Seventy-two swords, a mouthful of cold light, ten thousand arrows in the air, forming a slightly trembling arc, flying towards Ding Mian in the air.

Ding Mian didn't seem to feel the danger at all, or now he didn't care about the danger at all, and as soon as the pig-killing knife in his hand was tightened, he took the initiative to step into the circle surrounded by the flying sword and slashed it with a knife.

Bang dang!!

The Pig Killing Knife and the various flying swords collided together, sending out a metallic blow and leaving only the black sword qi, which instantly drew a circle in the void and continued to spread.

The seventy-two flying swords temporarily retreated, but soon attacked again, and from different tricky angles, they began to stab at Ding Mian in the air.

Ding Mian was like a lifeless puppet, ignoring the wounds left by the flying sword on his body, his eyes were fierce, and the pig-killing knife sensed the master's anger, and his power surged, and he danced horizontally!

Brush ——!

Ding Mian roared, one foot on the ground, the whole person floated lightly in the air, punched out, and cut it with one knife!

The usual formless and colorless Gangfeng showed a black qi at this time, which merged with the sword qi, turning into a huge wave and wave, killing the dozen or so flying swords in front of him directly!

Then Ding Mian turned around abruptly and looked back!

Brush ——!

The second sword, dozens of flying swords fell from the air again!

In the end, Ding Mian raised his knife with both hands, like an executioner in the ancient execution ground, and slashed down the mountains of Hua!

The sword qi of the third knife almost swept the world and turned into a long river!

The windows on the eighth floor crackled and shattered!

And the remaining flying swords were all shrouded by this invincible sword, and after a while, they all fell to the ground, and all the sword bodies were dim.

The corners of Ding Mian's mouth hooked a cruel arc, and he turned to look at Zhu Yun who was sitting cross-legged.

Zhu Yun smiled: "Good girl, what a fierce sword spirit, but you don't think you will defeat me like this, right?" ”

Hands on the ground.

Summoned the word "up"!

The seventy-two flying swords scattered on the ground instantly regained their "vitality" and began to hum.

Zhu Yun auctioned the ground for the second time.

The flying swords floated in the air and volleyed again.

Syllable!

Zhu Yun slapped for the third time.

The brilliant sword light bloomed among the seventy-two flying swords, and the sword aura was cold, huge and covering the sky!

"No matter how powerful the flying sword is, it is a dead thing after all, and it still has to be controlled by Lao Zhu and me personally."

Zhu Yun smiled slightly, stretched out his hands in the air, danced his ten fingers, and silently said "go" in his mouth!

Seventy-two swords flew towards Ding Mian with murderous aura in an instant.

Ding Mian frowned, didn't think much about it, and directly raised the pig-killing knife to block the flying sword.

But at this time, under the control of Zhu Yun, the flying sword will no longer be as "rigid" as before, and with one rotation, it directly bypassed the pig-killing knife and stabbed Ding Mian from another angle.

For the sword demon, there is only one purpose after the sword is released, which is to kill!

Kill anyone, kill by any means, as long as you kill with a sword—you can do it!

Ding Mian saw that the flying sword really had "spiritual wisdom", he snorted coldly, his body turned, and the sword surged, as if he was charging a blow.

Whoop –

The flying sword didn't give him this opportunity, and instantly turned into a rainbow of light, shooting out, and when Ding Mian was about to make a knife, the fierce sword qi had to force him to raise his sword to block.

And in the face of wave after wave of sword qi, even the pig-killing knife that entered the demon with Ding Mian trembled, and retreated at the same time with the master, and even drew hooks on the wooden floor under his feet......

Seeing that the time was ripe, Zhu Yun's eyes narrowed, and his air gesture changed: "Chop!" ”

Seventy-two flying swords, in an instant, were churning, almost like a net of heaven and earth, enveloping Ding Mian......

Ding Mian had retreated behind the wall and was in a desperate situation.

But at this moment, he sneered, raised the pig-killing knife in his hand, and squeezed it hard.

After a twist, the pig-killing knife turned into a large shield like a pot lid, protecting it in front of its master......

"Bang bang bang" ......

The flying sword swept on the big shield, crackling like rain, and bounced away one after another.

Zhu Yun finally couldn't sit still, stood up from the ground, widened his eyes, and scolded: ", can you still play like this?" ”

He didn't know that this trick was subconsciously performed by Ding Mian.

At that time, when Ding Mian was in the Shangqing faction Tianya Peak, he fought against "Uncle Chen Yao", and the other party turned his sword into a fist and knocked himself away.

Now, he can be regarded as learning and selling.

Zhu Yun knew that this battle would not end so simply, so he simply controlled the flying sword again, preparing to play a war of attrition with Ding Mian.

Anyway, at that time, I was consuming with a difficult wild cultivator, I didn't meet my eyes for more than ten days, didn't eat, didn't drink water, didn't go to the toilet, you chased me, I cut you, it was a common thing...... What's more, this is still its own territory, so there is no need to worry.

He was not in a hurry, but Dante was in a hurry.

Although he had fallen into the demon, his subconscious still wished to rush to the thirteenth floor as soon as possible to see what the Great Array of Prisoners of Immortals was.

He couldn't wait to immediately smash the Zhu Yun in front of him, and then kill him.

However, after all, Zhu Yun is the number one sword demon in the Yin and Yang Realm, he once defeated Lu Feng and fought to a draw with Youma, which can be compared to those people below the eighth floor?

Even, the current Zhu Yun, if he can unlock the prohibition on his body, plus the power of the seventy-two swords, he is now the peak of the Eight Realms Lu Feng, and he can have the power to fight.

After Ding Mian and Feijian struggled, his physical strength finally began to gradually weaken, and his breathing became short.

Even if he enters the demon, he is only a mortal body after all, he has no spiritual veins, and he is only supported by his physical cultivation.

Ding Mian began to retreat, and the speed of the knife became slower and slower.

Seventy-two flying swords, as if sensing the enemy's exhaustion, for a while, the sword light was great, and the unparalleled sword qi was all locked on the pig-killing knife......

Boom!!

The rain of swords fell, like a goddess scattering flowers, and the impact continued!

"Boy, you're defeated."

Zhu Yun smiled contemptuously and waved his hand.

The sword qi drove straight down, intertwined into a jiao, and landed overwhelmingly.

"Not necessarily."

Ding Mian muttered in a low voice.

This time, he didn't use the pig-killing knife to resist the attack of the flying sword, but actually threw the pig-killing knife to the side and threw it hard......

A magical scene has appeared!

After the pig-killing knife was thrown out by Ding Mian, those flying swords did not assassinate Ding Mian, but changed their orbits like magnetism, and chased after the pig-killing knife with great momentum!

Zhu Yun's face changed, knowing that this was a sword qi and sword qi that had been "fighting" for too long, and he had already been attracted by each other's breath, and for a while, he forgot that the original purpose was not to fight for knives, but to kill.

He was about to control the flying sword to change direction, but he saw a figure rushing like a crossbow, and then a punching fist, constantly approaching......

"Hit the ......"

Zhu Yun's face was as dead as ashes.