Headed by Jin Hong, nearly two hundred flying swords galloped over Yangzhou, approaching in the direction of Jingzhou.

In less than a stick of incense, Ji Qing began to glide with the sword, and the elder disciples behind her also fell with her.

Within a radius of 100 miles, the ground is scarred and pitted, leaving many traces of dozens of large and small battles between the sword shrine and the séance altar over thousands of years.

The ravines and steep cliffs everywhere are all made of sword qi, as well as countless potholes and pits of great difference in size, insect and beast corpses displayed on the surface, all of which are from the hands of Jingzhou witches.

Even, this ancient battlefield with a prescription of a hundred miles was originally a vast plain forcibly opened up by the two factions of masters with great magical powers to flatten the mountain peaks, and there is still no grass growing after thousands of years.

Raising the Jin Lin sword high above his head, Ji Qing said in a loud voice: "The head of the house has an order! The monster invades my Yangzhou border, and regards my sword mound disciples as nothing, you must know that Yangzhou cannot be bullied, and the sword mound cannot be bullied!

"Fight to the death and never retreat!"

"The disciples of the first realm listened to the order, set up a three-style attack sword formation of splitting, flying cold, and burning the plain, spread out a ten-mile battle line, unveiled the blood treasure talisman seal, and lured the demon into the urn!"

"A realm disciple has an order!"

"The disciples of the Second Realm listen to the order, ten miles are the boundary, and take the initiative to attack!"

"The disciples of the Second Realm have been ordered!"

"All the elders listen to the order! Sit in the sky, block the battlefield here, and leave no one behind all the huge monsters and fish that have slipped through the net!"

"Order!"

Ji Qing held the sword with both hands, Jin Lin was shining, and the sword body was like a mirror reflecting the figure of the disciple of the sword mound.

Someone slowly took off into the air, his eyes were projected to a hundred and ten miles away, looking at the lush and tall primeval forest in front of him, extremely quiet, except for the wind and leaves, not a single bird could be seen, and not a single cry could be heard.

Some people go away with swords, at the beginning of the relaxed freehand, like the children of a wealthy family who are outing, how did they not expect to get close to the ancient forest, the interest was blown away by a gust of foul smell and fishy wind, the closer they get, the more dignified their expressions are.

There are also many people who take out the blue, blue, and red scrolls they carry with them, and with a slight shake, the text spell on the scroll is automatically embedded in the ground and disappears, and the scroll itself also gives birth to unexpected changes, and the scroll surface made of paper turns into a sharp broadsword, which can break through the ground and insert it into the soil without much effort, acting as an eye for the formation.

More than fifty disciples of the First Realm are not strong enough to fight head-on, but trivial things such as laying formations are not difficult, after all, the formation diagram and materials are ready-made, just do your job well, this trip is mainly to broaden your horizons and increase your experience, and it is rare to have a big war like this.

It didn't take long for the three sword formations to be laid out in a line, and a certain disciple unloaded the three layers inside and outside the three layers behind him and wrapped a solid bronze vat with a talisman, and silently recited the spell in his mouth, and the talisman fell off automatically, and when he landed, a burst of blood was overwhelming, extremely sweet, which was extremely attractive to the Gu worms in Southern Xinjiang, and the blood demon could not escape such a temptation.

The ten elders of the Three Realms waved their long sleeves, and a hurricane suddenly blew between the heavens and the earth, enveloping the blood qi and invincible westward, instantly enveloping the huge ancient forest hundreds of miles away.

It's silent.

The ancient forest was full of green, Ji Qing looked at it, and thought of other places for no reason

"After a while, he will go with me to see the master. ”

Thinking of this Ji Qing was a little happy, Jian Zun owed Longmen a favor, and it was right to thank him in person, but it was another meaning for a woman to take a man to see her elders.

Poor stupid fellow is an elm head, and has been kept in the dark to this day.

The sword roared, and a white light pierced through the canopy and slashed into the sky, and several disciples flew high and left the forest sea, and several blood-red figures under them spread their bat wings and followed closely behind, swooping upward.

More and more disciples flew into the sky, and the number of blood demons increased exponentially.

100, 200, 300...... The list is endless!

More than a hundred disciples of the Second Realm fought and retreated, and they couldn't stop it at all.

In addition to the humanoid blood demon with wings on the back of the sky, many blood-colored beasts suddenly sprang out from the edge of the ancient forest, looking like a rat tide from a distance.

It wasn't until the ground beneath his feet began to shake, and the "rat tide" was only ten miles away from the battle line, that the disciples of the First Realm discovered that each blood-red four-legged figure was as big as a tiger or leopard, or even larger, and there was no end in sight, and blood beasts were constantly rushing out of the forest.

Ten thousand beasts are galloping, how can manpower stop them?

Losing people does not lose the battle, more than fifty disciples of the First Realm are not cowardly, secretly cheering for themselves in their hearts, the elders are still there, with them in charge, no matter how many blood beasts there are, what big waves can be stirred?

What's more, Uncle Sword Shrine is also there!

Ji Qing drew his sword in front, like an iron rope across the river, the two fingers of his left hand wiped the spine of the sword, and the wrist of his right hand turned in a semicircle, one arm was flat, and the tip of the sword was facing outward.

So he slashed horizontally.

Ding——

It seems that someone flicks his fingers, and the sound is crisp and pleasant.

A golden arc as thin as a gossamer slowly elongated, pushed away, and spread out towards the front, dragging a light curtain behind the arc, like the surface of water, sparkling.

The ten elders who were stranded in the air clearly saw that it was a quarter moon!

The moon continued to expand, facing the tide of beasts, and the blood beasts that rushed to the front were all cut off by the waist, and the castration continued, and the corpses ran forward for a moment before breaking into several stumps.

Without waiting for the blood beast's stump to be borrowed, the sword qi at the broken mouth exploded, shattering all life.

Last night, in order to obtain information, the sword head was just a temptation, and he didn't really contribute, so the blood demon that Ji Qing captured back could not die several times, otherwise with the cultivation of the sword head, it would have been better than Ji Qing, and it was not just a light sword.

Today, Ji Qing let go of his actions, and destroying the enemy is just ordinary.

Ten miles in the month, tens of thousands of blood beasts are cut in the waist, there is a big difference between whether there is this sword or not, the emphasis is not on eliminating demons, but on boosting morale.

The number of blood demons and blood beasts was huge, and there was an endless stream, and almost all the disciples of the Second Realm were forced to retreat to their original positions.

Ji Qing shouted loudly: "The disciples of the Second Realm retreat, and the elders listen to the order and break the formation!"

The elders of the sword mound are all three realms, and the sword is powerful.

What is Sword Momentum?

A sword slashes out of the towering mountains,

A sword flows down the silver waterfall of nine days,

A sword is like a dragon angry in the sea,

It can be described as a sword momentum!

Look at its shape, imitate its god, the sword is the surface, the sword is the inside, the spirit is blended, then the god is ready, you can draw mountains and rivers, also as a flood beast, potential, unstoppable.

More than a hundred Second Realm disciples scattered left and right when they heard the sound, and the ten elders made a move one after another, and the momentum was huge. The overwhelming torrent of demon beasts scattered into several strands, and the Sword Shrine disciples broke them one by one.

Another part of the demon beasts crashed into the sword formation, first being cut and shattered by countless sword lights, and then the sword qi was like a cold wind blowing, and the fragments of the demon beasts instantly froze into ice chips and no longer stood up;

More than fifty First Realm disciples only need to pay attention to their own sword qi into the formation to maintain the operation of the formation.

After all, who knows how many monsters there are?

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Imperial capital, national teacher's mansion.

In the midst of the illusion, the secret room of the cave slowly opened, and a handsome young man wearing a four-clawed dragon robe walked out.

The color of the eyes is different, only blue and black.