The Xiaguang Sword was deliberately swept into the clouds by Wang Ziqiao with a tornado, at this time, the wind was surging, the thunder was shaking, and Wei Ziao spit out a large amount of fire Zhenyuan, which was integrated into the tornado, burning a large number of Wudang faction buildings, and increasing the fire, so the tornado at this time was no longer under Wang Ziqiao's control.

The thunder and lightning in the clouds at high altitude became more and more violent, and sometimes thunder and lightning fell from the sky, bombarded in the tornado, and then scattered to attack, the Wudang faction was about to be destroyed, and thousands of Wudang men fled in all directions.

Three major ninth levels, the strongest one was seriously injured by Huo Xiang, and the other two were also lightly injured by the thunder, unable to stop the increasingly powerful tornado, they could only order the people of the gate to flee quickly, and they followed the tornado, trying to suppress it with the true yuan, but the raging fire and crazy thunder and lightning made several of them jealous.

For cultivators, the most taboo thing is thunder, because Taoists have a speech called thunder, that is to say, a person who cultivates to a certain extent can change his aura, attract thunder and bombardment, and cross over, then his strength will increase, and if he can't get through, he will be seriously injured and die in a serious way.

The two of them restrained their breath and did not dare to mobilize the true yuan, so as not to attract thunder, but they were secretly scolding in their hearts: Prince Qiao, Huo Xiang, you must not die well!

Looking at the destroyed major buildings of the Wudang Sect, their hearts were dripping blood, and everywhere the tornado passed, whether it was a stone house or a wooden hall, all of them were crushed, and sometimes there were gravel and sawdust thrown out by the huge tornado, smashing and killing many people.

As for those eighth-level tornadoes, in the face of tornadoes with a diameter of forty or fifty meters, there is a sense of powerlessness, the wind is surging in the sky, and the sound of red thunder is deafening, which makes people's hearts beat.

"The Wudang faction is ruined, ruined, protect the disciples, let everyone all go to the cave, and come out after the tornado, everyone remember this revenge, my Wudang faction will one day, I will take revenge!" The seriously injured late ninth level old dao let out a tragic sigh, and he took the lead in escaping with a small number of disciples.

All the eighth level immediately scattered in all directions, and the masters of the fifth and sixth levels began to protect those disciples to escape into the caves one by one, and those who really couldn't escape could only dig holes on the spot.

The tornado swept over a valley and up the mountainside, destroying most of the buildings scattered along the mountainside.

All this is not what Wang Ziqiao is concerned about, he knows that this time the Wudang Sect will definitely kill a lot of people, but he needs a powerful event, to fight those who have hatred for him, and he does not dare to act rashly against his own people.

At this time, his attention was still on the Xiaguang sword body in the sky, Xiaguang had already converged, and several times he wanted to escape, he was hit by the huge power of thunder, and had to re-submerge into the tornado.

It seems that if it weren't for the tornado that stirred the clouds and formed a thunderstorm, it wouldn't have been able to trap this sword.

Its size has begun to shrink, as if it has been refined by thunder, the dregs have been removed, only the essence remains, with the continuous bombardment of thunder, its willpower has also been destroyed, and the breath once left by the master has also begun to disappear, turning into a thumb-like small sword, turning in the tornado with the agitation of the wind and rain and the pursuit of the thunder.

"Hundred refined steel?" Wang Ziqiao was surprised, but at this time, he didn't dare to get too close to the thunder above, otherwise, once he was bombarded by the thunder, he would not die but also be injured.

Wang Ziqiao's mental power keenly felt that this piece of iron seemed to have nerve-like thunder lines, and it was definitely not simple.

"The sword, which is more than a meter long, has actually become only the size of a thumb, it seems that if it is subdued, its power will definitely be even greater than before!" Wang Ziqiao said secretly, and his spiritual power mobilized the wind element, trying to capture the iron block.

But suddenly a thunderbolt sank into the tornado, hit the iron, and blew the iron directly away, and the tornado that broke away was thrown into the distance by a huge projectile force.

"Huh? Ran away? "Prince Qiao wanted to pursue, but he was worried about Wei Ziao and Huo Xiang in the eye of the tornado, so he could only throw the ghost slave out of the coffin and let it find the iron.

Wang Ziqiao stood in the eye of the tornado, sensed the surroundings, and said, "This time, the Kunlun faction's gang should have no choice, right?" Now let's go out and fight them again! ”

Wei Ziao nodded.

Huo Xiang said: "Xiaolong is injured and can't fight for the time being, however, that old Taoist in the late ninth level has been seriously injured by me, and the power of thunder in his body is not ruled out, so he won't have much combat power for the time being, as long as we kill the other two ninth-level masters, the Wudang faction will decline from now on, of course, it is best to solve the late ninth-level that has been seriously injured!" ”

"Then it's up to you to deal with the injured late ninth level, and Ziao and I will deal with the other two ninth levels!" Prince Joe replied.

The two nodded, and Prince Qiao led the two of them out of the tornado, stepping on the void and scanning everything around them.

The tornado had left the center of the Wudang Sect, and everywhere it passed, it was a mess, the ground was littered with debris and wood chips, and there were some injured people who had fallen back with missing arms.

"Huo Xiang, Prince Qiao? You have finally come out, and you have come to accept your life! "These two middle and middle grade nine were always paying attention to the tornado, and when they saw the three of them appear, they immediately pounced.

Anger has made them lose their minds.

Huo Xiang stepped out in one step, and the thunder in his hand spread out, like a sword, and he took the lead in rushing towards the old Dao who had cultivated to a lower level of the early ninth level.

Cutting through the True Yuan of the Body Protector, the Thunder Blade shattered his flesh and blood, although it did not directly shatter him, but it also made him temporarily lose his combat effectiveness.

Wang Ziqiao had been waiting for a long time, his hands were sealed, and a wind blade passed through his neck accurately, cutting off the head, and then he stepped out quickly and grabbed the head.

And in the middle of the other ninth level, he has also been stopped by Wei Ziao, who has turned into a fire man, but Wei Ziao's combat power is still a step behind the other party, and he was knocked away by the other party's palm, but Wei Ziao is like a little monster that can't be killed, smashed the mountain rock, and quickly drilled out and pounced again.

Seeing this, Huo Xiang stepped out in one step and joined forces with Wei Ziao to deal with this mid-ninth level veteran.

And Wang Ziqiao let the magic wand extend out many peach branches, wrapping the head of the old Dao in the early ninth level.

The heads of the early realm of the ninth level were cut off, and they could also survive temporarily, their spiritual power could directly absorb the vitality from the outside world and replenish the missing nutrients of the brain cells, but it was not as terrifying as the late ninth level, they did not survive for a long time, maybe they could only survive for a cup of tea, and Wang Ziqiao caught him for its soul.

Prince Qiao plans to let the distraction in his magic wand, and after his death, absorb the other party's heaven and earth souls, so as to strengthen himself.