The wind is raging!

Countless unjust souls were sucked into the magic sword, and the hellish picture gradually disappeared, but the temperature around them rose in a straight line, and with this high temperature was an icy chill! It was a substantial killing intent, and after pulling out the magic sword, a powerful killing intent immediately surged up in Zhao Futu's heart! The blood-red pupils were flowing with a strange purple glow, and the body of the magic sword trembled slightly, as if it was cheering!

- "Magic Sword Technique!" Blade Wind !! ”

Countless wind blades were born from the void and turned into sharp blades in the sky and slashed towards the Elder Transmission Gong!

The ground was cut by the invisible wind blade, and in an instant, hundreds of cracks up to a zhang long appeared, and a series of dull explosions were emitted in front of the Elder Chuangong, which was a sonic boom caused by the wind blade slashing at the body protection qi. Although there were countless wind blades in front of him, there was a hint of relief on Elder Chuangong's face, if it was just this level of attack, it would not be enough to break through his protective qi.

- "Magic Sword Technique!" Thunderbolt !! ”

Immediately after the wind blade in the sky, the sky suddenly became cloudy, and rolling thunder fell!

The power of this blow was even greater than just now, and it had even triggered the operation of the surrounding weather, and the electric snake thunder raged in this area, but the targets of the attack were not all the elders of the Gong Transmission, but more like a aimless bombardment everywhere! This thunderbolt slashed down on the ground, and immediately a spark of electricity appeared, as if it was triggering something.

- "Magic Sword Technique!" Blazing Flame!! ”

Wisps of flame emerged from the ground, and then turned into raging flames, roasting the surrounding rocks red.

The flames seemed to be endless, burning faster and faster, and even rising into the air, and the dark clouds in the sky did not know when they turned into a reddish fiery cloud, as if the flames on the ground had also burned the sky red. Thunder fell into the flames, and immediately there was a crackling explosion, and then more and more violent energy surged out.

This time.

Elder Chuangong has finally changed.

Because he found that his Heavenly Sword Technique seemed to be greatly reduced, and all the attacks fell in front of the enemy's eyes, and they were immediately blocked by a layer of invisible energy shield, and they couldn't break through the opponent's defenses at all. The operation of the surrounding heaven and earth vitality has also become extremely difficult and obscure, as if an invisible force has imprisoned the surrounding aura. And after the enemy's three consecutive skills, the surrounding aura suddenly became extremely violent, as if it was impossible to control it at all!

- "Sword God! ”

Without hesitation, Elder Chuangong once again used his strongest move!

Although the surrounding aura is imprisoned, the sword god's move belongs to the power of summoning the gods, and it will not be affected by the aura. The Shushan faction has been worshipping this wisp of the ancestor of the mountain for nearly a thousand years with the power of incense, and the power contained in it is not weaker than some top immortal arts.

This time.

The sword god summoned by Elder Chuangong looked even more staring, and two golden lights burst out from those eyes, piercing Zhao Futu's pupils like sharp swords. Although the phantom of the sword god has not yet made a move, its momentum is even stronger than before, and his whole person seems to be an indestructible sword, but it just emerges and exudes a chill!

But Zhao Futu's eyes were still deep and dark, as if he didn't care about that sharp gaze at all.

He slowly raised his magic sword.

He slowly raised his magic sword and slashed at the enemy in front of him!

Without the slightest fancy sword slash.

But at this moment, as if the space was torn apart, everything froze, and an incomparably deep darkness emerged from the air, and all the thunder, fire, and wind blades disappeared without a trace in an instant!

- "Magic Sword Technique!" Streamer Kills Immortals!! ”

The figure of the Elder of the Transmission Gong froze, and then a great sense of fear struck.

The phantom of the sword god behind him suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a white sword qi in those eyes, which was different from the last time when he disappeared after making a move casually, the phantom of the sword god suddenly opened his hair, and he summoned ten thousand sword lights from the void with a loud shout, and then fused these ten thousand sword lights into one, and suddenly waved his hand to hold the flying sword in the hand of the elder of the Gong Transmission Sect. When Zhao Futu slashed down with a sword, the phantom of the sword god suddenly swooped down, and suddenly passed over the Elder Chuangong, and greeted him with his sword!

- "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!" ”

Sonorous!

The magic sword in Zhao Futu's hand trembled, and then he squirted a mouthful of blood on his back and flew out directly.

The phantom of the sword god also turned into a heavenly light and shattered after an instantaneous confrontation, and the residual sword qi penetrated the phantom of the sword god, knocking the figure of the elder of the transmission into the air, and a large area of blood also spurted out in mid-air. Under the shadow of the sword like a streamer, there was no way for the Elder to dodge at all, and the surrounding body protection qi also collapsed in an instant!

Boom!

Zhao Futu stood up slowly with the demon sword in one hand.

However, the Elder Chuangong struggled with difficulty, and then stood up with a face like gold paper.

"Oops!"

Elder Chuangong's face was pale, and he muttered, "The divine thoughts left by the ancestor have been shattered, and it is impossible to summon the sword god again for hundreds of years!" ”

The Shushan faction has enshrined this wisp of divine thought for thousands of years, which has the power of the sword god's move now.

But now that the sword god's divine thoughts have been shattered by Zhao Futu, thousands of years of incense offerings have turned into flowing water, at least for hundreds of years, no one in the Shushan faction can use the trick of summoning the sword god.

Such a loss is even comparable to the Lost Demon Sword!

Elder Chuangong slowly raised his head, his eyes were complicated and full of hatred to look at Zhao Futu, although the other party was also not lightly injured, but the demonic qi around him was still very strong.

Grab the bull by the horns!

Elder Chuangong swallowed a pill of pill, and then flew up and rushed towards the outside of Buzhou Mountain.

At this time, he was not Zhao Futu's opponent at all, and the injuries on his body were already very serious, but the other party could use the power of the magic sword to explode continuously!

If you want to deal with him, I'm afraid you have to borrow the Demon Suppression Sword from the master!

At this time.

Elder Chuangong already had a general understanding of the power of the magic sword, and that sword was definitely a treasure of the same level as the Zhenshan Demon Sword of the Shushan Sect! The Demon Suppression Sword is the sword of Feipeng, the first god general in the heavenly realm, and even in the heavenly realm, it is a first-class artifact. But the magic sword in front of him didn't know where it came from, and it was actually not weaker than the demon suppression sword in terms of power!

Where the hell did they find this sword?

No way!

The power of this sword is simply too great.

Moreover, there is such a heavy resentment and demonic qi on the sword, if it is allowed to wander into the world, I don't know how much bloody rain it will cause.

It seems that you have to go back to the mountain and ask the senior brother in charge to go out of the customs!

Such a magic sword must be sealed in Shu Mountain, otherwise I don't know how many people will die under this sword!

………………

Elder Chuangong retreated, and Zhao Futu did not pursue.

When the figure of the Elder Chuangong had disappeared into the distance, he froze and fell to one knee on the ground with a thud.

His face instantly turned dead to ashes!

The figure of the maiden paladin didn't know when it appeared, when she saw the magic sword in Zhao Futu's hand, and his dead face, the expression on her face was resolute, and she didn't hesitate to slash her wrist on the magic sword, and a bloodstain appeared. Like a greedy beast, the body of the magic sword was rapidly absorbing blood, and the face of the maiden paladin became more and more pale, and the original pretty face became more and more haggard.

On the contrary, the qi on Zhao Futu's face began to recover little by little, and there was even a faint hint of ruddyness.

Thump!

The figure of the maiden paladin shook and suddenly fell to the ground in a languishing state.

Zhao Futu opened his eyes suddenly, and quickly reached out to grab the swaying body of the maiden paladin, her aura had become very weak!

Even the breath became as thin as a gossamer.

"Charlena!?"

Zhao Futu quickly took out a bottle of recovery medicine and poured it into her mouth, but her qi did not improve in the slightest.

When he checked the page of the Maiden Paladin's genus, he suddenly found that he didn't know when Charena's upper limit of health had changed from thousands to only a dozen points, and the recovery potion he used had lost its effect at all. At the same time, on her genus xìng page, there is also an additional [jīng blood depletion] near-death state, and all genera xìng are directly lowered by 90!

"Hold on!"

Zhao Futu lowered his head and stroked the pale face of the maiden paladin, and muttered, "You can return to the space soon!" ”

"Gotta hold on!"

As if hearing Zhao Futu's voice, the maiden paladin opened her eyes with difficulty, she opened her mouth to say something, but there was no sound at all.

She smiled with difficulty, and raised her hand to caress Zhao Futu's emaciated face.

But she was so weak that it was so difficult to even lift her hand!

"It's okay!"

Zhao Futu's voice didn't know when there was a hint of trilling, and he held the hands of the maiden paladin tightly, tightly, tightly. "It's fine. We'll be back right away. ”

Minutes and seconds passed.

Zhao Futu had never felt that time was so difficult!

Although there was only less than half an hour left before returning to the nightmare space, the fainter and fainter aura of the maiden paladin also tugged at his whole heart.

"Hold on!"

Zhao Futu's palm overflowed with a trace of blood, and his eyes were full of dense bloodshots, looking like a demon in hell! He looked at the young paladin in front of him, whose breathing gradually stopped, and an unprecedented sense of powerlessness enveloped him.

Even, accompanied by a terrible hope of destroying everything!

………………

"You want to save her?"

A faint voice came from a distance, as if it might die at any moment.