"This ...... This is the power of the Sword Immortal? Ren Yingying looked at the scene in front of her with a pale face, and the thousands of heroes who came to save her were quickly defeated in front of the four stone giants.

The so-called rescue was completely reduced to a joke in the face of this inhuman force, and the thunderstorm didn't even do it himself, and these thousands of people had completely collapsed, so what if he also took action himself? How many of these thousands of people present can escape?

At this moment, Ren Yingying clearly realized what is called the difference between immortals and mortals, in the face of such power, the number is meaningless, and the gap in this level of strength is so big that it makes people desperate.

He felt the same way as her, and his mood at the moment was like that of a dog - he had considered the possibility of defeat before the operation began, but he did not expect to lose so easily.

That's thousands of good hands in the rivers and lakes, and together they are enough to attack any sect, not thousands of pigs, but in front of that sword immortal, such a huge force is still as weak as a child, this is completely hung up and beaten, I knew that the sword immortal was so terrible, and he would not come to this troubled water if he was killed.

"I just hope that the Descendant Sword Immortal won't hold grudges so much!" As soon as such a thought came to his mind, Ji Wushi noticed that it was suddenly dark in front of him, and a stone giant rushed towards him.

Ji Wushi's face darkened, and after cursing secretly, he turned around and ran, but when he turned around, he was shocked to find that another stone giant appeared behind him at some point, and he had been blocked between the two stone giants.

The incomparably strong fear had just emerged, and two huge rock arms staggered and swept over, and in the sound of bones twisting and shattering, his body flew out like a broken rag doll, and finally lay on his back in the open space more than ten meters away, looking at the sky with eyes of horror and despair, and soon lost his luster.

"It's a character with a name and a surname, how could it be possible for you to run away?" Next to the carriage, Thunderstorm withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.

This time the harvest was almost over, and the thousands of people who had been put together died in just one cup of tea, and the rest all fled into the dense forest, and everything went smoothly to the thunderstorm's surprise.

In fact, if these thousands of people can really go out and carry the thunderstorm to the death, they actually still have a great chance of winning, after all, the stone giants are ignitions that have not been given expertise, there are too many means to deal with them, and even if they concentrate on the masters to attack, sooner or later they can dismantle these stone giants, after all, they are only solid stones, not solid iron.

However, the fear of the legendary "demons" makes these Jianghu people unable to calm down and ponder these countermeasures, and more importantly, no matter how many of them are, they are just a temporary rabble.

So it was only natural that they were defeated so quickly.

Now that the battle is over, looking at the corpses in one place and smelling the strong smell of blood in the air, the thunderstorm has no interest in staying here, and the four stone giants are recalled, and the thunderstorm cancels the ignition, as if going back in time, these stone giants collapse and turn into piles of stones again.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and a pile of corpses next to him suddenly exploded, and Yu Canghai's short figure burst out from inside, and shouted fiercely: "Demon Dao is killed!" ”

Yu Canghai and his party were mixed in the crowd and quietly touched, their original plan was to take advantage of the thunderstorm to fight with those thousands of people, take advantage of the chaos to take Ren Yingying, if there is a chance, they might as well try the strength of the sword immortal.

But none of them expected that the strength of the sword immortal was far beyond their expectations, and thousands of heroes in the rivers and lakes were pressed to the ground by the thunderstorm alone, and they were beaten and collapsed before they could even hold up a cup of tea, and as a result, after the crowd scattered and fled, they had no crowd cover, so they could only lie on the ground and pretend to be corpses.

Now that the thunderstorm has canceled the ignition, Yu Canghai, who is closest to him, saw the opportunity, and immediately attacked without hesitation, this sword he has been gathering momentum for a long time, it can be said that he has exerted all his strength, the sword light has not yet arrived, the cold murderous aura has pierced the skin of the person who is painful, and a layer of small goosebumps has appeared on the exposed skin.

"Yu Canghai?" A hint of surprise flashed in Thunderstorm's eyes, Yu Canghai had a grudge against himself, it was not strange that he wanted to seek revenge on himself, Thunderstorm was just strange that he was actually mixed up with these Sun Moon God Sect disciples.

However, Yu Canghai is not a good person, if he hides in Qingcheng Mountain, the thunderstorm will not bother to trouble him, but he will send it to the door himself, the thunderstorm will naturally not be polite, he ignored the oncoming sword light, just raised his arm, and pointed to Yu Canghai to refer to the sword: "Yu Canghai, I let you escape last time, this time you take a sword from me!" ”

The congenital formless body-breaking sword qi is formless and substantial, and there is no warning when it is activated, Yu Canghai's impression of the thunderstorm is still half a month ago, and he is extremely afraid of the flying sword that once seriously injured himself and killed more than a dozen disciples in an instant, and most of his body and mind are used to guard against the flying sword.

Therefore, although he saw the action of the thunderstorm, he didn't care when he saw that he didn't take out the flying sword, and it wasn't until the innate formless body-breaking sword qi had arrived in front of him that he instinctively sensed the danger coming, but how could he avoid it at this time?

After a soft pop, the blood splashed at the center of Yu Canghai's eyebrows, and the innate formless body-breaking sword qi easily penetrated the internal force of the body, penetrating directly into the brain from the center of the eyebrows, and then piercing out from the back of the head, bringing up a large canopy of blood flowers, Yu Canghai's eyes still had a terrifying light, but they had completely lost their vitality and fell down like a stone.

At the same time as Yu Canghai launched an attack, Xiang Wentian and the others who were traveling with him also launched an attack to save people, but as soon as they got up, they saw Yu Canghai being pointed to death by the sword immortal from afar, and a group of people were like being splashed with a basin of ice water on their heads in the cold winter Layue, and the whole person was completely stiffened.

That's Yu Canghai, the head of the Qingcheng faction, the first-class master in the rivers and lakes, although there are also superior and inferior first-class masters, at least Yu Canghai is definitely not Xiang Wentian's opponent, but he is definitely much stronger than others.

But it's such a master, he didn't even get close to the sword fairy's side, and he was killed by a finger from afar, and it was as easy as if he had pressed an ant to death, or he was pressed to death in the air, so if he went up in this group, I'm afraid it would only end up with a few more presses, right?

"Let's go!" Xiang Wentian's face was also extremely ugly, looking at Ren Yingying standing beside the thunderstorm, he knew that his group had underestimated the strength of the sword immortal too much, and one wrong step would be a wrong step, now it seems that it is absolutely impossible to save people, and whether he can leave alive or not depends on whether the sword immortal is merciful.

"Let's go? Have you asked the poor Dao's opinion? "Thunderstorm followed the prestige, for him, this is all source power, how can he let them leave.

He raised his arm, and a handleless dagger flew out of his sleeve, flying slowly around his arm like a swimming fish, reflecting a bright glow in the sunlight.

"Flying Sword!" Seeing this well-known weapon, Xiang Wentian's face was bitter, and his heart was full of strong remorse, he could have avoided this trip to the troubled waters, but in order to win over a few helpers to save Ren Xing, he still chose to take the initiative to participate, but now it seems that this step is undoubtedly a big mistake, how can he save him if he is even dead?

It's just that...... There is no regret medicine in this world......