Suddenly such a terrifying evil thing jumped out, which immediately frightened everyone's faces, and even worse, they actually fell directly to the ground.

But after all, it is the Shushan Sword Sect, which is known as the head of the righteous path, and the elders in the sect have their own righteousness in their hearts.

Uncle Wang immediately shouted: "Where is the evil sect crooked, dare to come to the Shushan Sword Sect to be presumptuous." Everyone listened to the order and set up the formation. ”

As soon as the words fell, many Shushan disciples immediately followed behind them, the Zezi generation was outside, and the Qingzi generation was in the middle, each with its own rank. It's just that Uncle Yize was shot away just now, so there was an empty place.

"Jinrong, make up for it!"

Uncle Wang shouted, and Hou Jinrong immediately stood up, and only he could fill the position at this time.

The sword array was mended, each weapon was released, and with a loud shout, it was to face the monster and kill it.

Uncle Wang rushed to the front, in the realm of the sea of qi, the long sword in his hand was flying, as if frost was falling.

"Whew!"

The monster let out a long roar, did not dodge or dodge, and directly raised his hand to meet it. Although it looks like a human being, and the fingers are also slender, the whole body is dark, like skin and bones, and the air-dried chicken feet make people feel cold at first sight.

What's even more terrifying is that the five fingers like chicken claws grabbed the long sword with sword qi directly. Although the flesh and skin were broken in an instant, the swarthy bones inside blocked the sword like steel.

Uncle Wang knew that this sword could no longer be meritorious, and immediately shouted: "Be careful, this monster has extremely hard bones, attacking the seven orifices and abdominal armpits. ”

There are no bones in these places, and it is easier to become the gate of life.

As soon as the voice fell, he saw that the monster was like a tiger pounced on him. Frightened, Uncle Wang hurriedly retreated, but found that the long sword in his hand was only grabbed by the other party and pulled out. Several attempts were to no avail.

At this moment, it is the best choice to give up the weapon, but the sword is here, how can the disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect do such a thing.

Uncle Wang also breathed a sigh of true anger, stopped his body, held the hilt of the sword in his hand, shouted, and pushed the long sword towards the monster's chest. At this time, other Shushan disciples also killed from all directions according to the changes in the sword formation.

"Whew!"

The monster let out a long roar, grabbed the long sword with one hand, so that it could not move an inch, and then dragged the long sword and swept it. It seems that the skin and flesh are shriveled, but the strength is infinite, and he swept out with Uncle Wang, who was holding the sword.

This time, most of the sword moves that came over were according to Uncle Wang, forcing many disciples to change their moves.

In this way, the flaws opened widely, and the monster pounced, like a tiger jumping between the mountains, as fast as lightning, shuttling through the crowd.

"Ah...... Yes...... Ah......h

A burst of screams came, and immediately more than a dozen disciples were injured, and several disciples were directly scratched by the monster and their throats were crushed.

A pair of hands like air-dried chicken feet are like sharp knives at the moment, and the skin and flesh are unstoppable.

It's just that the monster that broke out of the formation did not continue to attack, but kept rolling on the ground with its head in its hands, as if it was in extreme pain, and a burst of horns came out of its mouth.

"Kill again!"

Such an opportunity, how can you let it go. A Zezi disciple shouted, the sword array was formed again, dozens of people danced swords at the same time, and the divine sword was united, like a storm swept in.

"Whew!"

Sensing the danger, the monster let out a long roar, leaped far away, and then took advantage of a huge whirlwind, and the tail made of black bone behind it swept like a long whip.

"Bang bang bang!"

A long sword slashed down, and a crisp sound of collision was heard, and sparks burst out in several places, but the pitch-black bone tail was hard beyond imagination, and it was unharmed at all.

"Ahh

There was another scream, and the black bone tail drove straight in, stabbing a disciple to death like a sharp sword, and then there was a sweep, and the killer turned on his horse.

The situation in front of him was not right, Hou Jinrong jumped up, killed with a sword, and shouted loudly: "There is no retreat from the realm of the sea of qi." ”

This kind of sword formation has limited power, and if it is against ordinary masters, it is naturally useful. But the monster in front of him was invulnerable, and many Qingzi Shushan disciples not only had no effect, but became a burden.

A sword attacked, drove straight in, and killed directly at the front door.

But the monster's speed, strength, and reflexes are beyond imagination, and it moves at will, as if it is an unpredictable prophet, and easily dodges the sword, and then kills it like a madman.

The other Zezi junior uncles immediately joined forces to kill, and the sword qi was pressing, distributing Hou Jinrong from the huge pressure.

But things didn't change substantially, the monster was immensely powerful, agile, claws like blades, and bones harder than metal.

The nine people joining forces can only be said to be blocking, not to mention superiority at all, let alone suppressing.

The battle became more and more intense, and the center of the battlefield kept shifting, rushing to the bottom of the mountain like a whirlwind and clouds, and reaching the top of the mountain like a storm and lightning.

A group of Shushan disciples watched, and many people took out their weapons to help, but helplessly found that they couldn't keep up at all.

"What kind of monster is this, why does the Shushan Sword Sect have such a thing?"

All the Shushan disciples had the same thought in their hearts, and they didn't understand how the Shushan Sword Sect, which was known as the head of the righteous path, could have such evil demons.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, stay away!"

Hou Jinrong roared loudly, at this time he and the eight senior uncles attacked frantically, and they didn't dare to defend at all. In the face of such a monster, defending is equivalent to giving the opponent a chance.

A group of Shushan disciples in front of them ran far away when they heard the voice, and only after the stormy battlefield was far away, did they run out in fear.

"It's ......"

Huang Fuying, who was dressed in white, couldn't help but chase after a few steps, and then stopped, and couldn't help but lose his voice: "Qin Shaofu!"

The monster's movements seemed to be instinctive, and there was no trace of them, but she felt the rhythm of Qin Shaofu's movements. What's more, the appearance of that monster.

It seems that the person stands up, but if you look closely, it is clearly a black tiger that has been burned, and there are blood-colored lines on its body. This is the same as the characteristics of Qin Shaofu's divine martial soul that his fourth emperor brother said.

She didn't know what was going on, but she felt that it was, so she immediately turned around and immediately ran towards the mountain where Qin Shaofu lived.

After she ran away, a figure walked out under the shade of the tree on the side, it was Tang Changjie.

looked at the direction of the monster fight, his eyes were complicated and inexplicable, and then he also ran in the direction of Huang Fuying.

A fierce battle lasted for an hour, and finally came to an end.

Hou Jinrong plus eight uncles are enough to compete with monsters in terms of combat effectiveness, but their physical strength and recovery power are incomparable. It was difficult to support the back, and finally there was a flaw.

The black shadow roared like a tiger, knocking three or four people away at once, killing two or three people, its claws like the hand of death, grabbing Hou Jinrong who was about to be exhausted.

At the last moment, a bird's cry was suddenly heard, and then a sword qi fell from the sky, with great power, forcing the monster back.

Hou Jinrong was immediately overjoyed, and looked back: "Senior Brother Sword Jun!"

A huge luan bird carrying a man in white fluttered over, it was the little sword immortal of the Shushan Sword Sect.