Sword Twelve and Rouge looked at each other and smiled, both of them felt more and more that the young man in front of them was different, and was about to urge the sword box to go down the mountain, but suddenly heard a loud shout behind them!

"This kid can't go!"

Seeing that the middle-aged swordsman was going to take Qin Wushuang away, Zhao Zhijing's face changed again and again, and after hesitation, he finally decided to stop it.

Although he knew that he was not the opponent of the middle-aged swordsman, he noticed that the three cultivators flying from the mountain behind the Yunlan Sect were all above him, and he immediately made up his mind in his heart, since he couldn't get the magic on the young man's body, he had to get a reward from the sect, otherwise it would really be a loss to his wife and a soldier!

Holding a brown spear in his left hand, Zhao Zhijing stood in the air, his momentum soared, the tip of the spear pointed at the young man sitting at the front of the sword box, and said to Jian Twelve in a cold voice:

"I won't stop you two from leaving, but this young man is a wanted criminal in our Demon Suppression Sect, and I won't let him go today!"

The sonorous and powerful words he said, coupled with the pretended posture on his face and pretending to be a scene of death, anyone who saw it must feel that he was a loyal minister who dared to "die" for the sect.

As if he had heard some funny joke, Jian Twelve raised his head to the sky and let out a wild laugh, and then turned his head to look at Zhao Zhijing, with a fierce victory in his eyes, and said arrogantly: "Even with you, you are worthy of stopping me?" ”

Quickly glancing at the three people who were about to arrive, Zhao Zhijing's eyes were round, his face was hideous, and the brown spear in his hand stabbed straight out of the air.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

As the brown spear pierced forward, countless spear shadows appeared out of thin air in front of Zhao Zhijing, and shot towards the twelve or three swords.

"Humph!"

The corners of his mouth twitched, his eyes were full of disdain, and in the face of the oncoming gunshots, Sword Twelve only slashed forward with the sword finger of his right hand at will.

The majestic sword qi burst out like a mountain torrent and tsunami, instantly shattering the shadow of the spear in the sky, and then slashing towards Zhao Zhijing without any reduction in momentum.

In the face of the peerless slash that came from the sky, although Zhao Zhijing was horrified in his heart, he did not retreat for half a step, let go of the spear and stepped on the soles of his feet, and at the same time pinched out the complicated magic tricks with one hand, and the surging spiritual yuan power condensed out behind him, faintly turning into a mountain.

"Mount Kong!"

Zhao Zhijing shouted angrily, and when he made a move, he used his life-saving means to press the bottom of the box.

Although he was already a fivefold powerful cultivator in the Spirit Infant Realm, before the other party broke his arm with one move, he knew that the cultivation of the two was far apart.

The reason why he made a brazen attack was not to kill the other party, but just to delay some time and wait for the reinforcements from the back mountains to arrive and then besiege and kill together.

Rumble!

A hundred-zhang high mountain appeared out of thin air like an extraterritorial immortal mountain treasure mansion, hanging in the air and standing in front of Zhao Zhijing.

The majestic mountains are towering into the clouds, and the fairy spirit is enveloping.

The soil and stones on the mountain are all golden, and the golden light is thousands of ways under the sunlight, just like the golden body of the saint, majestic and magnificent.

Bang!

The shape-shifting sword qi that crossed the heavens and the earth slammed into the golden mountain, and a roar suddenly sounded, and the earth also shook violently in this impact.

Although the golden mountain blocked Ling Ran's sword, it was also split by the sword qi head-on, and a sword almost pierced through it and split it in half.

"Poof!"

Zhao Zhijing spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew upside down forty or fifty meters before he could stop castration.

It's just that although he was seriously injured, his face showed a smug and abnormal look.

Yin Owl's eyes looked at the three black-clothed old men standing in the air behind the middle-aged swordsman, and his eyes were full of excitement.

"I didn't expect that the people who came would be the three elders under the master of the torture hall, this time, I see how you go!"

Zi~Zi~!

However, at this moment, an arc of lightning flashed and appeared behind Zhao Zhijing, and then Qin Wushuang's figure came out of the arc.

"Oyi Broken Eggfoot!"

The "startling door" opened instantly, and the severe pain in the original body disappeared suddenly, and the young man did not hesitate at all, kicked out of his crotch, and at the same time said with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth:

"This kick was kicked by me for Yang Guo!"

Click!

A sound of broken eggs sounded under Zhao Zhijing's crotch, and then his whole person shot out like a broken kite, smashing heavily on the bluestone ground in front of the gate of Yunlan Sect.

"Ahh

A heart-rending wail instantly resounded throughout the Yunlan Sect.

Then, Zhao Zhijing, who was standing up with his crotch, had red eyes, and roared like a madman: "Little animal, I don't know any Yang Guo at all, I want to crush your bones and scatter ashes!" ”

"Whoosh!"

More than 100 sharp spears appeared out of thin air, turning into Dao Changhong, stabbing at the young man in the air from all directions.

But he didn't want the young man's figure to blur for a moment, and then he turned into an arc and disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was already sitting back at the front of the huge sword box with a wicked smile on his face.

More than 100 spears in the air pierced the air with a single blow, and suddenly turned their heads around and rushed towards the young man again.

Qin Wushuang had a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't look at the Dao Dao spear that stabbed again, and made an inverted thumbs up movement at the angry man on the ground who was like a mad dog, and said angrily:

"You're a brother!"

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

More than a hundred spears had just flown five zhang in front of Qin Wushuang's body, and they were shattered by an invisible sword qi swung out by Sword Twelve's sleeves.

Sword Twelve and Rouge in their arms glanced at each other, and then looked at the young man sitting cross-legged at the front of the sword box with a comfortable face, and the corners of their mouths involuntarily smiled.

"Ah, I'm going to kill you all!"

Although he didn't understand what the so-called "younger brother" in the air boy's mouth meant, Zhao Zhijing didn't have to think about it to know that it must not be a good word.

Looking at the disgusting smiling face of the young man at the front of the sword box, coupled with the pain in his crotch, Zhao Zhijing suddenly felt like a crazy demon.

"Poof!"

The brown spear flew in front of him, and Zhao Zhijing took a mouthful of blood and spit it on the spear.

The blood was instantly absorbed by the spear, and the body of the spear suddenly turned from brown to dark red, and it trembled in the air.

Streams of majestic coercion emanated from the quivering spear like ripples on the surface of the water.

With each trembling, the force on it doubled.

The dark red spear vibrated seventeen times, and its strength skyrocketed seventeen times.

During this time, Zhao Zhijing spat out eight mouthfuls of blood on the spear.

At this time, his face was already as pale as paper, and he was crumbling and unable to stand firmly.

"Today, I will kill you even if the Yuan Shen is damaged and the realm is lowered!"

Although his body was extremely weak, at this time, Zhao Zhijing's killing intent was incomparable, and there was nothing but hatred in his eyes.

"Blood Dragon Demon Slayer Spear!"

With Zhao Zhijing's angry shout, the dark red spear that was originally standing directly in front of him disappeared in a very strange instant, and then he heard a shocking roar like a real dragon roaring from above the clouds.