After speaking, many disciples of Mingquan Snow Mountain couldn't help but get excited, they had never been able to help the people of Youling Snow Mountain before, but now they actually sent them to the door to find death, even if they killed this family, what could Youling Snow Mountain and their peak master say!

"Everybody killed him. The disciple of Mingquan Snow Mountain shouted.

Chu Tianjiao looked at the disciples with excitement on their faces, their faces expressionless, their eyes still bloodthirsty and scarlet, and walked forward.

"Stop, Chu Tianjiao, leave you a whole corpse. The disciple of Mingquan Snow Mountain shouted, holding a weapon and standing in front, with the intention of intercepting and killing Chu Tianjiao.

"Those who stand in my way......" Staring at these disciples of Mingquan Snow Mountain, the long sword in Chu Tianjiao's hand, the cold light flashed, pointing ahead, "The sword is pointing, blood stains the heaven and earth!"

The voice was not loud, but it was a word with a dignified killing intent, which instantly filled the hearts of many disciples of Mingquan Snow Mountain, making them feel that they couldn't help but shudder.

It's just that soon they thought it was too funny, this is Mingquan Snow Mountain, are they still afraid that a half-grown teenager will not be able to ...... Today they want him to die. They want to see how this neurotic is pointed, and the blood stains the heavens and the earth.

"Hmph, who do you think you are? It's so arrogant, I'm afraid you won't even be able to point out the blade......" The disciple of Youming Spring Snow Mountain couldn't stand it, stared at him, and roared angrily.

This roaring cultivator stood up with a weapon in his hand, but before he finished speaking, he felt a cold breath cross his neck, and his eyes watched his head and neck move in disbelief at that moment, blood poured into the column, and his eyes widened the boss's breath.

Seeing that another disciple of Fengmen was killed by Chu Tianjiao, these people were completely furious, and many people burst into shouts, "Everyone go up together, don't be afraid of him ......"

A group of people slammed down on Chu Tianjiao, and the weapons in their hands were radiant, surging with the power of artistic conception on their bodies.

Chu Tianjiao's eyes were scarlet, his face was expressionless, and he walked forward step by step, his hand exuding a cold light, and the long sword with blood dripping from the tip of the sword slashed at a tricky angle as his wrist flipped.

Ahhh

The cold light flashed, and the screams were repeated.

The bluestone-paved steps are a shocking red color of blood.

The long sword in Chu Tianjiao's hand was sharp, and the weapons of many disciples of Mingquan Snow Mountain couldn't get close to his body at all, and those weapons that were lucky enough to get close all made a crisp cracking sound when they were handed over to the long sword in Chu Tianjiao's hand.

Looking at the long sword in Chu Tianjiao's hand, many people were afraid, and they felt a cold aura spreading silently on their bodies.

The neuropathy in front of him is so bloody and ferocious that killing them is like crushing an ant to death, and besides, the neuropathy in front of him seems to kill a person, and he doesn't even have an expression.

It was a kind of cold eyes that were cold to the bones, making people palpitate and be frightened.

They felt that the nerve in front of them was enchanted.

Chu Tianjiao didn't pay attention to everyone's heart palpitations, watching him keep retreating, and the pace of progress was still steady, step by step.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his heart, that is, to kill Mu Long and a group of other people, and no one could stop him.

These disciples of the Mingquan Snow Mountain in front of them, since they dared to stop themselves, the sword blade passed, and the blood stained the heavens and the earth.

The long sword emitted a glittering cold light, and these second-class cultivators who had not yet set foot in the Transformation of Gods could not be spared at all, even those disciples of the Transformation Gods had to avoid the edge for the time being.

Unfortunately, they reacted and became a headless corpse on the steps.

The living disciple finally couldn't stand this terrible oppression, and hurriedly spoke up, and said in fear, "The long sword in the hand of this neuropathy is too sharp to be sharpened......

Chu Tianjiao took a step, and with each step, the long sword in his hand swung once.

One man, one sword.

Everywhere he passed, blood was like a pillar.

Many disciples of Mingquan Snow Mountain kept retreating, looking at the bloody path under Chu Tianjiao's feet in shock, and their timid bodies trembled.

Seeing that the disciples on his side were scared, the disciples of the God Transformation Realm hurriedly shouted, "Don't panic, set up the formation." ”

Hundreds of disciples of the Second Great Cultivation Realm and dozens of disciples of the Transformation God Realm instantly staggered the weapons in their hands.

With Chu Tianjiao as the center, the space within a radius of more than ten zhang was occupied by all kinds of true qi, and a terrifying aura emerged.

One of the spears, like an arrow off the string, slammed to the ground, mixed with huge power, and pierced Chu Tianjiao's head, with the posture of killing him with a headshot.

Looking at the spear that contained a terrifying aura spreading, Chu Tianjiao didn't care, the long sword that exuded cold light in his hand swung violently, and slashed towards the spear that was as fast as a meteor catching the moon.

Sonorous!

A crisp sound sounded, and the spear was instantly cut in two and fell to the ground.

"Change formation, change shape, change shadow!" Seeing that a single blow failed to hurt Chu Tianjiao, a disciple shouted.

In an instant, the weapons in the hands of hundreds of people were injected with a terrifying force, shooting towards Chu Tianjiao, vowing to kill Chu Tianjiao into meat sauce.

In normal times, even if Chu Tianjiao was at the eighth level, he might feel difficult in the face of the attack of one of these weapons, but now, with the long sword in his hand, there was a sense of mystery in his soul, and Chu Tianjiao was fearless on his face.

Poof!

The glittering sharp sword in his hand slashed through an afterimage, and the weapons that came were divided only heard the sound of sonorous landing.

They couldn't understand and imagine that Chu Tianjiao, a neurotic, had actually increased his strength tenfold because of the sharp long sword in his hand.

"It's really damned!" many disciples of Mingquan Snow Mountain scolded angrily.

Although they were shocked and kept retreating backwards, they joined forces again, drove the weapons in their hands, and kept flying towards Chu Tianjiao, killing him.

In their opinion, with this sharp long sword, Chu Tianjiao will always have a time of negligence, and once he is negligent, he will definitely be able to kill Chu Tianjiao.

Chu Tianjiao really didn't have such a fast speed, after all, his own strength was only at the eighth level, and he couldn't be so fast that he could cut off all the weapons in close range every time.

But this does not mean that Chu Tianjiao has no means to break such an unfavorable situation.

Chu Tianjiao's speed increased dramatically, and the long sword in his hand flashed with cold light, one person and one sword, and rushed into the formation arranged by many disciples of Mingquan Snow Mountain.

Seeing this, many disciples of Mingquan Snow Mountain suddenly changed their formations, wanting to stop Chu Tianjiao.

It's just that the long sword that exudes cold light in Chu Tianjiao's hand is invincible, and anything that stands in the way is split in two, and those disciples who want to block Chu Tianjiao only feel that their bodies are cold, and they are born in two, their eyes widen, and they fall unwillingly in a pool of blood.