Tian Mao felt that his eyes were about to close, and the light outside became a gap.

"I'm here to save you!"

Tian Mao closed his eyes in relief. Sure enough, persistence may not necessarily succeed, but at least there is hope.

Zheng Long had already increased the strength in his hand to the maximum when he heard Duan Lengfeng's reminder.

"There is such a strong body. ”

Zheng Long found that his full grip did not let Tian Mao die completely. A flying sword appeared in the back of his head.

There is no need to lose one's life for the sake of a martial artist who practices artistic conception.

He dodged the figure of the flying sword and deliberately glanced at Tian Mao, who was still spilling blood in his domain, and he had no soul power!

Zheng Long, who was distracted, still made a mistake. He actually forgot the particularity of Tian Mao.

"Grow old, kill him!" Xu Kelai shouted angrily, he also thought that Tian Mao was dead, after all, Tian Mao was lying in a pool of blood and did not move.

Huangfu Junjie's solemn eyes ran directly towards Tian Mao's body, who didn't care if he would walk in Zheng Long's domain.

"Duan Lengfeng has seen enough of watching the show, do you have the courage to work together to kill Cheng Xiusheng?" Zheng Long dodged the flying sword of the old man, retracted the domain he had released, and said.

Duan Lengfeng showed his figure and said with a solemn face: "For the sake of this 10 million cultivation coins, I still dare to gamble." Don't care about him for the first time. ”

The old man stands in the air, and the hem of his clothes is blown by the wind and the hunting sound. An antique flying sword surrounded him.

"What's the matter? Do the two juniors still want to move their fists and feet in front of the old man?" he said in a gesture like a master.

Duan Lengfeng laughed: "They are all domain realm powerhouses, how can they be divided into elders and juniors! ”

Chang Lao said lightly: "For the sake of leaving the Sword Gate, I can let you go." ”

Listening to Chang Lao's words, Zheng Long also subconsciously glanced at Duan Lengfeng, after all, this is a temporary combination, and it is not very reliable.

Duan Lengfeng Flying Sword in his hand!

"I told you to fight quickly, but it took so long in vain. ”

Angry to angry, it seems that there is no choice to escape. Zheng Long's heart calmed down, two domain realms against one domain realm was completely overwhelming.

Seeing that Duan Lengfeng hadn't left yet, the elder said sharply: "If you don't cherish the opportunity given to you, then don't blame me for being polite." I'll explain it when I'm away from the Sword Gate. ”

"Come out!"

With the growth of old faint three words. In the dense forest, more than a dozen white-clothed people who wanted to straddle long knives jumped out, and their uniform white cloaks fluttered in the wind, standing on the top of the tree.

Duan Lengfeng's face darkened completely, and his eyes were extremely solemn.

"Ling Yuwei was actually dispatched, who is this kid?"

Zheng Long was no better, but fortunately, he thought that he had successfully killed Tian Mao, and his wish had been fulfilled, and he had made up his mind to retreat.

Ling Yuwei was a cultivator of the God Refining Realm, with a talisman seal on his body that concealed his body, similar to Tian Mao's. It was difficult for ordinary domain powerhouses to feel them.

"Run apart!" Zheng Long said.

Duan Lengfeng also nodded, there was an overwhelming advantage just now, but it was all gone after Ling Yuwei's appearance.

Huangfu Junjie had already picked up Tian Mao on the ground, and Xu Kelai followed.

"It's so miserable! Clothes and pants are all gone!" Xu Ke said heartbroken as he looked at Tian Mao's tragic condition.

Huangfu Junjie was murderous, and asked coldly, "Is there any salvation?"

Wang Yituo, who came up, also asked the same question worriedly.

"Is there any salvation for big brother?"

Xu Kelai held his breath and carefully checked Tian Mao's condition. After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay! It's better than the situation in the Demon Cliff." But now my pills have been replenished, and most of them are internal injuries. It will take a few days to get back to normal. ”

Listening to Xu Kelai's words, the hand of the knife that Huangfu Junjie was holding tightly loosened.

In mid-air, Zheng Long and Duan Lengfeng instantly activated and began to run wildly in different directions.

"Hmph, do you want to run?" shouted the growth boss, "Don't let any of them go, leave this person to me." ”

After speaking, he ran towards Zheng Long.

The edge of the flying sword stabbed Zheng Long's back, and the speed difference was too big. So he had to turn around and fight the old man.

After this flying sword was dodged by Zheng Long, it began to stop in the air, and the sword body spun. The blade domain was released from the swirling blade, and all the branches in the range turned to powder, leaving the mountain bare patch.

The range covered also covered Zheng Long inside, and countless spiritual qi blades swept in all directions! Zheng Long also released his Intention Domain, and in an instant, he bounced open the Elder Sword Blade Domain, leaving a circular safe area with a radius of four or five meters for him, surrounded by the Sword Blade Domain. The spatial air at the intersection of the two domains stopped circulating, and it was mixed with the collision of the two auras, and countless sounds of air explosions exploded in this space.

"Break it for me!" the elder snorted, his fingertips slamming forward.

The space at the intersection began to appear in the chaos of time and space, and the violent energy was entangled in it, and the Dao Dao Spiritual Qi Blade continued to open Zheng Long's invisible realm, and finally occupied the entire intersection space, and slowly re-covered the past along the realm towards Zheng Long.

Zheng Long, who was defeated in the battle at the intersection, spurted out a mouthful of blood. There was some shaky shape.

"A thousand blades and a sword!" grew up with a faint voice.

The spinning flying sword immediately crossed the air, and the blades around him converged around him, and they were also increasing the blades out of thin air.

"Go!"

The flying sword pushed forward and attacked Zheng Long with the sword blade domain.

Zheng Long saw a simple flying sword with a transparent blade, like a swarm of wild bees, curled into a long dragon, surging towards him.

He spread his hands wide, and the Dao barrier appeared in front of him. This is a defensive talisman, and now Zheng Long is thinking about how to dodge this terrifying blow.

The blade disappears, and a new blade makes up for it. The speed of this group of sword blades did not stagnate, passing through the Dao barrier and passing through Zheng Long's body.

The battlefield fell silent. What was left behind was a bare hill and a volley of quaint flying swords that seemed to be scurrying with joy. Of course, there is also Zheng Long, who is still motionless and still volleying.

He slowly looked down at his body, and suddenly countless blood lines rushed out of his body, and then his expression was forever in a look of surprise, and his body turned into pieces and fell to the ground.

On Duan Lengfeng's side, he and Zheng Long retreated at the same time.

It's just that as soon as he took a step, he was surrounded by a white figure standing on the top of the tree.

"When did the Lingyun Sect become so rich?" he said lightly, turning around in place and looking at every Lingyun Sect cultivator who surrounded him.

At the same time, a sound of drawing a knife sounded, and Ling Yuwei pulled out the broadsword at his waist in a unified manner. The cold light was all against the cold wind.

Duan Lengfeng was extremely nervous, although all the people surrounding him were a group of cultivators who had cultivated in the God Refining Stage, but Ling Yuwei's prestige and the Floating Desolate Continent were all thunderous.

He deliberately showed himself to be calm, and squeezed out a smile that was not easy: "I also have a discussion with Ling Yuwei today. ”

The flying sword aura in his hand filled his hand and instantly rushed out of his hand. However, instead of rushing towards any of Ling Yuwei's people, he kept running around, drawing a large spherical shape.

In the spherical shape, a wave of energy spread out from Duan Lengfeng's body. This is his sword rain domain. As he stretched, a flying sword fell from a great height, like rain.

Look at the domain that is spreading. The white-clothed Ling Yuwei's eyes didn't change for a moment, his gaze was calm, as if he was waiting for this domain to spread to their feet.

It's just that he will definitely not let Duan Lengfeng's Sword Rain Domain spread to his feet, and when the Sword Rain Domain spread to half the distance between them and Duan Lengfeng, a cold voice sounded: "Lingyun Overlord Sword!"

These dozen or so white figures jumped to the same height as Duan Lengfeng at the same time, and at the same time raised the knife in their hands, and their movements were so neat that they were like movements made by the same person.

A transparent blade appeared in the air, and the aura on the blade was even purer than the first form used by Huangfu Junjie.

The blade of the knife slashed towards the cold wind in the center of the formation circle. Like a pot lid that was lowered to the outside, it was covered by the ball formed by the spinning sword of the cold wind.

"Bang!"

The domain of the cold wind was forcibly stopped to half the distance. The flying sword that was scurrying around was also slowed down by more than half by this unified sword.

In the middle of the cold wind, a mouthful of blood spurted out. His eyes widened, holding back the next mouthful of blood from spurting out.

In this way, if you let these few fight yourself, you will definitely not be able to last long, and you have to break through quickly. So he rushed straight in front of him.

The Ling Yuwei in front of him watched him rush towards him without changing his face, and it seemed that he was not afraid that he would attack the gap from his position and let Duan Lengfeng escape.

"Knife song!" said the cold voice.

The blade of the knife made a trembling metal sound in the air, as if the knife was moaning. When there are more of these knives, it forms a tune that makes the heart tremble.

More than a dozen knives in Ling Yuwei's hands came out of their hands and spun towards Duan Lengfeng.

The flying sword that revolved around him successfully resisted several flying swords, but it still allowed several of the broadswords to burrow into the spinning ball, leaving clumps of blood mist on Duan Lengfeng's body.

Then one of the knives successfully cut off one of Duan Lengfeng's legs, his body crooked, and his aura dissipated.

The blood mist exploded in the trembling tune. All the broadswords spun back into Ling Yuwei's hands.