The poisonous royal bee and Sun Xi have the same heart, and the natal flying sword of the sacrifice is similar, the flying sword is damaged, its owner will hurt the heart, and the poison is damaged, which is the same reason.

At the moment when the poisonous queen bee was pierced, Sun Xi couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, his expression became pale, and he looked at the blue-shirted young man opposite with some horror, completely unaware of what had just happened.

Sikong Chanyue, who was watching the battle in the dark, couldn't help but show a meaningful smile on the corner of her mouth.

Zhang Liang was actually a little surprised when he pierced the poisonous royal bee, what he had just used was the move that Lu Xiaoling had used in front of him. When the Decay He Sword Technique reached the second layer, he mastered this method, and although it was only a short breath, the effect was extremely huge.

The gray light shrouded the poisonous queen bee's body, causing its body to pause for a moment, and it was at that time that Zhang Liang took the opportunity to pierce its body.

"You two, what a piece of rubbish!"

At this time, the yellow-shirted man who came out of the formation of the Seven Star Disk couldn't help but snort coldly, his cultivation was the strongest among the three.

"Ma Su, what do you mean by that?!"

Zhou Tai snorted dissatisfiedly, the other party was trapped by the other party's formation at the beginning, and now he was actually in the mood to laugh at him and Sun Xi.

Ma Su, the man in the yellow shirt, did not respond to Zhou Tai, but instead looked at Zhang Liang's body, and said with a gloomy face: "Boy, although your strength is not weak, after all, you are a cultivator in the foundation building period, even if the swordsmanship is unique, if you cultivate it, you are still a waste!"

Zhou Tai and Sun Xi glanced at each other, but they understood what Ma Su meant, he was not allowed to use poison, and he wanted to suppress the other party with pure cultivation.

Zhang Liang's heart sank.

This Ma Su, although it is very obscene, but it is thoughtful, he can see that Zhang Liang's swordsmanship is not bad, but his cultivation is still in the seventh layer of the foundation, which is his shortcoming.

"Die!"

Ma Su, who had been trapped for a while, had already become murderous, and after taking out a big knife from the storage bag, he rushed straight to Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang was not panicked, although he was not as good as Ma Su in terms of cultivation, but because he had the memory fragments of the Zhuxian World, he far surpassed him in terms of knowledge and combat experience.

These things are also very important in the process of fighting.

The big sword is a weapon that is not common in the cultivation world, and more monks like to use swords, after all, the names of Wanjian Mountain and Wuliang Mountain are very loud, and both factions are great kendo factions, and to a certain extent, they have also influenced many young people.

Ma Su's broadsword is full of power, if you really want to talk about cultivation, his true qi in the Jindan period will crush Zhang Liang in the seventh layer of the foundation building period in terms of quantity, besides, after reaching the Jindan stage, a golden pill will be formed in the monk's body, and in this process, the body will be strengthened once.

This kind of strengthening has raised the monk's physique to a great level, so it is often said that the difference between the Jindan period and the foundation building period is not just as simple as being able to fly with a sword.

Zhang Liang pinched the trick with his left hand, and stabbed the spirit sword towards the weak point of the big sword, and the blue flying sword in his hand seemed to feel the determination of the master, buzzing.

'Ding!'

With a crisp sound, the flying sword stabbed three inches into the broadsword, changing its trajectory a bit.

Ma Su took a big knife and slashed at the rock next to him, and with a bang, the rock that was a man tall was split into pieces.

"Stinky boy, I think you can hide a few times!"

Ma Su shouted angrily, raised his knife, and slashed towards Zhang Liang again, but this time it was three stabs in a very short period of time, and the knife was fatal.

Zhang Liang had already reacted in advance when he took out the knife, and while his body moved, he stabbed towards the flaws on the other party's body.

'Shhh

The flying sword slashed across Ma Su's left shoulder, leaving a three-inch-long gash on it, and blood gradually seeped out, staining his clothes with a trail of blood.

For Zhang Liang, it is not difficult to find Ma Su's flaws, but it is a lot more difficult for him to guard against the opponent's big knife while making a move. Therefore, he could only make a small opening, and if his cultivation advanced one level further, he would be able to remove one of the opponent's arms just now.

Ma Su also seemed to realize the difficulty of the other party, he didn't expect that he would be stabbed by a guy who built the seventh layer of the foundation. Enraged, he took out a small blue snake from his arms, then stretched out his index finger and let it bite.

"It's... Ma Su is also desperate!"

Zhou Tai couldn't help but mutter, he knew the little blue snake, this is the killer weapon of the other party, called the Spirit Devouring Snake, which can absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to practice.

Its most precious thing is that it can be fed with the blood of its owner through a special feeding method, which is used to stimulate the monk's potential and make him fall into a state of madness for a period of time.

After being bitten by the little blue snake, Ma Su couldn't help but roar angrily, his eyes became extremely red, exuding a bloodthirsty light, as if he had fallen into a demon.

Zhang Liang's eyes froze, he didn't expect that this Poison God Valley would have such a peculiar Dao method, which was worthy of being a force that both good and evil wanted to woo.

After becoming crazy, Ma Su's actions became a lot faster, and the big knife in his hand slashed out six swords one after another, enveloping Zhang Liang in it.

Sikong Chanyue was a little hesitant, not knowing whether to make a move, now that man in yellow shirt, I'm afraid that his strength is already comparable to that of a monk in the middle of Jindan, if she doesn't make a move, that kid from Wanjian Mountain should be in danger.

However, Zhang Liang's reaction made her stop the raised palm abruptly.

I saw Zhang Liang's left hand quickly pinching the trick, brushing it off the sword body violently, a gray light gradually emerged, he slowly let go of the long sword in his hand, and the palm of his hand suddenly pushed, and the long sword roared out.

At the same time, he couldn't help but whisper softly in his mouth: "Reverse yin and yang!"

The blue flying sword turned into a long rainbow, and in an instant, it approached the six sword rays, and the breath of time gradually flowed, and the sword rays became much darker.

"This means... Wanjian Mountain is indeed not simple!"

Sikong Chanyue muttered softly, in the dense forest outside Yanzhou City before, she had seen the means that could affect the years, and now she saw it again, although it was much weaker than last time, she was still surprised.

This is only the cultivation of the seventh layer of the foundation, if it is the cultivation of the Jindan period, or even the Yuan Infant stage and the True God stage, this feeling will probably be even more obvious.

In an instant, the flying sword had shattered the blade.

At this time, a blue-shirted figure had rushed forward at some point, re-grasping the hilt of the flying sword, the cold light crossed, and between Ma Su's throat, there was a slender opening, and then, blood gushed out, and he fell to the ground unwillingly.

Zhou Tai and Sun Xi were shocked.

At this time, they didn't care about the Ten Thousand Poison Soul Devouring Bow, they just wanted to fly away in the sky.

However, the two of them suddenly noticed that a sharp blade in the shape of a crescent moon appeared in front of them at some point, and then whistled past, piercing their chests fiercely. 8)