"All rings are one", the hair on her head spread out and fluttered, and Zhao Fenglian groaned softly and her feet off the ground. After Ran Ran floated into the air, her hands shone out to the left and right, and a not-so-dazzling silver arc gathered in front of her.

One by one, the shining silver rings spun into the arc of light, quickly forming a semicircular crescent moon in front of Zhao Fenglian. With both hands pressed on the edge of the arc moon, Zhao Fenglian raised her head slightly, revealing a little remembrance on her cold face, which had been expressionless.

This expression was just fleeting, Zhao Fenglian's palm stroked the edge of the sharp half-moon, and the two wisps of bright red marks seeped into the crescent moon with her movements, and the silver light became softer, gradually turning into a charming pink.

"The empty envy of the round flowers is good, and the moon and the moon are half with each other. The words that were originally sad and emotional came out of Zhao Fenglian's mouth, but with an awe-inspiring killing intent. She was like a halo on her body, and she suddenly burst into strength, injecting the qi, blood, and spiritual power of her whole body into the crescent moon without reservation.

As this crescent moon gradually turned blood red, the smooth skin on Zhao Fenglian's face, like a young girl, began to appear wrinkles, and her white hair gradually dried up. She spoke again, and even her voice became slow and hoarse: "Blood...... Month...... Chop. ”

Seeing Zhao Fenglian unreservedly deliver a powerful blow, Guan Teng and He Yunguang knew that it was the last moment. If the three of them can't kill Zhou Heng before the rune wall gets closer, then those fellow sects who came this time will definitely be wiped out, and the sect will also face a catastrophe.

"I am honored among a thousand soldiers. Guan Teng's face was hideous, and he roared, bowed his waist and raised his arms, and the weapons behind him collapsed at the same time. The armor on his body was torn open, and in the sound of his bones, his body, which was not short, was an inch tall by an inch, and he didn't stop until he was three or four feet old.

Guan Teng**, who has become a giant man, has a blue complexion on his upper body, a bulge of muscles on his chest and arms, and he is full of strange patterns, and he strides on the pure gold ground and makes a loud voice: "Zhou Heng Xiao'er, don't think that only you can use spells, let you see the Guan family's demon transformation tactics." ”

The huge figure jumped up, and Guan Teng was a few points faster than Zhao Fenglian, who was the first to strike. The weapons that hung beside him and followed closely followed them with their hands smashed down one after another, and their moves were fierce and tough, no weaker than Zhou Heng, who was holding the Zhangba Dragon Halberd.

The golden knife in his hand was slowly raised, He Yunguang was silently speechless and raised his head to the sky, although several people had been surrounded by a heavy talisman array, but the wind around him gradually sounded, and a cyclone swirled around his body, and there was a faint thunder in it.

"Hmm......" The nose roared and gathered, and the golden knife in He Yunguang's hand floated with fine electric light. He strode with rumbling thunder and Guan Teng into horns, and circled around the back of the circumferential side where he was hiding in the heavy talisman armor.

"Boring and ......" Guan Teng's dozens of weapons are all superb, but they are still a little worse than Zhou Heng's purple gold dragon halberd. In such a hard-fought and crazy attack, he couldn't bear to break one after another, and in the blink of an eye, Guan Teng didn't have a single intact weapon in his hand.

"Huh, ah......" Guan Teng's eyes were full of blood, and he slammed his fist on the ground a few times, lifted those broken weapons and rubbed them vigorously, his hands gradually revealed dark red like charcoal fire, and a large mass of weapons instantly melted into juice and flowed on him.

"How......" looked up to the sky and roared like a wounded beast, Guan Teng's huge body revealed the firelight, and rushed straight up, dripping with hot iron with both hands firmly holding the halberd stabbed by Zhou Heng. Although the purple gold dragon halberd was not melted and deformed, it was as if it was cast to death in his hands, and Zhou Heng could not take it back with his repeated efforts.

Guan Teng used the fire of Jingyuan to urge the Thousand Soldiers Demon Realm, no matter whether he won or lost, as long as the flames on his body were extinguished, it was the time for him to die. Seeing this, He Yunguang on the other side no longer waited and strode up, and the sound of thunderclaps between his hands was loud, and the two golden knives merged into a dazzling electric light and fell towards Zhou Heng's body.

The long howl sounded like a dragon's roar, and layers of rippled light and shadow were revealed in the throne nearly two zhang high, and the aura on Zhou Heng's body was fully stimulated and gushing, and every inch of pure gold thick armor was covered with a layer of thick scales, and the rune light was shining brightly, reflecting a golden yellow in the hall.

"Kalala......" The electric light slashed on the throne rune armor like a thunderous symphony, deafening, He Yunguang failed to break the armor in several moves, took a step back, raised his double knives and stabbed into the gap of the scaly rune pattern, and slowly sank into the rune armor with a sizzling sound.

Zhao Fenglian, who pushed the blood-colored crescent moon with both hands, looked like an old woman, but she was unaware of the wisps of blood flowing from the corners of her nose and mouth, her eyes were shining, as if she was about to go to a grand party, and her figure suddenly accelerated towards Zhou Heng.

The heavy talisman wall around and above the head rumbled closer and closer, and the fierce blood moon and the heavy armor in the talisman shadow collided fiercely in the thunder and firelight, and all kinds of light flashed together, engulfing several figures.

With a muffled sound of "Peng", Zhang Zhaojie firmly collided head-on with an elder of the Thousand Blades Sect. The two swords in the opponent's hands stabbed in his chest, but the armor failed to penetrate but did not stop, desperately being penetrated by the infighting, and slammed his fists into Zhang Zhao's face wrapped in black armor.

Hit by this desperate blow, the electric stars in front of him danced wildly, Zhang Zhao did not retreat, shook his arms, shook his side shoulders, and rushed forward. With a "tom", the enemy flew diagonally.

The two iron chains swept close to the ground, Zhang Zhao jumped up, and the person did not dodge or dodge in the air, and exchanged several slashes with an elder of the Thousand Blades Sect, after landing, he staggered and stopped the retreat with a broken immortal, but the person on the opposite side fell into several pieces.

"Ahh......h

Although there were only five people left on the opposite side, Zhang Zhao couldn't avoid it far away with Wuji footwork in order to take care of what was behind him. Seeing that his body was a little slower, an elder of the Thousand Blades Sect repeated his old trick and pounced on him from behind and hugged him tightly, but before he could tighten his arms, he let out a long cry.

Countless sharp spikes sprouted from Zhang Zhao's back, poking out more than a dozen blood holes through the armor of the enemy behind him. Seeing that the situation was not good, the elder of the Thousand Blades Sect let go of his hand and didn't wait to retreat, and was already swung in two by Zhang Zhao's "Mangtian Slash".

Seeing that the companions behind Zhang Zhao who were being frantically slashed by Zhou Lin and others were no longer alive, the black-faced old man was crying blood, and the giant sword in his hand was about to rush to take revenge, and the figure flashed, and Zhang Zhao was already blocking in front of him.

Turning around and retreating, the black-faced old man's spiral wheel giant sword rolled up a terrifying wave of qi to protect his whole body, Zhang Zhao rushed forward and let the giant sword slash on his shoulder, and his hand was raised to slash and slash obliquely.

"Ho, ah......" Seeing that the black-faced old man was in an embarrassed situation, an elder of the Thousand Blades Sect next to him danced the long stick in his hand and smashed it diagonally to help, but Zhang Zhao first split the weapon, and then slashed it on the shoulder with a backhand.

The black-faced old man hissed and howled: "Bloody warfare." Seeing him raise his giant sword and turn around and pounce back, the injured companion held his body with both hands, and the two elders of the Thousand Blades Sect behind him shook their arms and swung out an iron chain around Zhang Zhao's head and neck.

"Broken. Zhang Zhao flipped his wrist with a snap, and Da Luo Tian slashed the thirty-six styles with one wave. The injured Guan family's finger had just been broken, and a ball of golden knife light had already covered his body. At this time, the giant sword in the black-faced old man's hand fell heavily on Zhang Zhao's neck, chopping his body to the side.

Zhang Zhao's right hand broke out to support the ground again, and the four iron chains that had just stabilized were already on his shoulders. Taking a long breath, he stretched out his head to let the chain roll up slightly, then turned his body like a top, twisted the four chains and slashed in the direction of the attack.

"Let go, ......" The black-faced old man shouted before he remembered that these ten precious iron chains were firmly cast on his brother's arm armor, and they were also the only ones among these people who came this time who were not shape-shifting weapons, and he desperately tried to stop him, but the giant sword in his hand was scattered again and again by the sword light around Zhang Zhao's body.

There was originally a sharp flying sickle at the other end of the ten iron chains, but these five Thousand Blades Sect elders were famous in the Xuanjin Domain and were worried about being recognized, so they untied the sickle, but they didn't expect to be cut into scrap metal by Zhang Zhao.

The weapon was not easy to hand and could not be unraveled, and the two Guan family elders who were not weak in cultivation were extremely aggrieved in their hearts, watching the enemy spin their knives rush closer. After a loud sound of cutting gold and iron, the four arms broke off, and a dozen horrific wounds appeared on each of them.

Rolling up the heavy iron chain hanging low on the stump and barely turning around, Zhang Zhao's hand was just stabbing into the threat of the black-faced old man who rushed in, and the Guan family elder, who was obviously not inferior in the Thousand Blades Sect, looked down at his bleeding wound and sighed gloomily: "It doesn't make sense." ”

"That doesn't make sense......" He was short of breath, his voice getting higher and higher, and his body was shaking violently with excitement. The wound was cut for a longer time, and the blood gushed like a spring, but the black-faced old man looked intently at Zhang Zhao, who was tight from head to toe in front of him: "Your eyes are not exposed, how can you see us?"

"Even if the weapon is destroyed, there is no reason for it......" The black-faced old man muttered to himself and fell straight down, "Could it be that we are really old......"

Gently shook off the iron chains on his body, revealing his face, Zhang Zhao's face was also pale. He was first strangled by iron chains and dying, and then slashed several people with hard moves, even if he could condense the armor and protect the body, and the chest necklace healed the wounds, at this time, he felt that his muscles and bones were torn and his whole body was sore.

"Guys, stop, they're all dead. Seeing Zhang Zhao approaching with a tired face, Zhou Lin Taigui and the others looked at the six or seven bloody corpses on the ground before they came to their senses: "These people ...... , we really killed it?"

The young people who usually only beat on the casting material threw down the bloodstained casting hammer kitchen knives and vomited, Zhou Lin looked at Zhang Zhao and shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that Gongzi was so powerful, and he could kill them without looking back." ”

Looking around at the situation in the courtyard, Zhang Zhao slowly adjusted his breathing: "I don't know what's wrong with them, it's definitely not me......" Zhou Lin's eyes swelled with doubts: "Who could it be?" Hey, whatever, don't vomit a few of you, hurry up and follow us out of the city." ”

The road leading to the Zhou Mansion was full of bloodstains and countless corpses, in addition to their own guards, there were also many people in some shops in the city who were friendly with the Zhou family who came out to help, and they suffered heavy casualties under the elders of the three factions of the Golden Sword Pavilion.

On Chengxi Avenue, more than a dozen cultivators in light armor retreated with horror in their eyes, and a tall old man in bronze armor in front of them carried a long knife on his shoulders and walked quickly with murderous intent on his face: "Since you are in such a hurry to die with the Zhou family, I will fulfill your wishes." ”

The old man in bronze armor just wanted to catch up and kill these little characters who didn't know where to come from to help, but his eyes swept over their heads: "Yo, there are so many people who don't want to die, and here is another one?"

A black figure came from a fork in the road not far away, like him, with a knife on his shoulder and a stick in his other, striding in this direction with a resolute momentum.

"Let's all die. The bronze armored old man raised his sword in his hand, and a suffocating and powerful aura pressed the dozen or so cultivators to breathe hard, and they shouted in unison and swung their swords shoulder to shoulder to parry forward, unable to resist the blades in their hands being shaken away one after another.

"Hahaha......" The mouth laughed wildly, and the arm wheel of the old man in bronze armor leaned forward in an extremely swaying posture, and the golden knife had already enveloped the approaching black-armored man in it.

Seeing that there was no luck in this slash, more than a dozen cultivators had to close their eyes and wait for death, and a gust of wind blew in their ears, and the terrifying sound of sharp blades slashing armor and flesh sounded in everyone's ears, but they didn't feel the slightest pain on their bodies.

Slowly opening their eyes, more than a dozen cultivators were surprised to see that none of the companions around them had fallen, but the old bronze man who was laughing majestically just now had more than a dozen wounds on his chest, and blood was gushing, and his eyes were wide open and he fell to the ground on his back.

"You're not dead...... That man saved us?" They slapped each other a few times to make sure they weren't dreaming, only to realize that a figure in black armor in front of them had walked far away: "Hey, don't go, there are hundreds of people in front." ”

These cultivators were frightened and chased a few steps behind: "Thank you for saving your life, which shopkeeper in the city are you? Don't go any further, we haven't seen a single person from the Zhou family." The two treasurers of the Iron Refining Hall have let them kill, so you better come back......"

After a few words of persuasion from afar, these cultivators had to stand still when they saw Zhang Zhao moving forward without hesitation: "You take care......" Zhang Zhao turned a deaf ear to their words, and concentrated on the warm current coming from the necklace on his chest, trying his best to recover the injuries on his shoulders from the brief battle with the old man in bronze armor just now.

He knew that the enemy he would face next was definitely different from the black-faced old man's gang, and he had real blades in his hands. However, under this situation, Zhang Zhao had no other way but to use hard fighting to kill each opponent in the shortest possible time.

The cultivation of the old man of the Golden Sword Pavilion was weaker than He Hanshi, who intercepted and killed Zhou Junxing, but Zhang Zhao had no intention of releasing the demon beast phantom to deal with him from the beginning. If you meet one person, it will take half an hour, and even if you knock down a dozen people, you have to drag it out until dark.

In a fierce battle in Yuezhen Pavilion, Zhang Zhao successfully cleared out those enemies who had no weapons in his hands with his strong armor blade. Just now, there were a few battles with lightning and stone fire, and although Zhang Zhao cut down the old man in bronze armor who had the idea of despising the enemy, he hit a heavy knife on his shoulder.

The hot pain lingered, and Zhang Zhao couldn't take care of it. At this time, two figures appeared in front of him, and they were also from the Golden Sword Pavilion in their costumes.

(End of chapter)