The black fog reunited, but it changed back to its original appearance of fog and thunder, with a face like dead ashes and ugly scars, the fog thunder stabilized his heel, and his secret skills were also supported to the end, but he still wanted to step forward and kill Li Bai who fell to the ground.

When the fog thunder wanted to do it again, a thunderbolt struck again, and he could only hurriedly retreat...... Several lightning bolts followed, but these thunderbolts were not only fog and thunder, but everyone next to Li Bai suffered. Xuanyi's reaction was not as good as eating hard, and the power of thunder and lightning exploded all over his body, and he fell directly to the ground; A few more bolts of lightning slashed towards the old sword master's side, forcibly interrupting the five entanglements and ordering them to return to their respective sides. The old sword master hurriedly flew to Xuanyi's side, picked her up and ran back, as for Li Bai on the ground, he had already suffered several lightning strikes, and it was difficult to see how he was at all.

"How did it come to this?" The old sword master hugged Xuanyi, tested her snort, and exhaled slightly~~ "Xuanyi endures." The old sword master found pills from his pocket, crushed them, and poured them into Xuanyi's mouth, "You help Elder Xuanyi." ”

The many disciples of Lingjian Mountain gathered together, taking care of Elder Xiangyang, who was poisoned and unable to move, while supporting Elder Xuanyi who had passed out in a coma; The only remaining combat power on this side of Spirit Sword Mountain is the old sword master!

Wu Lei patted his chest, exhaled turbidity, and looked at the dense Yin Thunder Cloud that suddenly condensed in the sky, and felt more and more bad in his heart.

"Why can't I mobilize this cloudy thundercloud? Such a violent thunderbolt is not something I can mobilize......"

"The door master is fine, your secret skills have been exhausted, and then retreat behind a few of us, two people have been damaged on the side of Lingjian Mountain, and the kid on the ground should be killed by these yin thunders, and the old sword master will definitely be buried in Lushan this time!"

Fog Thunder shook his head, "You hold the old sword master, I will personally slash him." ”

"Understood!"

The cloudy thunderclouds in the sky gathered fiercely above the main hall of Lushan, the sky was very gloomy and gloomy, more gloomy than at the beginning of the siege of the fog gate, and the power of thunder and lightning contained was several times that of before, although the black fog cage set by the fog and thunder was still imprisoned by everyone, but it was quickly broken, the yin thunder clouds accumulated too much, and the fog and thunder could not control the power of such a violent thunder and lightning, and the black fog prison could only be torn apart.

"Do it! This cloudy thundercloud suddenly changed, and the prison has been broken! ”

The five of them attacked the old sword master directly, the poison wand, the magic hair, the cold sword, and the big ruler attacked as much as possible, and the fog thunder was always looking for an opportunity to kill the old sword master with a sharp blade. The veteran sword master who has been in a hundred battles can carry five people hard, but he can't withstand such a fierce attack, and he takes a step back every time he carries one more round, and not far behind the sword master is his own disciple of Spirit Sword Mountain, and he is no longer allowed to retreat.

"Take the elders away, leave me alone!"

The old sword master's whole body exploded with strength, and with a sword to block him, the sword wind was very fierce, and he repelled the five people of the fog gate one after another; The Spirit Sword disciple behind him was flying beyond Lushan with Xiang Yang and Xuanyi as the two Imperial Sword Ascension.

The prison has been broken, but the hundreds of disciples of the Fog Gate outside the prison are all holding curved bows and moon blades aimed at the disciples of Lingjian Mountain, and the longbow is wound with a hundred arrows, swishing ~~ A rain of black arrows fell in front of many disciples of Lingjian Mountain.

"No!"

The old sword master shouted weakly, and he watched the rain of arrows fall towards many disciples, and he was also dragged by the four of them under his distraction, and the fog thunder seized the opportunity, and the sharp blade stabbed into the old sword master's chest in an instant.

When the old sword master was injured, he tried his best to push a palm to the fog thunder, and the fog thunder was also slapped to the ground at this moment, vomiting blood. The old sword master retreated and knelt on the ground, seeing that the rain of arrows getting closer and closer to the people of Spirit Sword Mountain, his heart was already in despair.

"Still nothing left for you......"

The old sword master drew his blade and let the blood flow from his chest......

"The sword is coming, Feng Dynasty!"

The broken great sword turned into three thousand sword bodies, and flew through the sky at a gallop, facing hundreds of black arrow feathers.

Ding Ding Ding~~ The sword body cut off the arrow body to protect the people of Lingjian Mountain, and the three thousand big swords have not yet returned, stabbing at the disciples of the Wumen outside the prison, and there is a wail outside the field!

The disciples above the main hall saw hope in the despair, looked at the corpses lying all over the place, and rushed down one by one with their swords drawn. The disciples of the Fog Gate who survived under the stab of the great sword were pursued by the people of the Spirit Sword Mountain who were full of anger at this moment, and the momentum of the Fog Gate was defeated in an instant!

Wulei listened to the wails of his disciples for help, but he watched them change from living to corpses powerlessly, and he couldn't believe it and even had a trace of fear. I feel that the tragedy of the fog gate of the year is going to be staged again......

"Nobody...... Who are you! Fog Thunder roared at the figure standing up in the distance.

Poison Hufeng and a few people dragged up the angry fog and thunder, and they didn't expect that this kid would actually suffer several thunderbolts and still be alive, and they were afraid for a while.

"Don't be impulsive, it's important to kill the old sword first."

How could Wu Lei calm down, if he hadn't been held down by the banshee and Li Gang, he would have killed the unknown boy in the distance first, but what the five didn't know was that they were already in danger......

Poison Hufeng and Leng Jian Qiao glanced at each other, and resolutely decided to take the initiative against the old sword first, Leng Jian Qiao was about to fly in front of the old sword master, and he was already holding the sword to make a slashing posture to give the old sword master the last sword!

The old sword master knelt on the ground, watching his disciple break away from despair, although his hanging heart was let go, he no longer had the strength to get out, like a person waiting for death......

More and more clouds of yin thunder accumulated, the sky of the entire Lushan Mountain was already dark, and a fiery red thunder slashed down from the sky, led by the sword body, to tear apart the space, and a sword instantly slashed towards Leng Jian Qiao.

"Spirit Sword Thunder, Thunder!"

When Leng Jian Qiao was about to be killed, Li Bai shuttled to the old sword master in one step, holding the broken sword in both hands, the sword body was connected to the fire and thunder in the sky, and the lightning sparks were like a stroke to Leng Jian Qiao, who was losing his smile.

Boom! A circle of qi waves spread out violently in all directions, with Li Bai as the center, and the surrounding halls were all thundered and collapsed. The originally dim sky turned crimson under a fire thunder, and the thunder echoed for hundreds of miles. The nearest Pinghe town to Lushan can hear the rumbling sound from Lushan, and everyone's face is full of puzzled and scared expressions, this day is going to turn over!

Under the thunder technique, the big sword in Li Bai's hand shattered in an instant when he blocked Leng Jian Qiao's sword, and the originally broken sword body could not withstand the connection of fire and thunder at all, and it was annihilated by the power of thunder in the collision between swords and swords; And Leng Jian Qiao was directly struck by the thunder, and as the air waves flew into the ruins, he vomited blood.

Poison Hufeng hurriedly pulled up Leng Jian Qiao, but how could he have thought that when he pulled it up, a reddish sword instantly passed through Leng Jian Qiao's body!

Leng Jian Qiao was seriously injured by a thunderbolt blow, and he was already half paralyzed, and a sword pierced his body and directly ended him. He used his last breath and pulled the hand of the poisonous wind, "Quick... Hurry up and walk with the doorman...... He... Sword... Sword Immortal..."