The battle was continuing, the tornado was raging, and most of the disciples of the Wudang Sect had gone into the cave, and several eighth-level people had risen to the sky, and together with this old Taoist in the middle of the ninth level, they fought against Huo Xiang and Wei Ziao.

The old Dao of the late ninth level, under the protection of the disciples and grandchildren, fled from the battle area.

And strangely, few people paid attention to Prince Joe.

Maybe it's because everyone knows how difficult it will be to kill Wang Ziqiao, Wang Ziqiao's speed is beyond even the eighth level, and after stealth, it is even more difficult to find at the eighth level, and the Wudang faction's Tianluo Net Sword Array can't handle him, except for a few treasures that have been handed down that can hurt him, the rest of the attacks are basically ineffective.

At this time, the ghost slave had already found the thumb-sized sword and handed it to Wang Ziqiao.

Wang Ziqiao took it and looked at it carefully, the surface was shining silver, like the meridians of the body, and there were some blood-red lines in the deepest part, like the capillaries of the human body.

"Huh? Sure enough, it's a good thing! Wang Ziqiao hurriedly injected his spiritual power into it, and suddenly he had a feeling of command like an arm, and gently threw the thumb sword into the void, and the little sword actually levitated automatically.

"Go!" Wang Ziqiao spat out a word, his spiritual power fluctuated, and the small sword immediately drew an arc in the void, and the speed was so fast that it was difficult to check with the naked eye.

"Flying swords?" Prince Joe exclaimed.

This kind of treasure only exists in the hands of the legendary immortal family, where can ordinary mortals have flying swords?

Wang Ziqiao didn't know what the specific material of the Dao Dao was, but he found that the blood-colored lines in this small sword were like the meridians of the human body, which could allow the spiritual power to stay for a long time, and the stronger the spiritual power, the greater the power of the small sword.

"Then try its power!" Wang Ziqiao's eyes were fixed on the old Dao who was really fighting against Huo Xiang in the middle of the ninth level, and his spiritual power frantically poured into the little sword, driving it to fly towards the old Dao quickly.

The small sword slashed a silver light in the dark night, and with lightning speed, it stabbed at Lao Dao's body hundreds of meters away, sending out a metallic impact, which was shocked by Lao Dao's body protector True Yuan.

Wang Ziqiao had no choice but to transfer the small sword back, he felt that the small sword with blood-colored lines, although it had been tempered by thunder, still needed to be combined with the formation to refine, only with the formation, it could be turned into a real flying sword, and it was best to combine it with the space technique of the dragon clan, then, the small sword could even be free to become smaller, step on it, and the attack power would also increase greatly, becoming a real sword immortal.

"Quack, developed, this kind of metal with blood-colored lines is absolutely hard to find, much more powerful than my magic wand, plus that jade rune, the treasure of the Wudang faction, it will all fall into my hands, hehe, I don't know if there is anything good in the Wudang faction!" Prince Joe chuckled secretly.

At this time, the tornado had flown into the distance, gradually disappearing into the mountains, and the thunder and lightning in the air were also taken away, but it rained heavily.

The people in the void in the distance also rode the flying eagle and arrived one after another, Dugu Wufu, Liu Baozhu, Matsubara Junzi, Xia Tingyu and others jumped out of the void and joined the battle group.

Since everyone at the eighth level and the middle of the ninth level were all fighting against Huo Xiang and Wei Ziao, the seventh level was also killed by Wang Ziqiao, and only some of the remaining sixth level and a small number of seventh levels did not pose much of a threat to the lives of Dugu Wufu and others.

The love cup has been devouring the willpower of the runes, and at this time, it has almost exhausted the willpower in it, and the spirituality in it is getting weaker and weaker.

And Wang Ziqiao found that those runes did not disappear, almost all of them were sucked into the love cup, and faintly, in the heart, there was actually an ancient seal with the word "town".

"No, what kind of rune is this? Can it fit into my heart? Prince Joe wondered.

To be precise, it was integrated into the love cup and absorbed by the love cup.

Suddenly, as soon as Wang Ziqiao raised his hand, the light shone brightly, and the "town" rune in his heart left his hand, as if teleporting, and came to the sky above the late ninth level, turning into countless runes to envelop this ninth-level and fix it in the void.

Seeing this, the rest of the eighth-level Dao people of the Wudang Sect were all shocked and scattered, they couldn't understand how the treasure of their own town sect could come to attack their own people.

"Hey, hey! Your head is mine, too! Wang Ziqiao condensed into a wind blade, and the wind blade disappeared in a flash, submerged into the light shield, and cut off the head of this mid-level Daoist of the ninth level.

With a wave of his hand, the runes condensed together, automatically flew into Wang Ziqiao's palm, and then integrated into his heart, and the head was also moved into Wang Ziqiao's hand with spiritual power.

The heads of the two ninth-level were all obtained by Wang Ziqiao, and no one in the Wudang Sect was able to compete with anyone from the Dragon Divine Academy.

Huo Xiang and Wei Ziao were also scanning the surroundings, looking at the few eighth-level who were trembling and at a loss.

"Kill them!" Huo Xiang's expression was cold, and he gave an order, today he already plans to let the Wudang faction destroy the sect, and none of the eighth-level and ninth-level masters will have to stay, these people, which one is not one or two hundred years old? It should have been buried a long time ago, and it is a waste of resources to still live in the world!

"Quack, kill!" Wei Ziao pounced first, his anger was monstrous, and he turned into a fiery giant like a human emperor, with sharp edges, crushing the air, and spreading out.

Seeing this, those eighth-level people fled frantically, not daring to confront them at all.

Wang Ziqiao and Huo Xiang were looking for that late ninth level veteran, although he was seriously injured, as long as he didn't die, it would be a big trouble.

But there are so many people in the Wudang faction, and it is not easy to find them for a while.

"Sister Huo Xiang, you said that you want to catch a few eighth-level masters to sign a contract to recognize the master, these masters will be in charge of my Dragon God Academy in the future, which is also very good, besides, the Wudang faction is rich in resources, and there are also a lot of various secret books, if you kill everyone, it is obviously a bit of a waste!" Prince Qiao smiled at Huo Xiang.

"As long as you have a way to tame, then catch all eight levels back!" Huo Xiang nodded, and pierced out like lightning, and two thunderbolts hit the two eighth-level who were fleeing frantically, and the two of them suddenly fell to the ground, trembling one after another.

Wei Ziao had also injured two eighth-level injuries with two punches.

In the blink of an eye, a total of nine ninth levels were all caught.

Wang Ziqiao used the wind system to train all nine people and take them into the air.

Dugu Wufu and the others are still fighting with the Wudang sect people of the same level, most of them are besieged by several people, but they are not afraid at all, this is also a rare opportunity for them to exercise.

It's just that at this time, a crisp shout suddenly came from under the mountain: "Wang Ziqiao, have you killed enough?" ”

Wang Ziqiao fixed his eyes and saw that it was actually his acquaintance, Tsing Yi, Yu Wei's little follower, seeing this woman, Wang Ziqiao frowned, because the two used to be friends.

Tsing Yi was wearing a white robe, her hair was in a bun, she looked a little messy, her cheeks were as white as jade, and her eyes were full of murderous aura, and she continued to shout angrily: "Prince Qiao, do you want to kill all the thousands of people in the Wudang Sect?" Okay, I'm here, you can kill me. I didn't expect you to be such a vicious person, I Qingyi is the wrong person, I knew that today, I should have killed you with a sword, let alone bring Sophie Fei to Wudang! ”

After saying that, she really closed her eyes.