The snow-bright halberd blade was reflected in the eyes of the five elders of Shushan who fell to the ground, like the sickle of death, once it fell, it could take their lives.

The hearts of the five elders of Shushan were full of chagrin!

From the beginning, they should not seal each other into the Lock Demon Tower, but should kill them directly; They should not cultivate to the pure Fa and expel the evil qi.

As a result, it finally caused today's monstrous disaster.

Swish!

The halberd blade fell little by little, and Ming Xiaoyang seemed to want to let these enemies experience more of the pain before they died.

The halberd blade descends very slowly, very slowly!

Qingwei has been with the four junior brothers for many years, and they have a tacit understanding with each other, and they glanced at the four junior brothers behind them out of the corner of their eyes, and the five pairs of old eyes swelled with a hint of determination.

"Sword God!"

With a roar of rage, the extremely injured Qingwei Zhenren suddenly jumped up, urging the last mana in his body and launching the last move of the Shushan Imperial Sword Technique.

At the same time, the four of Heyang, Canggu, Youxuan, and Jingming also launched sword gods one after another!

Sword God!

The strongest move of Shushan Imperial Sword Technique!

Swish!

Under the determination to break the cauldron and sink the boat, the jade and stone were burned, and the broken bodies of the five elders of Shushan surged with boundless sword qi.

Boom! Boom! Boom! ……

The continuous sound of swords sounded, and hundreds of immortal swords of the Shushan disciples in the field flew up, and under the convergence of heaven and earth aura, they condensed into countless lightsabers.

The five elders of Shushan, a decisive blow!

"Big brother!" The evil sword immortal standing a hundred zhang away behind Ming Xiaoyang was shocked when he saw this scene, and he wanted to step forward to help.

Abandoned by his true body, but appeased in the Lock Demon Tower, the Evil Sword Immortal attaches great importance to his two companions.

His body flashed, and he wanted to rush to Ming Xiaoyang's side and fight side by side.

Clang!

Unexpectedly, under the desperate death of the five elders of Shushan, it was no longer something he could compete, but after a few steps forward, he was forced back by the ubiquitous sword shadow.

A black cloth transformed by evil qi shattered inch by inch under the light of the sword.

"Big brother." However, the Evil Sword Immortal didn't care at all, and kept rushing inward, bound to save his brother.

The five elders of Shushan did not hesitate to have no bones, and at the same time urged the sword god, and they were bound to fight to the death with Ming Xiaoyang.

The infinite sword light sealed the sky and the earth, blocking all the radius, leaving no chance to escape.

In front of Ming Xiaoyang, the figures of the five elders of Shushan were like auspicious feathers, gradually turning into light and mist, but in their expressions, there was only a piece of happiness.

"Little evil, step aside." Sensing the evil qi that was frantically impacting from outside this sword world, as well as the trembling of the magic sword that was carried on his back, Ming Xiaoyang spent a divine sense to appease the nightshade hiding in the magic sword, and at the same time transmitted the sound to the evil sword immortal in the outside world.

"With this little gadget, you can't help me!"

Boom!

Before the words fell, a cold and dazzling sword light shot out from the blade of the god and demon battle halberd.

The formless and substantial light penetrates everything, like the bright moon on the sky, sprinkling boundless clear light.

A halberd has become a light source comparable to the bright moon.

The fourth style of the Emperor's Thirteenth Style: The Emperor's Glory is too yin!

Click!

As soon as this move came out, the endless cold aura blocked the heavens and the earth, almost endlessly, completely drowning everything.

Zizizizi!

The blood-flowing Shushan Mountain turned into a piece of ice and snow in an instant, the buildings were frozen, and the corpses turned into ice.

The countless sword lights surrounding Ming Xiaoyang were also frozen in front of this Emperor Ji Yao Shihua Taiyin.

The figures of the five elders of Shushan continued to disappear, condensed in place, and finally became five crystal clear statues.

Through the solid ice, you can still see the faces of the five old people of Shushan led by Qingwei, with a thick unwillingness.

"It's a pity, you want to pull me to the end, it's a good idea, but I overestimate my ability!"

Ming Xiaoyang stood in the ice and snow, and commented with regret.

Among the five elders of Shushan, the highest cultivation of Qingwei is only in the early stage of Tongshen, and the remaining four are all in the late stage of knocking on the sky.

Even if he bursts out with a power that does not belong to him and strikes a decisive blow, it is only equivalent to a heavenly immortal. This ability also wants to deal with a true immortal peak, a half-step Xuan Immortal master.

What a naivety!

Syllable!

Ming Xiaoyang raised the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand and hit the sword ring around him very casually.

Click!

The dense sword circle was invaded by external forces, and clearly visible cracks appeared, constantly shattering.

Even the sharp fairy sword could not be avoided.

Outside the sword circle, thousands of disciples in Shushan were besieged by the demons in the Lock Demon Tower, and there was no one in ten.

Except for Xu Changqing, who was held in Zixuan's arms, among the rest of the disciples, there was not even one who could pick up the beam.

And there are still more than a thousand enemies they have to face, and they are eyeing the disciples of Shushan one by one, eager to eat them into their stomachs.

The disciples of Shushan looked at the sword circle of their own head and the four elders stupidly, and there was still the last glimmer of hope in their hearts:

Perhaps, the head and the elders can turn the tide!

Rumble!

A long sword transformed by the aura of heaven and earth, the sword of the disciples who died in the battle of Shushan, was broken one after another. The huge sword circle, under the invasion of the cold air of Taiyin, turned into a dazzling ice lump.

Eventually, the ice lump collapsed, revealing the figure inside.

Ming Xiaoyang, who was dressed in white and had a handsome and evil spirit, played with the halberd that had lost all the light, and stood on the side casually.

The five elders of Shushan have turned into five crystal monuments, and the cracks in the broken ice have spread to them.

"No!" Eroding by the cold, under Zixuan's conditioning, Xu Changqing, who was half healed from his injuries, woke up.

At first glance, I saw my masters, and cracks appeared up and down Zhou's body, his eyes were round, and he was grief-stricken, almost like a cuckoo crying blood.

Since he was a child, he has been worshipping under the Shushan faction, following the five elders of Shushan, Xu Changqing and the five elders of Shushan are like father and son.

How can you easily accept that your teacher, or even your father, died in front of you like this!

A hand leaned out weakly, and his body struggled violently in Zixuan's arms, wanting to rush forward and save his teacher.

"Changqing, don't go over!" Zixuan hugged Xu Changqing tightly and prevented him from going to death.

Syllable!

In the end, the corpses of the five elders of Shushan, together with the ice on their bodies, turned into pieces of flesh and fell to the ground.

"Ming Xiaoyang, I want you to die!" The last glimmer of hope was shattered, Xu Changqing glared angrily, like a wounded beast, and roared in a low voice.

The voice is full of unforgettable resentment and hatred that cannot be dispersed!

"Totally understood." Ming Xiaoyang agreed, "If you don't want to kill me, that's a joke!" ”

"But with your little ability, I let you have both hands and feet, and you are not my opponent!"

Swish!

Speaking of this, Ming Xiaoyang's eyes swept and looked at the last hundreds of disciples of Shushan who mixed the feelings of fear and hatred.

"Now, I only have one last word, I want to say it to all of you from the Shushan faction!"