A long sword flipped and moved in the air, and although Wei Wuchen faced the enemy empty-handed, he did not fall behind for a while. The battle between the martial saints, just relying on the inferior magic weapon, although it can't be said to be useless, it can't help much.

Wei Wuchen was cautious by nature, he already knew it when the woman attacked Huangshaling, but he didn't go out immediately because of his cautious actions, but let Ouyang Kong try the other party's jin liang first, and saw that the other party was just a beginner martial saint, but the long sword in his hand was of high quality, as long as he paid attention to the other party's long sword.

But as soon as the two sides handed it over, they found that the other party was not easy to deal with, the true qi was pure, and there was a faint appearance of turning into a dragon.

The image of the dragon is the great success of the martial saint, the true qi turns to the congenital, cultivates to the highest realm, there is the appearance of the fish turning into the dragon, and then go further, that is the realm of the divine soul, that little girl is just a beginner martial saint, how can there be the image of the dragon now?

The more Wei Wuchen fought, the more he wanted to capture the other party alive and explore the secret of the other party's true qigong method, and now he knew who the other party was. has such skills at a young age, and all of his talents and temperament are excellent, and he must be a first-day disciple of the Shinto Sect - Wu Yixue.

Wu Yixue is also more and more frightened, the information obtained from the master, the other party is just a sect habitual thief, although the appearance looks like a fairy wind bones, but he is a timid guy, martial arts cultivation pays attention to the tempering of the mind, the heart is not good, and if he is in trouble, he will retreat, how can he become a martial arts master, but the other party's cultivation has reached the middle stage of the martial saint, if there is no restraint from the soul sword in his hand, maybe he has fallen.

His own skills are not as good as the other party, and it is not good to fight for a long time, Wu Yixue bit her silver teeth, swept her left hand over her ear, and a small earring fell into the palm of her hand, surrounded by true qi, and a cold sword qi rose to the sky.

"What is this?" Wei Wuchen was startled, and then his face changed drastically, "The best magic weapon!"

It was one of the Three Treasures of the Shinto Sect - the Netherworld Yin Thunder Sword, and no one would have thought that a superb magic weapon would be just one of her earrings.

This sword is extremely poisonous, even Wu Yixue didn't dare to use it more, the last time she used it to deal with Shen Lao was the first time she used it, although Shen Lao was hit and fled, and the yin thunder entered the body only two days before the yin poison was made, but Wu Yixue was not comfortable, her own skills were not enough to restrain the yin thunder, and she was also injured by the yin thunder, and it took more than ten days to recuperate before the yin poison was expelled. So I don't dare to use it easily.

"The Netherworld is broken, and the Yin Thunder is in his hands!"

A chill from the depths of the Nine Shadows spread all over the mountain peaks, and the terrible soul screams penetrated deep into the marrow of the people, and even the disciples of the Three Holy Sects who were hiding several miles away felt terrified.

The rolling thunder was attached to the sword light, and everywhere it passed, everything lost its vitality, Wei Wuchen naturally knew that it was powerful, and his figure moved continuously, wanting to escape from the range shrouded by the sword light.

It's not easy to talk about, the best spiritual weapon, even the masters of the Divine Soul Realm have to retreat, Wei Wuchen has obviously used the skill of housekeeping, the figure is flickering, and the doppelganger is turned into a shadow, it is the Nine Turns of the Void that Wu Youdao has used, but compared with Wu Youdao's body method, it is not the same, I don't know how many times faster, dozens of afterimages flashed by, and I couldn't see the direction of escape.

Wu Yixue didn't move, his fingers turned sharply, the sword light swept, and in a moment, dozens of afterimages disappeared, Wei Wuchen's true body appeared, holding his left arm, panting heavily, the sword qi had already swept into his left arm, and the yin thunder entered the body, and one arm was cold and sour, and it had been abolished.

Wu Yixue was also uncomfortable, beads of sweat were rolling on her face, her palms were slightly black, she stared at Wei Wuchen coldly, secretly breathing her true qi, her palms flipped over, her index finger was erected, and a gloomy essence swirled on her fingers.

"Stinky girl, I really want to die. Wei Wuchen saw that there was no way to escape, so how could he be willing to wait for death.

I don't know if that treasure can save my life, and there is no way to resist the other party's sword qi at the moment, fight, Wei Wuchen reached into his arms and took out a small bell, this small bell is from the ancient tomb of Cangshan, it is an ancient treasure, since he got his hands on it, he has been hiding in the cave behind the Huangsha Ridge, pondering the secret of this strange treasure, if it wasn't for the woman who killed all the thieves, he wouldn't have come out.

In the past few months, he sent Ouyang Kong to kill many people, and even slaughtered the people of a town in Black Wind Town, using the essence blood of tens of thousands of people to nourish the sacrifice, but he always felt that he was confused, he couldn't use it freely, and he didn't dare to use it lightly, but this bell was abnormally hard, and it should be able to block the blow of the best spiritual weapon.

Not knowing whether this treasure could be saved or killed, Wei Wuchen was in a hurry, and poured all the remaining true qi on his body into Xiao Zhong.

The little bell instantly became larger, rising to more than one person high, the golden light flowed, and Wei Wuchen's figure turned around and hid behind the bell.

The Netherworld Yin Thunder Sword Qi came in an instant, and the three sword qi struck the bell in unison.

When!when!

Three rings, scattered by the bell, swinging in all directions, heaven and earth shattered, desolate and simple, like a battlefield where millions of people killed, and like a tsunami landslide, a hurricane, sound waves reverberate, a circle of sound wave ripples with the power of heaven and earth scattered around.

For a while, everyone was shocked by the huge bell, even if the cultivation was as high as Wu Yixue, he couldn't withstand the shock of the sound waves, the blood in his mouth spurted wildly, he could no longer stabilize his body, and fell to the ground.

Although Gao Zhiyuan and the other disciples of the Three Holy Sects were far away, the aftermath of the bell was not something they could bear, and they all fainted.

At the moment when Gao Zhiyuan fainted, a blue light burst out of his arms, surrounded him, a cool breath entered his brain, his spirit was lifted, and he came to his senses.

He looked at the people around him, and knew that they had just fainted, and he was relieved.

He touched into his arms and found a small seal, which was the small seal he got from the mighty dart team, the size of a fist, and was emitting a soft blue light, and it saved me, what kind of seal is this?

Ever since the last time this Blue Seal shot down the Bi Ling Bead and saved his life, he knew that this treasure was anything but unusual, but he hadn't discovered its true use.

Gao Zhiyuan's heart was hot, seeing that the woman and Wei Wuchen had been shaken down from mid-air, they must have been injured a lot, and their hearts were together, and they quietly slipped towards the top of the mountain, at this time, the peak was in a mess, all the sand bandits were killed by Wu Yixue's sword qi, Ouyang Kong and several leading bandits were bleeding, and they had obviously been shocked to death by the golden bell. The little bell had also regained its palm-sized size, floating in the air with a faint golden light.

Wu Yixue also had blood flowing from the corners of her mouth, there was a faint black gas on her face, her true qi was not working, and the magic clothes on her body flowed, blocking most of the power of the golden bell for her.

Gao Zhiyuan didn't dare to approach, even if such a martial saint powerhouse was seriously injured, he couldn't deal with it by himself, so he could only hold his breath and hide behind a mountain rock

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