the sword path that he was proud of was shattered and ended today, making this proud son of heaven feel like ashes for a while, and his body and mind collapsed.

Zao Wou-Ki said in a trance: "Some people are not dead yet. ”

Yan Guiyi shook his head and said, "Haven't you noticed it yet, that demon needs to use our 'Sword Dao Fundamental' to recover his state, the stronger the sword qi and sword intent we burst out, the more it will be for him." When he is fully recovered, it will only be a matter of time to obliterate us. ”

After Yan Guiyi's reminder, Zao Wou-ki's unfocused eyes rolled slightly, and he asked, "Then why don't you escape?" With the level of magic you shown, those animated shadows shouldn't be able to trap you. ”

Yan Guiyi sneered and said, "Heh, do you think that I only care about myself like you?" Among the Sword Sect cultivators present at the moment, I am the only one who still has combat effectiveness. If I escape, you really won't have any chance. ”

And you can't necessarily get away with it.

Yan Guiyi didn't say anything in the second half of the sentence, his eyes kept scanning the surroundings for a moment, hoping to find an opportunity to break the game.

Zao Wou-Ki was ridiculed, but there was no-for-tat, he was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "I am indeed inferior to you." ”

"I'd love to see you throw in the towel, but it doesn't help to break the game. You still have to think about it, what is the way to break the game. Yan Guiyi responded.

"That Inner Sect Cultivator ......," Zao Wou-Ki began, "his physical state has returned to its peak, and it is only because of the excessive consumption of the Sword Yuan that it has affected the Divine Soul, so he has been falling into a coma. ”

Yan Guiyi's eyes lit up, and he continued: "If we have a way to restore his sword yuan, he may be able to wake up! With the strength of an inner sect cultivator, even if we can't win against that demon, we still have the hope of escaping." ”

"But the question is, how do we get that inner sect monk to recover the sword element? Our 'sword path fundamental' has been lost, and there is no way to gather the sword yuan to him. Zao Wou-Ki reminded.

Yan Guiyi fell silent, he watched another group of nearly twenty outer sect monks fly into the air, and suddenly had an idea in his heart.

I saw this monk with red hair as fire, carrying the unconscious inner door monk on his shoulder, connecting the Dharma seal with both hands, and galloping towards the air with the wind control technique.

And those outer monks who were involuntarily dragged into the air regained their perception of Jian Yuan.

Although they could not escape their final fate, they still tried to resist the traction from the air, delaying the process as much as possible.

In this way, Yan Guiyi, who was urging the spell with all his strength and resisting the wind, soon came to the vicinity of the group of sword cultivators.

Yan Guiyi held the inner door monk and said, "Everyone, pour your sword yuan into his body in its purest state! ”

He said it without any concealment, because under the gaze of that Demon Venerable, Yan Guiyi didn't think that he could complete this matter quietly.

Rather than carefully delaying the time, it is better to let go and gamble.

Bet on the arrogance of that Demon Venerable and the contempt for the outer sect cultivators of the Sword Sect such as himself.

"It's Yan Guiyi!"

"Since Senior Brother Yan said so, let's do it!"

One by one, in the purest state, the sword yuan flew out from the palms of nearly twenty outer door monks, and all of them poured into the inner door monk's dantian qi sea.

In this regard, the Defeated Sword Demon Venerable neither stopped nor stopped pulling those outer sect monks.

Yan Guiyi was happy in his heart, he made the right bet! The Defeated Sword Demon Venerable really didn't care about the hard work of a group of ants.

But then, Yan Guiyi felt a chill in his chest, and when he looked down, he saw a pitch-black sword tip emitting wisps of smoke, which penetrated his body at some point.

"Uh......" Yan Guiyi couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, only to feel that his vitality was passing rapidly...... Wildly sucked by the tip of that pitch-black sword!

Yan Guiyi's eyes suddenly lit up with two rounds of blazing red illusory flames, and the flames spread rapidly, making every inch of Yan Guiyi's skin have a few more illusory flames.

His short red hair stood on end like a flame at this time.

Yan Guiyi raised his head to the sky and roared, reached out and pulled out the tip of the pitch-black sword and threw it out.

This kind of vision is a strange ability inherited by Yan Guiyi's bloodline, which can make the children of the "Yan Clan" burst out to the full potential of their bodies in a short period of time.

The current realm of Yan Guiyi and the excavation of the bloodline ability were not enough for him to use this ability as he pleased.

Therefore, only in the case of a real threat to life like just now, it is possible for Yan Guiyi to break out in this state.

"Is this the state of [Flame]?"

Yan Guiyi's flaming eyes stared at his hands, and he felt the powerful power transmitted from this flesh.

For Yan Guiyi, this is a terrifying power that far surpasses swordsmanship and surpasses spells!