The Great Yang Holy Sword in Gu Luoyang's hand was still rotating in the crystal star coffin, and the blood-colored mist in the coffin was becoming more and more intense, and the pungent red blood flowed all over the ground like a spring river.

"Ahem!"

The drop immortal and the immortal master, both lost, Mo Caiwei on the wings of the flying tiger suddenly felt a pain in her heart, her eyes were full of stars, and she couldn't help but spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

At this time, Mo Caiwei's body was cold and cold, as if a magical power was ruthlessly withdrawn from her body, her face was unusually pale, she glanced at Chu Ge, and before she could speak, she fainted.

"What's wrong with you?"

Chu Ge saw Mo Caiwei fainting, he was in a hurry, and picked up Mo Caiwei, only to feel a cold chill in his hands, and countless blue ice flowers condensed around Mo Caiwei's body, making him feel as if he was hugging a snowflake ice sculpture.

Soon, Chu Ge reacted, it must have been Di Xian who was stabbed or killed by the Great Yang Holy Sword, which directly affected Mo Caiwei.

"Senior Brother Zuo Lang, quickly take back that drop of immortal! ”

Chu Ge looked nervous, looked at Zuo Lang, and shouted.

With Chu Ge's current strength, snatching the Drop Immortal with Gu Luoyang, who has changed three times from the Yuan Shen, is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, so he has to hope for Zuo Lang.

Zuo Lang, who was flying with a pen, did not disappoint Chu Ge, knowing that it was urgent to snatch Di Xian, Zuo Lang directly smashed it with the wordless heavenly book.

Boom!

The Wordless Heavenly Book bloomed with several sharp rays of light as bright as mountains and rivers, and in the blink of an eye, five golden pills connected with the Wordless Heavenly Book had already smashed down on Gu Luoyang's body.

The Ding Flame Furnace in front of Gu Luoyang, under the bombardment of the Book of Heaven, immediately cracked several turtle-like willow cracks.

Laugh at!

Under the cold bombardment of the Heavenly Book of Ludan, Gu Luoyang's body turned over and fell into the sea, his heart swelled, and the sound of bones shattering could be faintly heard.

However, Gu Luoyang saw that all the bones in his back were broken, and he still did not choose to retreat.

"Today, I will definitely kill Di Xian!"

Gu Luoyang held the holy sword in his hand, and forcibly endured the smashing of the Heavenly Book of the Heavenly Book, his body fell into the entire purple river wheel, and the huge Heavenly Book, the mountain soul and the sea spirit were entangled, eroding him to the point that he was incomplete.

Pinching his fingerprints, a fiery red sun appeared in the crystal star coffin, Gu Luoyang held the holy sword, and once again in the crystal star coffin, engraved with the seven-star gossip.

"Presumptuous! ”

Seeing that Gu Luoyang was still ruthless, Zuo Lang shouted, holding on to the purple brush, and quickly inserted it into the wordless heavenly book.

His speed was extremely fast, and the seven-star gossip in Gu Luoyang's hand was still just in its infancy, and it was diluted by the wordless heavenly book.

Boom!

I saw a bend of the bright mountains and rivers and the bright moon in the purple pen, the breath of the bright moon was extremely heavy, as if it contained endless rules of the Heavenly Dao, and the moment it appeared, it extinguished the scorching sun in the holy sword.

At the moment when the scorching sun was submerged, the heavens and the earth were in turmoil, and a thunder dragon burst out from the wordless heavenly book, containing the power of heaven and earth, and devoured Gu Luoyang violently.

"What kind of power is this?"

Before Gu Luoyang could react from this, the purple thunder dragon swept across the air and actually threw him hundreds of zhang away.

Gu Luoyang's arms were numb, and he fell directly from the altar, his posture staggered, and he fell on his back.

And the Great Yang Holy Sword, which everyone coveted incomparably, also turned into a red streamer at this moment, and quickly fell off from Gu Luoyang's hand.

Seeing that Gu Luoyang was defeated, Zuo Lang did not bully him, he swept into the air with the Liu Lu Jin Dan, and took advantage of the situation to grab the Great Yang Holy Sword in his hand.

At this time, Zuo Lang raised his eyebrows and smiled indifferently, the two holy swords that the Heavenly Sect regarded as the supreme treasure had already fallen into his hands.

That Gu Luoyang fell lying on the altar, glanced at the crystal star coffin in mid-air, cracked his mouth and smiled, his laughter was faint and cold, and he said coldly to Zuo Lang: "Hmph, the Yin Yang Holy Sword will be given to you, but Di Xian has been blocked, and I am afraid that even the Daluo Heavenly God will not be able to return to the sky." ”

As soon as Gu Luoyang's words fell, he sneered, and a mouthful of thick blood gushed out from his throat, and he shook his already shattered chest, feeling indifferent in his heart.

In his opinion, he used the Great Yang Holy Sword twice to drink blood to open the seal, and with the technique of Seven Star Bagua, he must have killed Di Xian.

The seven sons of Tianzong went down the mountain this time to suppress Di Xian, but now, Gu Luoyang took the price of being seriously injured and couldn't afford to be seriously injured, and finally lived up to his teacher's expectations and killed Di Xian.

"Seventh Senior Brother, how are you?"

The four sons of the Heavenly Sword, led by Yan Shangjin, saw that Gu Luoyang was seriously injured, so they hurriedly gathered at him with the cyan sword tripod.

"Senior brothers, I'm fine, Di Xian has already been killed by me!" Gu Luoyang stopped, relieved his breath, and said hurriedly: "I should wait and retreat now, if the Zuo Lang of the Corpse Puppet Sect joins forces with the people of the Zhu Rong clan again, I am afraid that we will all have to confess here!"

Zuo Lang's methods were too strong, Gu Luoyang was already intercepted and killed by them, and he was extremely scruple about Zuo Lang.

And for example, today, the seventh son of the sword has died, and the wind-chasing sword Liu Chuanmu has lost a lot of help, and the other four sons plus Gu Luoyang have all been seriously injured and their combat strength is weak.

Retreating is already the best choice for Tianzong.

"Let's go?" Drunken Yin Meng, who was not far away, heard all the swords say that they were going to retreat, his brows furrowed, and he was obviously displeased: "Then the three holy swords of my Heavenly Sect are just like this?

Death, drunken yin dream is not afraid, her current natal sword Mengyue has been unsheathed, and bursts of wine waves and water dragons are swirling in it, facing Jiang Man.

Looking at this formation, if Jiang Man is not killed, it is impossible for the drunken yin dream to retreat.

"Sixth Senior Sister, are we just greedy for life and afraid of death?"

Gu Luoyang laughed miserably: "I'm afraid that we will all die in Wu'an City, who will inform Tianzong of the matter of dropping immortals this time, not to mention, people should die in the earth for peace, if you really wake up the Nine Heavens Jade Rabbit, and fall into a deep sleep at that time, who will come to collect the body for Senior Brother Chuanmu!"

After Gu Luoyang finished speaking, he pointed to the corpse in the Ding furnace with his stump finger, hoping to bring the drunken yin dream back to reality.

Falling leaves return to the roots, as soon as she said that no one collected Liu Chuanmu's body, she just poked the pain point of the drunken yin dream, she was moved at the moment, her face was cloudy, and she seemed to be thinking deeply.

At this time, Yan Gehuo, who was close in front of him, seized the opportunity and said half-skillfully: "Senior Brother Chuanmu has just been broken by the Xuanqing Treasure Weapon, and the Yuan Shen is still there, if you bring Senior Brother back to the sect and use the magic medicine to summon the soul of the Great Soul Rejuvenation Pill, you may be able to save it." ”

Yan Gehuo had already wanted to leave, but seeing that the swords were still in a deliberative posture, he didn't dare to make people think that he was greedy for life and afraid of death, hiding selfishness.

For this reason, Yan Gehuo played a trick and threw out the Great Soul Restoration Technique of Tianzong to impress the drunken Yin Dream.

This great soul restoration technique is extremely vicious, and it needs to be taken away from the body, and it has long been forbidden by Tianzong to use it again.

But as soon as Drunken Yin Meng heard Yan Gehuo's words, his spirit was lifted, and he looked at Yan Shangjin, with a glimmer of life in his heart: "Senior brother, my Tianzong really has this technique?"

"Hmm!" Yan Shangjin nodded, the situation was critical, he didn't have time to make it clear, the Great Soul Restoration Technique was a forbidden technique.

Hearing Yan Shangjin's affirmative answer, Drunken Yin Meng finally agreed with the opinions of the swordsmen, and silently withdrew the Mengyue Sword in his hand.

At this time, Yan Gehuo took the lead in taking a step, pinched the trick with both hands, and resisted his own red sun fire tripod, and fled away at a very fast speed.

After Yan Gehuo left, the remaining swords glanced at Gu Luoyang, protected him, and also turned into a cyan streamer and retreated.

Among the swordsmen, if you want to be drunk Yin Meng, she walked the slowest in her sword skirt, hugged Liu Chuanmu's corpse in her arms, held the Ding wine furnace, turned into a cold jade rabbit, and dissipated in the night with the wind.

When the figure disappeared into the night sky, Drunken Yin Meng turned his head suddenly, the killing intent in his cold eyes floated, and he said coldly to Jiang Man: "This account, I will settle it with you sooner or later!"

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The night was deeper, and Zuo Lang saw Tianzong Jianzi running away, but he didn't chase after him, but just checked the two holy swords in his hand, and looked at Jiang Man meaningfully, wondering how she would react.

Surprisingly, Jiang Man just smiled lightly and looked at the Yin Yang Holy Sword in Zuo Lang's hand, and the snatching intent in his eyes was not concealed.

The purpose of the Zhurong clan is extremely direct, just to get the Yin Yang Holy Sword of the Heavenly Sect?

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At this time, Mo Caiwei in Chu Ge's arms, her body was paralyzed and convulsed, her breath became weaker and weaker, and it seemed that she was afraid that she would not last long.

"Senior Brother Zuo Lang, Di Xian, Di Xian, save Di Xian!"

Chu Ge hugged Mo Caiwei, who was dying, his eyes were full of anxiety, and he urged Zuo Lang to save Di Xian first.

In the crystal star coffin, there has been no cry of Di Xian for a long time, if Di Xian is really punished, thinking about it, Mo Caiwei, as the immortal master, will not feel good.

"Little junior brother, don't worry!

Zuo Lang answered, quickly inserted the two brilliant holy swords into the worn-out drawing board on his back, and then, with a volley of his feet, he swept towards the crystal star coffin in mid-air.

Just when everyone thought that the Yin Yang Holy Sword and the Drop Immortal were going to fall into Zuo Lang's hands, in the sky, there was a sudden violent trembling, and the green mist shrouded the heavens and the earth, only to see two cyan streamers slipping from the altar.

The space was torn, and it was not until the thick fog cleared that everyone could see clearly that the two people who suddenly came were Tang Xinmei and Dugu Liuchen, who had retreated from the Mo family.

"The people of the Tang Palace, the powerhouse of the Yuan God Realm?"

Zuo Lang is good at traveling in the mountains and rivers, and he is already well-informed, and he immediately recognized the two people in front of him, who are the forces of the king of Dali Wangfu and Zhennan.

can recognize that it is a person from the Tang Palace, but Zuo Lang did not take a high look, with the strength of the five sons of the Heavenly Sword, he has never been able to defeat his wordless Heavenly Book.

Just imagine, how can two strong people who have changed their spirits compete with Zuo Lang.

Zuo Lang smiled coldly, swept into the air like a swallow with the wordless heavenly book, and with a wave of the purple pen, he sucked it, and the crystal star coffin with blood flowing quickly flew in front of him, and it was about to fall into his hand.

At the moment when Zuo Lang stretched out his hand to catch the crystal star coffin, he only heard a loud sound!

I saw a blue streamer piercing the night sky and quietly appeared behind Zuo Lang.

Zuo Lang's speed was so fast, however, the speed of that blue streamer was even better, and it could be described as a god speed.

It just gently bypassed the crystal star coffin, and the crystal star coffin was like a spell, and the coffin was bloody, falling off with the wind from Zuo Lang's hand and exiting a hundred feet away.

"Nirvana teleportation, Nirvana powerhouse?"

Zuo Lang held a paintbrush in his hand, looked at the strange blue light on the crystal star coffin, his body was stunned, and in the starry eyes surrounded by the souls of mountains and rivers, he blinked in confusion.