One sword, equal shares!

Ye Lanzhi's secret method is not as good as the Blood Sword.

However, Ye Lanzhi's realm is one level higher, the Netherworld Soul Technique, the Netherworld Ghost Dance, and the long sword in her hand are all in the same vein, and the breath is through, which is enough to exert her power to the extreme. Moreover, it is also a celestial inferior martial art, although the speed of the Netherworld Ghost Dance is not as fast as the Purple Electric Style, but the power of the frontal explosion is far superior to the Purple Electric Style, which purely pursues the ultimate speed.

All the factors are one, and the two of them are in the first confrontation, each taking dozens of steps back, and no one takes advantage.

Ye Lanzhi took a deep breath, her body was like electricity, and the two fought together in an instant.

Whether it is the Blood Sword or the Netherworld Secret Technique, there is a time limit, and it is impossible to always maintain a strong combat power.

And once the time runs out, the secret art will backfire, and the combat power will almost instantly fall to the bottom, facing an ordinary mid-stage martial artist of the Xuandan Realm, he may be able to protect himself, but in the face of each other, such a peerless demon who crosses the level and kills the enemy, like eating and drinking, there is only one way to die.

So for a while, neither of them dared to hesitate at all, and their combat effectiveness was instantly pushed to the extreme.

The blade of the sword is swinging, and the sound of gold and iron is endless.

In an instant, the two of them made thousands of moves, and all kinds of sword skills were swaying freely, vertical and horizontal, and there were almost no flaws.

Even if it is a fleeting flaw, in the face of strong strength and amazing speed, it is impossible to really hit the other party hard.

Suddenly, Ye Lanzhi's figure exploded, but a tyrannical momentum instantly soared to the extreme.

"A sword, I want your life!

With a long roar, the sword light swayed, and large and small black points of light continued to disperse, and the moment they touched the void, the flames suddenly rose from the depths of the black light points, like a black flame, flying through the void. These black fireballs seem to be extremely blazing, but if you feel it carefully, you can feel a cold gloom, and it is extremely strange and melted into the flames.

"It is rumored that there is a supreme fire in the netherworld, fueled by the corpses of living souls, black and cold. ”

Chu Tiance suddenly sounded a passage in the classics, and a touch of shock suddenly rose in his eyes.

The Spirit Slashing Sword stood in front of him, and a sharp and extremely powerful force instantly condensed.

The earth vein sword net swept aside, enveloping the body in an instant, but in the next moment, the blazing and tyrannical earth fire sword light turned into a streamer, like a group of stars and the moon, and a fierce and tyrannical sword intent, which suddenly stirred. The wind helped the fire, the thunder and the fire attacked, and in an instant, Chu Tiance's various understandings of the way of the sword were all integrated into this sword!

"Slash!"

Ye Lanzhi's voice has become like a ghost at some point.

In the roar, the dark fire rain in the sky suddenly converged into a black ball of light, like a round of black scorching sun.

The essence is restrained, this black scorching sun does not have the slightest sword qi to escape, the comet hits the moon, the white rainbow penetrates the sun, and suddenly slashes towards Chu Tiance.

Boom!

The two swords were staggered, Chu Tiance only felt a huge shock all over his body, and the tyrannical sword power penetrated through his body, and in an instant, the breath of the ghostly ghost, like a raging hungry wolf and tiger, kept biting Chu Tiance's flesh and blood and true yuan. The intense pain was accompanied by cruel grinding, quickly consuming Chu Tiance's essence and flesh and bones, and in a moment, the intense pain gradually turned into a kind of empty numbness.

The surging energy fled wildly, like a thunderbolt directly bombarding the middle of the main hall.

The black Netherworld Sun was instantly shattered, and the aftermath of the furious energy, like ten thousand arrows, swept wildly in all directions.

It was as if a majestic mountain was thrown into the center of the lake, and the angry waves swept madly from the center of the circle, and the floor tiles in the main hall were shattered in an instant.

Boom! Boom!

Two loud bangs rang out suddenly, followed by a sound of collapse, and the solid and majestic stone gate pillar stone was cut off in an instant, and the stone gate carved with fine runes fell to the ground with a bang. The puppet that was constantly attacking and killing the disciples of the three sects stagnated at the same time, and then seemed to have lost all its spirituality, and fell to the ground with a bang, with a heavy body and extremely endless smoke and dust, and in an instant, the whole hall was in a mess.

However, in the next moment, the eyes of all the warriors narrowed slightly at the same time.

A bright light seemed to rise from nothingness and instantly stirred.

The absolute darkness dissipated in an instant, and in its place, there was light!

"It turns out that the dark and poisonous magic array in this hall, the formation talisman is on the floor tiles and stone doors at the feet!

"Forcibly smashed? I couldn't do it by leaving a mark on the floor tiles after a series of battles before!"

"It's just a monster, two monsters, the aftermath of the sword qi, can directly destroy the stone gate and the formation talisman!"

The exclamations kept ringing out, and the eyes of the warriors narrowed slightly, as if they could not adapt to the sudden arrival of light.

At this time, in the main hall, there were less than twenty surviving disciples of the three sects.

There are still four people in Qingtian Palace, and there are only five people in Chu Tiance, and there are only six people left in Qingyu Valley.

The two forces had already withdrawn from the main hall, each with their backs to a flame channel, and they did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool. The disciples of the two sects were extremely depressed, especially Mu Jing and Shang Lingquan, who were responsible for most of the defensive tasks in the process of retreating, and they were almost on the verge of running out of oil, and Mu Jing's left arm was slightly drooping, and he was shocked by the shoulder bone that was shattered in the battle.

The disciples of the Netherworld Palace, not counting Ye Lanzhi, there were six people in total, all of them hid in the magic circle and gathered in a corner on the edge of the stone gate.

At the edge of the circle were several broken corpses, with broken tendons and broken heads, and their heads were in different places, which was terrible to see.

The disciples of the Netherworld Temple chose to use the magic circle to hold on and not retreat, not because they didn't want to retreat, but because they couldn't retreat at all.

Their position is too deep, too far away from the Flame Channel, and although Wan Hongxue is also in the middle of the Xuandan Realm, he is good at attacking and killing, fighting for life and death, although he is not afraid of geniuses of the same level such as Ba Tianlei and Ling Hu, but his ability to fight and kill puppets head-on is even slightly inferior to that of Zhi Mujing and Shang Lingquan.

If you risk retreating, it is very likely that you will be completely annihilated along the way, but you will be able to be preserved by arranging a formation.

As the light reappeared and the puppet stagnated, the mind suddenly relaxed, and the seven or eight disciples of the Three Sects could no longer stabilize their bodies and sat down.

A large number of pills, swallowing them without capital, nearly half of the martial artists, and even a few disciples of the Netherworld Palace, directly sat cross-legged and meditated, cooperating with the detoxification pill, and running the true yuan with all their might, in order to be able to dissolve the poisonous mist that had just been inhaled as soon as possible.

At this moment, a person suddenly exclaimed and pointed at Ye Lanzhi from afar.

At this time, Ye Lanzhi, dressed in a black power suit, the black robe that wrapped her body had been turned into countless fragments and scattered all over the ground, and the black veil that covered her face had also quietly drifted away, and even Wan Hongxue, a disciple of the Netherworld Palace, had never seen a face, appeared in front of everyone for the first time.

(End of chapter)