Fortunately, this ancient sword was passed on to the Changmei Dao people, the grade was not very high, but the quality was not to be said, it was not crushed, but his cultivation was not enough and he was pressed back seven or eight steps in a breath, his wrist turned quickly, and the ancient sword body trembled nearly ten times at a very fast speed, and each time he unloaded a part of the pressure, and more than half of the pressure had been removed after seven or eight steps, which could be hardly supported.

"Huh?"

Xuan Wuzi snorted in surprise, but the movements in his hands did not stop, and under the finger of the void, the black flying sword turned into light and slashed down again.

Ye Chen gathered his breath and concentrated, his eyes were fixed on the flying sword, and he held the loose ancient sword tightly and stabbed it at the flying sword, and at the moment when the two swords touched, his wrist flicked, and the tip of the sword was rubbed against the body of the black flying sword, and the moment the sparks flashed, his wrist turned, and the blade also rotated to support the black flying sword, wanting to take it away from the trajectory.

"Go!"

The strong true qi gathered on the sword body and rotated, pulling out the face with a point, pulling out a thousand catties in four or two, and the pine-patterned ancient sword pressed down somewhere on the sword body of the Xuan Wuzi Flying Sword, causing it to deviate from the original trajectory, and the black flying sword that shot directly at him circled around him.

Xuan Wuzi's heart moved slightly, the cold in his eyes became even colder, and with a stroke of his sword, the flying sword that swept by him turned his head flexibly, barbling Ye Chen.

But he repeated his old trick, and once again used the technique of pulling out a thousand catties in four or two to drive the flying sword to offset the angle, which was worthy of passing in front of him.

In the eyes of others, they saw the flying sword of the Xuan Wuzi Imperial Envoy attacking Ye Chen around, but Ye Chen relied on his superb swordsmanship to hold a loose ancient sword to block it out of his body, and the dazzling sword light of the flying sword continued to explode, and the sword qi flew obliquely and cut out furrows around him.

Failed to take down Ye Chen with more than a dozen swords, Xuan Wuzi was a little unable to hold his face, with the help of the mana contained in the white bone relic, his current strength was comparable to that of an ordinary scattered immortal, but he couldn't even take down a monk who hadn't survived a single heavenly tribulation, and he was afraid that a waste evaluation would fall on him, which was a huge prestige blow to Xuan Wuzi who was preparing to start a sect in the Shushan world.

After all, the head of the sect can't even take a monk who hasn't survived a single catastrophe, and this kind of sect created by waste must also be a waste.

The left hand grasped the flying sword and flew upside down, and as soon as the right hand was raised, it was pressed with a palm, and the powerful mana condensed the vitality, turning into a gray and white vitality that was nearly two acres in size, and the big hand grabbed Ye Chen in the air.

"I'm angry!"

Ye Chen's heart was quite happy, he put away his sword and stood, took a step back, and shouted loudly:

"Senior sister, save me!"

In the next second, a pair of jade phoenixes swept in front of him, and with one blow, the big hand of the Yuan Qi was cut in half, and the violent Yuan Qi exploded and blew his white robe upside down, making a hunting sound.

He can still hold on to the swordsmanship, but if he really fights, he will be crushed to death by Xuan Wuzi with absolute mana if he can't withstand two moves, of course, he has to ask his senior sister for help.

The quality of Ye Lianxing's jade phoenix scissors is definitely the top of the sixth-order magic weapons, the main attack and killing, the power is extremely terrifying, Ye Chen doubts that he doesn't know if he can carry this scissor.

Senior Sister took Xuan Wuzi, Ye Chen found the generous monk, and once again sacrificed the fire Jiao gourd to summon more than a dozen fire Jiao to pounce on him from all directions, and he followed behind with a sword.

The generous monk sacrificed the white bone to summon the ghost flag, a breath of black gas sprayed on it, and a black vortex appeared on the surface of the flag, and a ghost figure rushed out of it and rushed towards the fire Jiao.

His white bone banner is limited to the level of sacrifice, and there are only a few hundred powerful ghosts that can be released in one breath, in fact, there are more than a few hundred powerful ghosts contained in it, once a powerful ghost dies in battle, it will immediately replenish one, from the first time I saw the dead ghosts There are already hundreds, but now the number of ghosts flying out is not less.

It's a pity that the strength of the ghost is far inferior to the fire Jiao, the fire Jiao more than ten meters long pounced, and the ghost qi on the ghost shadow was burned, and it quickly faded to reveal the ghost body, and was burned by the fire of the essence flame, and soon turned into nothingness.

Similarly, a large number of powerful ghosts pounce on the fire Jiao, and they can also use the ghost qi to dissipate the fire on the fire Jiao's body, and if the number is enough, the size of the fire Jiao will slowly shrink, and the power will also decrease.

It's just that Ye Chen never expected to rely on the fire Jiao gourd to defeat the Dafang monk, and flew towards the Dafang monk with a pine sword after the fire Jiao.

When the generous monk saw him waving the white bone banner, he immediately freed up dozens of powerful ghosts to pounce.

Ye Chen swung his sword and slashed out a thick sword qi condensed in front of him, and with a slap of the back of the sword, the sword qi spread out into a net cover and netted more than a dozen powerful ghosts.

Cut down three sword nets in a row to catch all the fierce ghosts, and when the first sword net was broken, he had already swept ten meters away from the generous monk, the corners of his mouth turned up to reveal a sneer, and he took one step, and his body sped up like a sword stabbing out and rushing straight to the generous monk.

This is a unique skill of Emei swordsmanship - sword steps, as fast as a sword stabbing out, instantly crossing a short distance to approach the enemy, catching the opponent by surprise.

The generous monk was obviously a little caught off guard, and only had time to slam the white bone demon banner down, and a layer of black light spread out from the surface of the banner to cover him in it, and he saw a little cold star explode in front of him, and the black light sank like a water wave with the tip of the sword as the center, and a circle of ripples spread out.

Although he was a little caught off guard, he still blocked his sudden sword, and the generous monk's heart suddenly jumped back, and then he was furious, the kind eyebrows on his face disappeared on the spot and became hideous, and the boiling killing intent converged on his raised left hand, and at some point a layer of green appeared on his left hand, melting like rot, and the skin and flesh fell off, revealing a bone claw that did not look like a human hand, and grabbed Ye Chen's chest fiercely.

There was a change in the hand of the generous monk, and the rancid smell made him notice all this, and with a twist of his wrist between the lightning and flint, he buckled the hilt of the sword, and the pine-patterned ancient sword thrust into his chest in front of the bone claw that he chose.

"Bell!"

A crisp sound of gold and iron sounded, the bone claw and the sword body were staggered, and the sword body rotated to the left in the splashing sparks, and the bone claw that was as hard as iron turned so that the Dafang monk's body could not help but deviate from his body, and the two fingers of Ye Chen's left hand turned into a sword and pointed at the Dafang monk.

The black light appeared, and the sword finger sank according to the black light.

The generous monk who subconsciously avoided came back to his senses and sneered fiercely:

"The juniors are so rampant, today this seat is going to use your soul to refine the magic weapon!"

After saying that, he urged Zhenyuan violently, and a layer of black crystal light appeared on the bone claw, and his strength instantly increased greatly, and the sparks of the pine pattern sword body burst out, pressing down step by step.

"Die!"

The generous monk's eyes widened, and he once again urged the mana to press the pine pattern sword on Ye Chen's body, the white robe touched and turned to ashes, revealing the strong muscles on his chest that did not match his appearance at all, and the bone claws shrouded in black crystal light pressed against his chest, piercing the skin with difficulty and pressing.

Although he was a little surprised that the handsome young man in front of him could be so powerful, he was still relieved to see the bone claws piercing into the muscles, and pressed his five fingers inward, ready to dig into his chest.

Between life and death, Ye Chen did not have a trace of fear on his face that the generous monk expected to see, but he just spat lightly with an expressionless face:

"Spirit Rhino Sword Finger!"