Sure enough, Dao Xuan Zhenren had a long sword in his hand.

It looks like jade and not jade, like stone and not stone, and it is all one.

This mediocre and featureless stone sword is actually the Zhuxian Sword!

Looking closely, the sword body is full of fine lines, the style is simple, and there are even the slightest cracks on the sword body.

The people in the Demon Sect are all discolored, and the power of the Immortal Sword has just been taught by them not long ago.

The Zhuxian Sword, which was like a stone carving, was only in Dao Xuan's hands for a moment, and then it glowed with brilliant light.

The four sect masters were taken aback, and they all pounced on the tiger.

Dao Xuan shook his body, helped the water qilin to stand up slowly, and waved the Zhuxian Sword in his right hand.

Suddenly, the white light was surging towards several people like a mountain of water.

The half-broken Yuqing Hall also collapsed at this time, and the four major sect masters involuntarily took a few steps back, and their faces changed drastically.

Dao Xuan spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body was shaky, but he didn't care about it, and floated onto the water qilin.

The water unicorn roared angrily and flew into the sky.

In the midst of the chanting spells, the original seven-colored giant sword reappeared, and layers of glorious light shrouded Tongtian Peak.

In just one day, the Zhuxian Sword Formation appeared twice.

Everyone in the Demon Sect lost their color, and the four sect masters hurriedly signaled everyone to leave.

Baguio pulled Zhang Xiaofan, and when he just wanted to fly away, he was stopped by Lu Xueqi and others.

wants Baguio to leave Zhang Xiaofan behind, how can Baguio be willing.

Without a word, the two sides fought again.

At this time, the rain of Zhuxian swords fell again, and several lives were taken in an instant.

The people of the Demon Sect did not dare to fight, and fought while retreating.

Under layers of coercion, Zhang Xiaofan finally couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and brandished the soul devouring to join the battle group.

It is precisely because of Zhang Xiaofan's participation that Qingyunmen and others are taking care of their hands and feet, and only three or four percent of their combat power is exerted.

This time, Dao Xuan also seemed to be desperate, not only the monochrome qi sword, but even the colorful giant sword, with the momentum of opening the sky and splitting the earth, bombarded down.

This main sword suddenly made nearly ten people in the Demon Sect not even have time to scream, and their souls flew away, and Yuyangzi was also cut off by the rest of Wei with his left hand.

However, this blow also seemed to exhaust Dao Xuan's energy, and his body was crooked, and he almost fell from the water qilin.

Dao Xuan's distraction gave the Demon Sect a chance, and when Dao Xuan regained his footing, there were only a few Demon Dao people left on Tongtian Peak, including Baguio and Zhang Xiaofan, and the rest of the Demon Sect had already fled from Tongtian Peak.

Looking at Zhang Xiaofan, who was being pulled by Baguio, Dao Xuan's heart sank.

Just now in the sky, he saw it really clearly, Zhang Xiaofan had entered the demon path, and he was ruthless to the fellow brothers of Qingyunmen in the past.

What's more, he also has the two true laws of Taoism and Buddha, and he holds the evil things that are not born in the world.

Dao Xuan sighed in his heart, forcibly transported the last spiritual power in his body, and all the colored qi swords in mid-air suddenly became magnificent, and the colorful giant sword was half larger in an instant.

With a monstrous momentum, he rushed towards Zhang Xiaofan overwhelmingly!

"Ahh

Qingyunmen and Tianyin Temple both changed their expressions greatly, and Tian Buyi, Su Ru, Lu Xueqi and others were even more dead.

The sword is like a mountain, and before it reaches the ground, Zhang Xiaofan's body is torn apart by a square foot of the ground, and the wind is howling!

Zhang Xiaofan was shrouded in invisible sword qi, and he was powerless to break free, so he had to let out a cry of grief, and the grief and resentment in his heart were unbearable.

At this time, a pair of familiar warm and white hands, with the crisp sound of bells like a valley, pushed Zhang Xiaofan aside.

Nine ghosts, gods and demons of the heavens.

With my blood, I will sacrifice it.

……

Baguio looked at Zhang Xiaofan with red eyes and smiled slightly.

Zhang Xiaofan pounced on Baguio like crazy, screaming wildly, but his mouth was gagged by the wind, and his body was bounced back by the mysterious power.

"No... No...... Not ......"

Zhang Xiaofan howled madly in his heart, and his red eyes flowed bloody tears.

Three lives and seven lives, forever fallen into Yama.

It's just for love, even if you die......

"Poof!"

A sound that seemed to burst a bubble suddenly sounded.

In the stunned eyes of both the good and the demon, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Baguio like a ghost.

"It's really naughty, and you use the 'infatuation spell' at every turn, don't you think you die fast enough?"

The person who came was Yang San, and when he had just made a breakthrough in the Book of Heaven, he felt the vast sword momentum of Tongtian Peak.

In an instant, Yang San knew what was going on and hurriedly came.

Who knew that he happened to see Baguio using the "infatuation spell", and he was immediately startled.

Before Baguio finished reading, she instantly broke the aura around her, sealed Baguio's cultivation, and forcibly interrupted the casting of the "Infatuation Spell".

"Master?"

Zhang Xiaofan saw that it was Yang San, and couldn't help shouting.

He didn't know how powerful the "Infatuation Curse" was, but he knew exactly how serious the consequences were.

Seeing that Baguio didn't seem to be successful, Zhang Xiaoji hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Baguio, for fear of losing her again.

"Xiaofan, didn't I say you, a manly man, how can you let a girl block the sword for you? The simple is to disgrace your master. ”

Yang San didn't care about Zhang Xiaofan's anger, but began to count him down in a serious tone.

Zhang Xiaofan, who was originally crazy and ruthless, suddenly looked like a schoolboy who had done something wrong, and he lowered his head submissively, and he didn't dare to make a sound.

For a while, the atmosphere on Tongtian Peak was a little weird, and the original intention of shouting and shouting to kill was gone. Only Yang San's number of voices that hated iron could not be made of steel remained.

The battlefield of the demons seems to have suddenly turned into a children's school.

"Uncle, are you Xiaofan's master?"

Baguio, who was interrupted by the "infatuation curse", was stunned for a while, and it took a while to come back to his senses in Yang San's counting.

Turning his head to see, isn't this the uncle who "told his fortune" in Shanhaiyuan, but he is still Xiaofan's master?

"Doesn't it look like it?"

Yang San looked at himself and Zhang Xiaofan in surprise, isn't this situation obvious?

"It's like it, it's like it, but it's ...... Can we take care of another thing first? Baguio said urgently.

"No, Xiao Fan's current thinking is very dangerous, as his master, I have to let him change it back, is there anything more important than this?" Yang San shook his head without hesitation and refused.

Just kidding, Zhang Xiaofan almost lost his wife, what could be more serious than this?

Baguio stretched out his finger and pointed into the air.

Yang San looked back and saw that it was the seven-colored giant sword, which was coming straight towards them with an endless roar.

Seeing that the colorful giant sword was about to arrive, Yang San frowned slightly.

"Noise!"

In an instant, there was silence on Tongtian Peak, and the falling needles could be heard, and everyone's eyes widened, unable to believe what was happening in front of them.

I don't know if Dao Xuan happened to run out of spiritual power? Or is it Yang San's reprimand, which the Immortal Ancient Sword really understands?

All in all, the Colorful Giant Sword really stopped, slowly dissipating away.

Even the Zhuxian Ancient Sword in Dao Xuan's hand returned to its original simple and unpretentious appearance of non-stone and non-jade.

In this regard, Yang San nodded with satisfaction.

"That's right, I didn't see that I was teaching my disciples, all of them were beeping around, not like words!"