Bang, blood mist fills!

The brilliant Dingyuan shrouded the heavens and the earth, and in the whole sky, there were clusters of soft milky white light accumulating, like white lotus flowers, blooming with the light of death.

The sword cloud and the fire exploded, and bursts of blue-blue earth-shattering cold mist covered all directions, and this duel of holy arts shook the heavens and the earth.

It wasn't until the blue light mist dispersed that everyone could see clearly that the several figures falling in the wind were all Heavenly Sect swordsmen.

"Haha, Zhu Rong's Divine Secret Technique is really weird!"

Yan Shangjin was the first to fly down the altar, he clenched his chest, and after stabilizing his figure, he laughed wildly, and the bleak blood dripped from his hands little by little, his figure was still erect, like a sharp sword out of the sheath.

It's just that his hand is empty, and the unsheathed Blood Soul Sword has fallen somewhere.

The four sons behind him did not have such a bleak and majestic posture, as soon as Yan Gehuo and the others fell to the ground, their bodies convulsed, and they fell directly unconscious, not knowing life and death.

Their natal swords, like those of their masters, were scattered all over the ground, covered with blood and dimmed.

The Seven Sons of Tianzong were defeated?

However, just when everyone thought that the Heavenly Sect had fallen, several figures flew in the sky, but they were Jiang Man and others from the Zhurong clan.

When the four of them fell to the ground, Jiang Man's face was pale, he staggered a little, and he barely stood on the ground, still holding a blue pen in his hand, but the Xuanqing ruler had broken away from his back and scattered on the corner of the altar.

Behind Jiang Man, Ge Tan and the others were directly thrown apart, and at the moment they landed, they smashed into the foot of the altar, and smashed out an abyss pit in the blue bricks and tiles under the corner, and the dust and mist of the fragments did not disperse for a long time.

Ge Tan, Duan Sheli and Liu Xuanhuang's clothes were all broken, their bodies were numb, and they could faintly see that there were blood-colored sword marks on their bodies, and one sword mark was more than half a zhang long, scraping along the front chest to the back of the back beam, which was shocking.

And their hands were also empty, those divine fire green tripods and willow cracks, fire sickle soul flags, dragon spear tortoise shells, and arrow tortoise shells were also scattered in all directions.

"Hmph, it's no wonder that Heavenly Sect has been able to stand at the head of many sects in the Southern Regions for three thousand years, and today I finally saw it. ”

Jiang Man snorted coldly, his face sank like water, but he didn't look at Yan Shangjin who was standing between words, but looked at the sword-clothed young man in mid-air, obviously Yan Shangjin and the others couldn't get into the magic eye, her eyes were still just staring at the Yin Yang Shengjian.

At this time, there was only a sword mountain, a heavenly book, two giant swords, and four bloody figures in mid-air.

The painting ghost Zuo Lang and the gambler's right ear are still fighting against the Yin and Yang Twins.

Bang!

A brilliant sword light flew out of the sword mountain and slashed straight towards his right ear, and his Ghost Fire Spirit Pill was directly cut into a concave half circle, almost shattering.

The Yin and Yang Twin Swords held on to the two of them for a long time, and finally discovered that the right ear was just the body of a ghost, and their cultivation was low, so they launched a cold attack on her.

"I can't hold on!"

The hands holding the dice cup in the right ear with a face like a withered ghost were numb for a while, and his body was obviously unable to resist the angry slash of the holy sword, so he had to retreat behind him.

Finally, when the red ghost fire was about to be extinguished by the holy sword, the right ear held the Xuanjin dice cup Ling Tian and covered it, and a red ghost fire swirled from the Xuanyu dice again, and with a snort, I saw a cold light passing through the air, and the Xuanyu dice had already fallen to the ground wrapped around the right ear.

Da-da-da-da!

The sound of blood dripping rings in the ears!

Before his right ear could take a long breath of turbidity, the placket of his yellow-gray clothes suddenly cracked a narrow blood slit, blood flowed sideways, and in the depths of the blood crevice, there was a blue-purple fire burning, leaving a fire wave sword mark several feet deep between his two ribs.

The right ear thought that his speed was fast enough, but he didn't expect the Yin and Yang swords to be faster, and in the blink of an eye, a dark blood mark was left.

Bang!

A mountain and river phantom erupted from above the altar, and the duel did not end with an injury to his right ear.

With the volley of the Yin and Yang Twins out of the air, Zuo Lang also seized the opportunity and shot towards the nearest Taiyin Sword Drunken Yin Dream Path.

"Break it for me!"

Zuo Lang stood in the wordless heavenly book, a burst of purple mountain and river light appeared around his body, his mind moved, and he raised the brush in his hand to the sky, and the entire wordless heavenly book suddenly erupted with an ethereal divine intent, and the runes were swirling, smashing towards the drunken yin dream.

Bang!

The sword yuan was shattered, and finally the sword mountain collapsed under the cold smashing of the heavenly book, and the divine pattern Dao intent emanating from the wordless heavenly book did not get close, so that the Taiyin sword entwined with the water splash Yuanhua emitted a trembling buzz.

"What kind of magic weapon is this wordless heavenly book, which can make even the holy weapons shudder? Could it be the legendary artifact of the gods?"

Drunken Yin Meng's face changed suddenly, she had never seen the Taiyin Holy Sword so afraid of a magic weapon, even in the face of the Heavenly Sect's Divine Sword, the Taiyin Holy Sword did not have such an amazing reaction.

Drunken Yin Meng held the Taiyin Holy Sword tightly, not letting it tremble in the slightest, and the slender jade fingers volleyed a little into the air three feet away from the sword body, and with a snort, a blue-purple Dao intent erupted from it, exuding a faint gloomy light.

A brilliant sword slashed out from it, and the sharp blade made the heaven and earth lose color, but as soon as the holy sword touched the wordless heavenly book, it was shaken open by a force of heaven and earth, and it crashed directly to the ground with a buzzing sound.

Drunken Yin Meng's hands were shocked and painful, as if they were dislocated, however, Zuo Lang didn't give her a chance to breathe at all, and quickly smashed at her with the wordless heavenly book.

With a bang, under the flying smash of the wordless heavenly book, the drunken yin dream was directly smashed and his body was distorted, his heart was shocked, and he was forced to fall to the altar, and the person turned over on his back.

"Ahem!"

Drunken Yin Meng coughed lightly twice, a mouthful of red blood couldn't help but spurt out of her throat, her face was pale, like a frightened bird, her two pairs of cold eyes were dim and weak, and she looked at Zuo Lang for a long time and didn't slow down.

The battle between the two was only in an instant, and at this time, Gu Luoyang in mid-air had already reacted, holding the Great Yang Sword and stabbing at Zuo Lang.

Holding with both hands, the thunder and lightning roared, a blue-blue sword qi diffused around his body, Gu Luoyang stepped in the air, the sword was full of flowers, the red flames flowed in the sword, and the giant sword was like a blood-colored green dragon, devouring Zuo Lang.

"Hmph, the carving insect skill can only scare children, your Yang Fire Sword still has to be practiced!"

Zuo Lang smiled lightly, a purple streamer shot out of his indifferent starry eyes, and the hand holding the brush was raised, and he threw it at the angry green dragon.

That pen was really not an ordinary thing, I saw that the dazzling mountains, rivers, lakes and seas were condensed in the tip of the pen, and the dazzling light illuminated the entire world, and the green dragon was directly shattered by the mountains and rivers, and even the holy sword was stretched open a crack as thin as a cow's hair.

Bang!

The purple pen continued to move towards Gu Luoyang's circle with mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and the sword in his hand was shocked and fell directly from his hand, but it was quickly picked up by him again.

Under the oppression of the mountains and rivers, Gu Luoyang retreated one after another, and when he was forced to the foot of the altar, he stepped on the ground with both feet, jumped up in the air, his posture was slightly tilted, and he bowed into a perch sheltered from the wind, and unloaded most of the power of the mountains and rivers with the power of the sword.

But, several times, the holy sword in his hand almost came out of his hand!

"Who are you? How could you have two such strange artifacts by yourself?"

Gu Luoyang took a lot of effort to stand firm in mid-air, his eyebrows were lowered, and his face was full of horror, the Great Yang Sword was a holy weapon, and it was defeated in a purple pen, so it was very likely that the pen was an artifact.

It's just that the gods haven't appeared for a thousand years, and the artifacts have been hidden since the First World War in ancient times, waiting for the heavenly opportunity.

Zuo Lang can have two things comparable to artifacts, how can people not be shocked!

The night began to fade, Zuo Lang just glanced at Gu Luoyang, and did not answer his words, and then, he called Zibi to his side, and flew to the side of his right ear with the wordless heavenly book.

"Zuo Lang, this time my Zuo Chamber of Commerce and Tianzong's field is settled, I can put the treasure on you!

The sickly right ear frowned slightly, and he looked at the blood-colored scar on his chest, and he smiled wantonly, already realizing that things had reached a difficult situation to manage.

At least, the whole situation is not something that the right ear can control!

"Don't worry, when have we suffered a loss when we joined forces? If we win, I will give you a picture of the Hundred Birds Pilgrimage to the Phoenix Saint of the Great Departure Dynasty, that ink treasure is from my handiwork!"

patted the shoulder of the right ear, Zuo Lang looked calm, at such a critical juncture, he actually picked up the brush in his hand and began to paint.

"Hahaha, our Zuo Chamber of Commerce can auction off the Hundred Birds Pilgrimage of the Great Departure Dynasty!"

The right ear picked up the transformation with his hand, didn't look at it, and quickly stuffed it into the Qiankun bag, the two looked at each other and smiled, and a sinister and intriguing smile appeared coldly.

It seems that the two of them have done a lot of this kind of fake and real thing.

----

Just when the two of them were complacent, the people on the altar rose again.

Jiang Man glanced at the Taiyin Holy Sword not far away, a faint hint of light evil flashed in Fusang's beautiful eyes, her hands were quick and her eyes were quick, and she took the lead in rushing towards the Taiyin Sword: "Rob!"

Hearing Jiang Man's words, the people of the Zhu Rong clan were shocked, and immediately realized that the time had come to snatch the Taiyin Sword, and they all took the lead and flew towards the corner of the altar.

Syllable!

Just when Jiang Man was about to succeed, a cyan Ding wine furnace flew into the air and suddenly fell towards her.

At this time, Drunken Yin Meng saw that everyone was actually trying to snatch his Taiyin Holy Sword, he was extremely angry, and stepped on the ground with his feet, the ground was cracked, and people were already in front of Jiang Man.

"Looking for death, I wish the Rong clan to come here only for the Yin and Yang Holy Sword, I don't want to kill anyone, if you insist on not giving away the Holy Sword, I don't mind killing the killer!"

Jiang Man sneered, seeing that someone dared to stop him, his beautiful eyes exuded a burst of arrogant killing intent, and with a wave of his hands, the pen in his hand had already been condensed like a dragon, and he devoured it coldly towards the drunken yin dream.

"The holy sword is originally the thing of my Heavenly Sect, how can there be a gift for each other, you take yourself too seriously!"

Drunken Yin Meng smiled disdainfully, and slammed it at Jiang Man with the Ding Wine Furnace, and a burst of cyan water erupted from the furnace, seducing the soul, but without the Taiyin Holy Sword in her hand, she was obviously a lot weaker.