When Wang Ruojun left a fierce sentence and left, the five figures rushed up and surrounded Wang Ruojun in the middle, staring coldly at Xiaochen and indifference, snorting coldly, protecting Wang Ruojun and flashing to the corner of the mausoleum to let him breathe.

Xiaochen looked still expressionless, his face was cold, and he said indifferently from thousands of miles away: "Let's go, Zhang Tairan can't hold it anymore." ”

looked indifferently into the air, only to see that Zhang Tairan, who was holding a cloud of spiritual mist, was retreating, and the monk Lingyuan who was protecting him was disordered, and there were traces of defeat, and the spiritual mist in Zhang Tairan's hand would change hands in less than a cup of tea.

And he himself would have been injured by the pounces of the other monks.

There's never been a better time!

While the spiritual mist was still in Zhang Tairan's hands, although the two of them couldn't control who the spiritual mist fell into in the end, they could reduce a lot of pressure on Zhang Tairan and give him time to take out the treasure in the spiritual mist.

As long as he waits for him to take out the treasure, the power of the borrowed spirit soldier will be strengthened, so that the three of them will work together, and there will be no problem in getting out.

The cold and cold and bewitching light blue eyes flashed with crystal cold light, the wrist was pulled, and the cold qi condensed on the long sword, like a cold wave storm that broke out in the Nine Shadows Cold Pool, and the figure swept towards Zhang Tairan's group with a long tail of cold light.

Xiaochen also sacrificed a five-star spirit soldier at the moment when he flashed indifferently.

"Qingyu Thunder Yan Sword!" several big characters are vigorously engraved on the sword body, the sword is three feet long, three fingers wide, the hilt of the sword is carved with a delicate tiger head, the sword body is cold and dignified, and the inscriptions are vividly depicted, adding a bit of heroism, the sword is a gentleman in the soldiers, and what is said is extreme.

"Buzz!"

With the delivery of Xiaochen Lingyuan, the nineteen inscriptions on the long sword were activated one after another.

"Wow!"

The water on the sword body flowed, with the sound of rushing water, and the three water system inscriptions were activated.

The original weight of the sword was only thirty-three catties, and the first inscription was activated, and the weight of the sword body directly reached one hundred and two catties.

The weight skyrocketed!

Xiaochen's arm trembled slightly, and he had to regain his steady.

Buzz!

A sword is thrown out.

The sound of rushing water was heard, and the blade of the sword made a ripple in the air.

Lingyuan's strength carved a white sword mark on the ground.

"Buzz!"

Activating the four electric system inscriptions, the air around the sword body crackled, and a series of lightning snakes emanated from the sword body, and Xiao Chen's palm holding the sword was a little numb.

The weight of the sword has increased by another hundred and fifty pounds!

The power of the water system and electricity inscription is combined, there is electricity in the water, and there is water in the electricity.

One light and one darkness catch the opponent off guard.

"Cangyue Sword Technique!"

The sword body was lifted, picked, and shocked, bringing a ripple in the air with electric light and water waves, and the places where the sword body skimmed were all scorched black by the electric inscriptions.

The body turned, and the sword body turned.

"Buzz!"

The four wind system inscriptions were activated, the speed of swinging the sword increased greatly, and the weight also increased to more than four hundred and seventy catties.

All the inscriptions were activated between the three breaths, and with the delivery of Xiaochen Lingyun, Xiaochen felt the emotions coming from the sword, and the evaluation of this sword, two words - good sword!

The trend of the sword moves, precision, and the control of the sword after the weight increases, with the fusion of Xiaochen's kendo realm, it is easy to use.

The unfolding of the sword technique, the sword technique accurately blasted towards the group of monks surrounding Zhang Tairan.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, two chilling attacks locked on them and blasted towards the backs of this group of people, making these monks all shocked, "There are still people sneaking attack!"

"Look for death!"

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

Xiaochen's indifferent sword moves are extremely ruthless, and they are trying to buy time for Zhang Tairan, where will he use the sword moves like a little family.

The furious Lei Yuan flashed with thunder and raged in the air, and the paralyzing feeling carried by the nourishing thunder mang was greatly enhanced by the thunder inscription on the spirit sword, and the arms of the three monks around Zhang Tairan were instantly paralyzed, and in just a breath, the indifferent cold ice crystal thorn slammed into the two monks with a silent energy.

"Puff puff!"

The chests of the two were like a hornet's nest, and there were several bubbling and bleeding blood holes, and the blood had not yet dripped off, and the two monks were instantly frozen into ice, and Xiao Chen's Lei Yuan rumbled like sharp arrows vertically and horizontally, piercing through the ice.

"Click!"

The ice cracked like a spider's web in an instant.

"Bang!"

The two monks who were frozen were scattered and the ice crystals turned into snowflakes and fell.

One of the monks shuddered violently as he was glad that he had not died like this, and a ray of thunder erupted from his mouth, instantly exploding and tearing his body apart.

Zhang Tairan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips raised slightly, "Good opportunity!"

"Kill!"

With a violent snort, the spirit yuan on the four monks around him who was guarding Zhang Tairan instantly gushed out, and several of them turned out to be formation-level powerhouses!

However, there are no less than twelve law-level monks in the crowd surrounding Zhang Tairan, and there are also ** monks in the late stage of the Gathering Spirit Realm, and the monks of other levels are ignored, and there are more than 30 people in this group, and it is really difficult to keep the baby from breaking through!

"Drink!"

The four of them shouted in unison, swords and spears in their hands, mixed with the raging and surging spirit yuan, surging around.

"Boom!"

The four fierce attacks, all with the momentum of a landslide cracking and decaying, rumbled and tore a hole in the surrounding crowd.

However, in the blink of an eye, the gap that had been opened was filled again, and a more violent attack than the four of them followed.

"Whew!"

The sword qi swept in the sky, the swords in the air were vertical and horizontal, the fist prints, and the palm prints were all with the power of destroying the world and destroying the earth.

"Boom!

Boom!

Several attacks crisscrossed the lower spirit yuan, raging violently in the surrounding space, suddenly, a low muffled snort came in mid-air, only to feel the space shake!

Above the heads of Zhang Tairan and the five of them, they condensed into a huge whirlpool, and the spirit yuan rolled and tumbled, and the lightning-like spirit yuan bombarded down one by one from the whirlpool.

"Bang!"

Circles of air in the air were scattered like ocean waves, and the impact of the waves destroyed everything.

Several stone pillars were shattered, and the five people in the center of the vortex struggled to condense the spirit yuan and desperately resisted.

The Spirit Yuan Storm generated by dozens of monks working together was too powerful!

Xiaochen was indifferent and quickly dodged around the crowd surrounding Zhang Tairan, constantly showing his martial arts, and the violent and domineering attacks all bombarded the crowd on the periphery of the whirlpool, although the help of the two did not bring substantial help to Zhang Tairan who was in the center of the whirlpool, but it would also surround Zhang Tairan's monks, those whose strength was below the late stage of the spirit realm, were all injured, and the number of people surrounding Zhang Tairan was rapidly decreasing.

Many monks were injured by Xiaochen's indifferent and violent attacks, and after they fell, they all secretly cursed those two madman-like youths in their hearts.

"What the hell!"

"Is it the same as killing?"

"We're just on the periphery, and we can't even drink the soup, so if it's hot, even the soup bowl can't be seen!"

......

The monks who frantically besieged Zhang Tairan and several people didn't care when they found out about Xiaochen and the two cleaning up the besieged crowd, and regarded them as a team that grabbed treasures like them.

Xiaochen exhaled a breath of turbidity, the two thunder lotus flowers in his hand condensed, and the blue thunder mangs were reflected in his eyes, which were slowly rubbed together.

Pushing forward, his throat whispered, "Thunderstorm Silent Ice Demon Lotus!"

"Go!"

The indifferent eyes changed, and a demonic blood-colored snowflake appeared in the middle of Tan Lan's blue eyes, and the cold air on the long sword in his hand was even better than before!

Thousands of piles of snow rolled up around him, and the ice crystals swirled and gathered into a storm of ice crystals.

The ice sword was raised above his head and slashed out diagonally.

Zhang Tairan's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said coldly: "I use the blood of my body to worship the heavens and the earth, and behead!"

"Damn it!"