Broken bones and remnants give birth to demons, and the ghosts are soaring and shaking the sky.

"Six-winged Yin Wind Demon?"

As soon as he arrived at the battle, Chu Jin snorted coldly, feeling quite surprised: "This thing was born in a place where the extreme yin and wind are transformed, and it has been cultivated for a hundred years, and ordinary three or five Tibetan Void cultivators may not be its opponents." ”

The six-winged Yin Wind Demon was twenty zhang high, the demon wings were tattered, the iron bones were strong, and the terrifying demonic breath seemed to corrode, easily erasing the sword momentum that overwhelmed it.

With a random punch, he flipped several three-vein sword cultivators in the formation aside.

A piercing wail erupted from its bloody mouth, and countless Yin soldiers and ghosts around it condensed, fiercely impacting the sword formation.

"Good fellow, this thing has a demonic aura that is no weaker than the mud worm. ”

Yan Wuyi was quite frightened, and pulled out the spirit sword that originally belonged to the freckled boy on his waist, and slashed at the highly poisonous yin qi that came from these attacks.

When he went up the mountain the previous time, Yan Wuyi had already practiced the beast control technique, and wanted to communicate with the Nasumu mudworm, summoning it to come to the low mountain quickly to wait, so as not to suddenly change it, but found that the ghost thing did not know where to go, and it was difficult to contact it through a trace of its beast spirit.

"Hurry up!"

A fierce roar came from behind him, and when he turned his head to look, this person was also extremely fierce, and his huge body stood proudly behind him like a hill, mercilessly scolding the fearful people.

"Twenty-three and twenty-four are missing, you two quickly make up for it!" The burly cultivator's face turned pale, waving the nine-meter spirit flag in his hand, mobilizing the disciples who came to reinforce the sword position.

This person knew the sword formation very well, and after some arrangement and filling in the formation, he actually stabilized the formation.

But when he saw Yan Wuyi and the others, he couldn't help frowning slightly, not only his face was tight, but his strength was even weaker, and he didn't know who sent him to death, so he kindly reminded him: "Use your sword to pierce your energy, borrow each other's strength, don't accidentally miss your life." ”

"Yes!"

Yan Wuyi looked like the other sword cultivators, and took Chu Jin to fill the vacancy in the sword formation.

This burly warrior has a lot of strength, and he is surrounded by sword cultivators, if he accidentally exposes his body, he may fall into a desperate situation.

Only in the middle of the formation did he realize the mystery of this sword formation, and the sword cultivator in the rear pondered the secret of the sword and turned into qi, and moved with his sword split, hindering the yin momentum in the sky.

Ten zhang ahead, a cultivator wearing iron armor and a golden helmet on his head swung his sword to resist, resisting the tall and ugly earth spirit of the ghost, killing the four sides and shaking the battle armor.

The closest to the ancient tower were three powerful sword cultivators, all of whom had hidden void cultivation, involving the demonic six-winged Yin Wind Demon.

The three of them showed their own magical powers, and the spirit sword in their hands splashed with dazzling sword light, and the vast sword intent was like wind and snow, resisting the fierce ghost and poisonous spirits around them.

"The third master is so strong in sword intent!" A sword cultivator beside him had a scorching light in his eyes, staring intently at the jade-crowned sword cultivator Chang Huaixun who was holding a white sword.

Most of the Western Formation were cultivators of the Cold Light Sword Pavilion of Tianmu Peak, so the three Hidden Void powerhouses who fought against the Six-Winged Yin Wind Demon were none other than the three great sword masters of the Cold Light Pavilion.

"The second master's broken rain sword technique is also mysterious, dancing like a dance, the rain destroys the demon's breath, and it actually slashes the six-winged yin wind demon and retreats again and again. Another monk said with emotion that he was talking about the only female cultivator among the three.

The red robe is like blood, the sword is sharp, Yuan Hanyi's charming face seems to be stained with a trace of blood, the sword is like a dragon and snake, piercing the sky, Hehe Lingyuan and the cold rain sword intent are blended, extremely strong.

The rest of the gray-clothed powerhouses with a vague breath were cold and cold, and their slender bodies were elegant and agile, not using sword intent, but killing the Yin soldiers with great force, and the wind slammed into the sky.

The three of them worked together to kill the demons, the sword was fierce, and the tricks were repeated.

"Oops!"

Someone shouted, and when Yan Wuyi and Chu Ji heard this, they saw that a group of brutal Yin soldiers rushed into the edge of the sword formation.

This Yin soldier ghost spirit was like a spiritual spirit, as if he sensed that the sword on Yan Wuyi's side was slightly weaker, so he twisted his illusory body and grabbed it.

"Where did the six-trick martial artist come from, it's really a blood mold. The black-clothed horse-faced warrior beside him cursed, wondering why these filthy things were only attacking this side, and when he raised his eyes, he happened to see Yan Wuyi, who had only passed six tricks.

"Blue Cloud Robe, Nebula Sword?"

"These two boys turned out to be disciples of the Great Luo Sword Pavilion. The sharp-eyed man said in surprise.

The two of them immediately attracted a burst of verbal criticism, and they were cursed one after another by the cultivators of the Cold Light Sword Pavilion.

Yan Wuyi and Chu Jin smiled helplessly, it was too late to retreat, so they had to bite the bullet and kill the Yin soldiers.

For a moment, the sword qi roared, and the spiritual power exploded, and the thirty or so sword cultivators on this side fought with the terrifying Yin Momentum Ghost Shadow, and the formation also leaked.

Sensing the abnormality here, hundreds of ghostly shadows and yin spirits drilled out of the blood mist, Dao Dao cave eyes and claws, skin and bones exposed, and there were also demon beasts and ghosts as high as three or four meters, and the dark light burst out from the ghost claws and fangs, and attacked and killed everyone.

"Bang Bang ......"

Yan Wuyi slashed with his sword, his strength was violently raised, and the poor words of everyone stimulated the fighting intent in his heart, and a bloodthirsty intent erupted, making the cultivators who were fighting fiercely around him look sideways.

"Dogs look down on people!" Chu Jin grinned, mercilessly mocking the many cultivators who looked down on Yan Wuyi.

"It's just a little bit of a ghost soldier, I'll leave it to you to arrange. ”

But he didn't dare to reveal the identity of the soul clan easily, so he could only follow Yan Wuyi and hold a sword to avoid the situation.

The hegemony of the sword directly smashed the terrifying ghost that rushed in the face, and the latter turned into a black mist and dissipated, and it was the sword turning into a dragon and snake, accompanied by an air explosion, and the spear-wielding Yin soldiers who were bullied around him were destroyed!

Although the Yin soldiers are fierce, their combat power is not strong, and the terrible thing is that it is difficult to kill.

"This person is really a six-trick martial artist?"

"Great ingenuity, although he does not cultivate the trick of the sword, but he uses the power of the sword extremely skillfully. ”

The rest of the cultivators who were in charge of the sword formation stayed out of the matter, and they saw it most intuitively, and the young man who was indiscriminately blamed by everyone in the previous moment was now full of might, and instantly slashed out more than a dozen fierce Yin Ghosts.

The sword has a sword shape, the formation has a position, one side is hit, but the other parties must not be chaotic, otherwise the sword formation will collapse, and the casualties will be greater.

"Where is the power of the sword that this kid makes...... "There are people who are good at cultivating and taking a closer look, and they know that Yan Wuyi's sword slashing momentum is just a strange force.

The burly warrior waving the flag stared at it even more, secretly admiring the bravery of the young man.

Yan Wuyi became more and more fierce the more he fought, and the sixth qi poured out, moistening his whole body, and the meridians, blood and bones transformed into wisps of pure power, and with the spirit sword in his hand, he slashed horizontally, slashing out the yin momentum.

"Beware!"

The burly warrior drank it clearly, his spiritual sense had been paying attention to the battlefield with monstrous yin qi, and suddenly noticed an extremely dangerous demonic breath devouring towards Yan Wuyi's body of battle.

"Where did the one-eyed thing come from?"

Yan Wuyi felt bad, and looked at the sudden revelation of a demonic ghost in the blood-colored mist, only to realize that he was too strong.

This thing is hideous and terrifying, the five-meter ghost body hangs off the ground, the fangs are bloody, and the thick ghost arm that seems to be encircling seems to contain ten thousand fierce forces.

"Bang!"

The sound of the air explosion that tore through the sky was shocking, and the ghost thing smelled the breath of the person, and raised its claws to bombard, and the strange killing momentum was like an iron palm print, extremely domineering.

When the claws were on the top of his head, Yan Wuyi urged the qi to follow the pulse, penetrated the feet, and suddenly gathered momentum, and bounced away in an instant, like the wind.

Chasing the light and rushing to the sky.

"I knew I didn't pay attention to the abuse of these birdmen, and now I'm in trouble with such a ghost. ”

Yan Wuyi looked around bitterly, and found that Chu Jin, who had been following him, had already avoided it far away, and couldn't help but slander in his heart, and then burst back a few steps.

The spirit sword slashed indiscriminately, and in an instant, the blood mist filled the shadow, and a pungent bloody aura dispersed.

Suddenly, the ghosts scattered, and hundreds of demons and ghosts were gathered to strangle again, and the crisis suddenly appeared!

Everything came quickly, and the sword cultivators who were struggling with the Yin soldiers in all directions had not yet reacted, and Yan Wuyi had already fought with the ghosts.

Yan Wuyi hurriedly condensed his thoughts, urged the green pupils to be powerful, and the eyes of the void suddenly appeared, seeing the deadly blow of the ghost thing really, looking for traces and avoiding it.

Then he climbed his feet, if he stepped away from the purple scales, he floated with silver and horses, twisted and bent his body, avoided the killing yin momentum of several sharp swords, and slapped the ground again, walking with his hands, ten steps in an instant.

The ghost's black claws swept over, and its bloody eyes looked straight at it.

"Good chance!"

Yan Wuyi had the wit to dodge, and then stepped on his claws and climbed up, and the two fingers of his right hand gathered his strength and shot decisively!

"Boom!"

The energy burst out violently, directly injuring the big eyes of the ghost thing, and the blood mist flew in an instant, and the wail vibrose.

With the help of the chaotic elephant, he jumped ten feet away, and finally avoided the killing machine.