The horizontal sword of Wanzhongluan was in front, spurting out a mouthful of essence blood, and he sighed slightly, "Ten thousand mountains and mountains are stacked on top of each other, up!" I saw that in the sky, a peak rose out of thin air, and then another, one after another, and it was already connected in a short time, which was quite continuous.

These thousands of mountains are stacked on top of each other in the sky above the peaks of the peaks, which looks magnificent and magnificent, but compared to the thunder and sword rain, it is much worse. Before the mountains and mountains were fully unfolded, endless thunder and sword rain enveloped the peaks.

In the sky, the electric snake swam and flickered, entwining the peaks and mountains, and bursts of thunder continued to sound, as if the thunder god was roaring in it. Under the power of such thunder, the peaks and mountains fell and turned into ruins, and after a few breaths, the mountains and mountains rippled like the wind across the lake, and they were already crumbling.

Wan Chongluan's body shook, and his clear face turned pale and pale, already supporting himself, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

Now he is the only one in the entire Wanshan Sect who can resist this thunder and sword rain, if he doesn't stand up, then the thousands of disciples below will be slaughtered, which is unbearable for the master of a sect.

Wan Qianqiu on the side saw it in his eyes, anxious in his heart, but there was nothing he could do for a while. Although his cultivation is a cut above Wan Chongluan, he has no weapon that can compete with the other party, but the other party has "blazing sun" and "thunder and sword rain".

The thunder and sword rain poured in the sky, the peaks of the mountains and mountains were crumbling, and the rumbling sound continued to spread to the earth below, shaking the ground slightly. On the top of the peaks, the disciples of the Wanshan Sect were either stunned or frightened, as if they had come to the end of the world.

Under the rain of swords, except for the peaks of the peaks, the surrounding peaks were already in ruins, turning into a sea of thunder, surrounding the Wanshan Sect to the death, and in this way, the last hope of the Wanshan Sect to escape was also stifled.

In the desperate situation, there were many disciples who desperately broke through, but as soon as they entered the sea of thunder, they turned into ashes in an instant, and no one dared to take a step beyond the thunder pond so far, so they could only pin their hopes on the sect master Wan Chongluan above. It's just that everyone understands that when the mountains above collapse and disperse, it will be the time when the Wanshan Sect will be destroyed.

Zheng!

A round of scorching sun ignited from the sky, and the rolling heat wave suddenly spread out, and everyone's hair was slightly curled. When Wan Qianqiu saw it, he shouted and scolded: "Ai Zhan, you are too shameless!

The shouting and scolding was soon drowned out by the dazzling light, the scorching sun fell straight down, falling into the peaks and peaks of the ten thousand mountains, and with a bang, everyone's hearts were as if they were hit by a heavy hammer.

Burst!

Wan Chongluan spurted out three mouthfuls of blood in a row, his face was like gold paper, and the whole person fell down weakly, the "Blue Sea Blade" in his hand screamed, and the green sword body lost its luster like a cloudy dust, and became like rotten wood in the blink of an eye.

Wan Qianqiu was frightened, his eyes were quick, and he scooped up the fallen Wanzhongluan, and before he had time to check the injury, when he raised his head, the domineering and destructive sea of thunder and blazing sun fireworks above his head rushed straight down, and his heart suddenly became sad, and he screamed: "The Wanshan Sect is dead!"

However, at this moment, in the endless sea of thunder and fireworks, an old unicorn pulled a dilapidated carriage appeared out of thin air, like a leisurely walk, through the sea of thunder and fireworks, rolling up thousands of autumns and thousands of mountains, and then disappeared, the whole process was just a blink of an eye, but the three Ling Ri above were dumbfounded.

They know the power of the blazing sun and the thunder sword rain best, and now someone can save people under the combined attack of the two divine soldiers, which is too amazing.

But what shocked them even more was yet to come.

A sloppy old man in tattered clothes ran over from the sky scolding, "Damn Lao Wang, leave me alone again, let Lao Tzu run away, don't let Lao Tzu catch him, otherwise you will be cramped and skinned!"

The scolding is vulgar, like an old hooligan in the city, and there is no mastery at all. However, the old man ignored the thunder sea and fireworks in front of him, and stepped on the thunder sea fireworks all the way, and what was even more amazing was that wherever his footsteps passed, the thunder sea fireworks were all extinguished, as if he was rushing over to put out the fire.

The old man ran around in the air, seemingly slow, but in fact extremely fast. After the thunder sea fireworks blasted through the mountains and mountains, they went straight to the top of the peaks below, under normal circumstances, the destruction of the Wanshan Sect was only a matter of a few breaths, but between these few breaths, the old man stepped on all the thunder sea fireworks, how could this not be shocking?

The three of Ling Ri above looked blankly at the old man who was still wandering around, while the disciples of the Wanshan Sect below also looked at the old man stupidly, completely unable to believe that they had actually come back from the hell in an instant.

And the old man seemed to really come to chase someone, and after stepping on the thunder sea fireworks, he immediately followed the direction where the unicorn left.

At this time, Ling Ri and the three of them finally came back to their senses, their bodies flashed, blocking in front of the sloppy old man, but there was more unnaturalness and vigilance in their expressions.

How could a character who could fight against the blazing sun and the aftermath of the Thunder Sword Rain so easily be a small person? It's just that the things that the Proud Sword Sect wants to do never seem to be impossible, and it is not their style to be disrupted by others and not to get back to the field.

"Hey, why are you blocking my way?" Before Ling Ri and the three of them could ask, the old man questioned them first.

Ling Ri shouted, "Old man, where are you from? You dare to meddle with the affairs of our Proud Sword Sect, are you impatient?"

The old man didn't think so, and replied: "I don't care what sect you belong to, if you don't get out of the way, be careful that I beat you." Tell you, old man, my temper is not good!"

"Don't be ashamed!" Ling Ri and the three of them glanced at each other, they were all old and sophisticated characters, where did they not understand that this old man was here to stir up the situation, if they wanted to know the answer, they could only catch the other party.

So the three of them shot in unison, and with the divine weapons in their hands, Lan Ran and Zifeng relied on the divine weapons in their hands, and their attacks were even more fierce, and all the retreats of the old man's whole body were sealed in an instant.

"Wow, it's going to be a fight, I like the old man the most!" The sloppy old man didn't dodge or dodge, but shrank back and rushed into the opponent's attack.

Bang, bang, bang.

Three times in a row, Ling Ri and the three of them were kicked away by the old man in an instant, and Lan Ran and Zifeng even took away the divine weapons in their hands by the old man, and for a while, the three of them were stunned.