As soon as the Seven Peerless Sword Saints came out, the Peerless Sword Sect was full of momentum!

The five powerhouses in the late stage of the Innate Extreme Realm made a move, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as slaughtering to deal with those martial artists below the congenital level.

Therefore, as soon as the Seven Peerless Sword Saints appeared, Zhao Xiangrong and Jia Yunzhu immediately greeted them.

Both of them are also powerhouses equivalent to the Seven Peerless Sword Saint Realm, and among them, Jia Yunzhu, a beautiful girl, has faintly stepped into the peak level of the Innate Extreme Realm.

In terms of the number of Innate Extreme Realms, the Zhenshen Sect was far inferior to the Peerless Sword Sect.

But when it comes to the quality of one-on-one powerhouses, it's not much worse.

"I have heard the prestige of the Seven Peerless Sword Saints for a long time, but I just didn't have a chance to try it, and today the concubine still hopes that your subordinates will show mercy!"

Jia Yunzhu laughed, and when the long sleeves danced, Zhen Gang squeezed the void, and Qianqian Yu waved his hand to take two of them.

"Humph!"

Seeing Jia Yunzhu vainly trying to defeat one against two, the two people who were attacked were all pale and greeted them without showing weakness.

Boom! Boom!

The sword qi is volleying, and the true qi is raging.

As soon as the three of them fought, it caused a strong shock.

Jia Yunzhu stopped the two, and Zhao Xiangrong was not to be outdone, and included the other two in one punch.

"Junior, are you sure you want to stop me?"

Jing Yiming looked at Fang Xiu who appeared in front of him indifferently, and his robe bulged out amid the oppression.

As an elder of the Peerless Sword Sect and one of the Seven Peerless Sword Saints, his status is extremely respectful, even if he is not as good as Wei Quanhua, he is not much lower.

Although Fang Xiu's reputation is loud, it is the same thing in Jing Yiming's eyes.

The other party became famous after Xiao Xuan, but Xiao Xuan was just a junior who had seen it in Jing Yiming's eyes.

Others may be shocked by Fang Xiu's talent, but Jing Yiming has lived most of his life, and he has seen a lot of geniuses, and he has fallen halfway through the vast majority.

So for talent, Jing Yiming values it, but it's still a little bit worse if he really attaches importance to it.

If it weren't for Fang Xiu's identity, Jing Yiming would have been ready to hand over the other party to be a man.

While speaking, Jing Yiming also always paid attention to the battlefield between Jia Yunzhu and Zhao Xiangrong.

There are only two people on the Zhenshen Sect's side, but neither of them is an ordinary innate extreme realm, and each of them is a strong person among them.

On the other hand, on the side of the Seven Peerless Sword Saints, they were originally severely injured by the Broken Cloud Sky, and later fought with the Iron Palm Gang, all of them were no longer in their full state.

So in the case of two against one, the upper hand was not able to occupy at all.

Especially the two who fought against Jia Yunzhu, there was a faint tendency to be pressed into the downwind.

Seeing this, Jing Yiming's eyes were even colder.

The name of the Seven Peerless Sword Saints is well-known in Nanshan Mansion, and if they can't end the battle as soon as possible with more bullying and less now, then their old face will be lost.

Suddenly, Jing Yiming no longer had the nature to talk to Fang Xiu, and slapped his palm, wanting to suppress Fang Xiu first, and then deal with the masters of the Zhenshen Sect.

Jing Yiming's contempt made Fang Xiu's eyes froze, and Tai'a behind him suddenly came out of the sheath, and then the sword qi burst out, whistling and slashing towards Jing Yiming.

Rumble!

Palm Gang is shattered!

"What!"

Jing Yiming was shocked, his head tilted back, the sword qi swept through the door in front of him, and a wisp of white hair raised by the wind fell in response.

The white hair fell, and Jing Yiming's face suddenly became gloomy as water.

Although there was his carelessness just now, he was cut off a strand of hair in a fight, which was undoubtedly a big loss of face for him.

"Junior, you are looking for ...... death"

Jing Yiming was furious, and before he finished speaking, a sword qi blasted towards his face, making his face change again, and the long sword behind his back was unsheathed, and the thin blade slashed horizontally.

Buzz!

Recite!

Fang Xiu's face was silent, the Dacheng-level seven-string five-tone sword came out in his hand, as if it was a convenient act, with the blessing of the divine soldier, the Dao Dao sword qi broke through the air, and slashed towards Jing Yiming intensively.

For a while, the sword qi was flourishing, and the sound of the piano reverberated in the field.

Damn it!

The long sword danced rapidly, the sword gang was intertwined into an impregnable defense, and Jing Yiming's face had never improved since the moment Fang Xiu made a move.

He didn't expect Fang Xiu's strength to be so strong, and every sword qi made him feel a deadly threat.

It feels as if the opponent against him is not an acquired martial artist, but a strong man of the same realm.

After being taken by Fang Xiu for a while, Jing Yiming fell into a situation of passive defense.

Seven-string five-tone sword, sword sheng qin sound, qin sound into sword, endless, endless!

From the moment Fang Xiu took the lead, Jing Yiming's ending was doomed.

Swish!

A remnant rainbow burst into the air, breaking into the endless sword qi, and the domineering momentum instantly destroyed most of the sword qi.

Also because of this gap, Jing Yiming seized the opportunity to break through the siege of the seven-string five-tone sword in one fell swoop.

"Feng Zixiao!"

Fang Xiu looked coldly at the person who suddenly appeared, it was the severed finger remnant Hong Fengzi Xiao who had a relationship with each other before.

Originally, Fang Xiu thought that Feng Zixiao was no longer in the Peerless Sword Sect, but when he didn't expect it, the other party had been there all along, and he had only come forward until now.

Rumble!

On the other side, the vast fluctuations of True Qi also attracted the attention of several people.

I saw a huge Jian Gang crushing down from the sky, and a figure fell under the suppression of Jian Gang.

Yin Yangcheng's fists were cracked and bloody, his face was sometimes pale and sometimes ruddy, and his breath was violently wheezing.

Looking at Wei Quanhua who was standing in the air, Yin Yangcheng knew that he was defeated.

For Wei Quanhua, Yin Yangcheng has never really fought with the other party, after all, as two people, once they really fight, it basically indicates a break between the two factions.

I heard that Wei Quanhua was a half-step grandmaster before, but deep down in Yin Yangcheng's heart, he still didn't think that he would be Wei Quanhua's opponent.

But this time the fight made him understand that the other party was no longer on the same level as him.

Even if he tried his best, the opponent was still at ease, defeating him with little damage.

Wei Quanhua was condescending, looked down at Yin Yangcheng and said, "Tie your hands, you are not my opponent at all, but a strong person like you is also rare."

If you are willing to surrender to my Peerless Sword Sect, I can open the net and spare your life!"

"Huh...... Ahem, Wei Quanhua, do you really think that your Peerless Sword Sect will be able to reign in Nanshan Mansion?"

"Hmph! stubborn, who in this Nanshan Mansion is still qualified to stop me, do you really think that Chu Hongyu is qualified to force me back, if I didn't want to fight too much with the Iron Palm Gang, he would have died here a long time ago!"

Wei Quanhua's words made Yin Yangcheng angry.

The other party admitted indirectly, the Peerless Sword Sect was a trick for his Zhenshen Sect, but the gap between the two made Yin Yangcheng feel frustrated.

The half-step Grandmaster has gradually departed from the category of the Innate Extreme Realm.

"Peerless Sword Sect, what a big breath!"

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