The blood-colored dragon opened its mouth and swallowed it straight towards the Tibetan Sword Dao Monarch who was standing in the air.

A thunderbolt exploded, and the Baizhang sword collided with the blood-colored dragon, producing a rolling wave of air, which suddenly lifted the flying sand and rocks within a radius of dozens of miles, and the powerful Emperor Yunxiao was also forced to fly backwards.

Tyre!

The Tibetan Sword Dao Monarch's eyes widened angrily, and the already sharp sword sword split the body of the fierce cocktail with a devastating momentum.

The sword mang's killing power is unabated, cutting through the vast sand waves, and directly slashing the feudal Daojun of the city of protection!

This time, the face of this feudal Daojun changed, the strength of the sword of the Dao Monarch of the Tibetan Sword was beyond his expectations, and it could already threaten his life, which made him extremely angry.

Fighting with the Red Glass Tapir for half an hour, he consumed a lot of mana, and he thought that he could suppress the Tibetan Sword Dao Jun with his realm, who would have thought that this Qingxia Sword Cultivator would be so powerful.

With all his might, he shattered this sword, and the blood-colored sword in the hand of the Fenghou Daojun in the sheltered place pulled out a dazzling Xuanguang sword one after another, and he bullied himself to suppress the Tibetan Sword Daojun in close combat.

It's a pity that he underestimated the Tibetan Sword Daojun after all, as Qingxia's deputy head teacher, the Tibetan Sword Daojun is not only very deep in flying swords, but also definitely a hero in hand-to-hand combat.

There was a hidden sword back then, and it was also a little demon who had resounded for hundreds of years in the Zhenshi Sword Domain.

After hundreds of moves, the Fenghou Daojun, who was exhausted in strength and consumed seven or eight tenths of his mana, could no longer support it, and was slashed through the battle armor on his chest by the sword of the Tibetan Sword Daojun, and dazzling golden-red blood gushed out.

"The mountains don't turn around, the old ghost of the Qingxia Ancient Sect, this account has been recorded in the city under my protection!"

After being pierced by a sword, this Fenghou Daojun immediately pulled away, and the spirit wings behind him flapped through Qiong Yu and left, and when he left, he was gloomy mixed with an angry roar that passed straight to Jiuxiao.

"Old man wait, Sheltered City, hum, dare to hurt me Qingxia Daojun, we will not give up. ”

The Tibetan Sword Dao Monarch did not pursue, the other party was a feudal and marquis-level Dao Monarch powerhouse, if he took advantage of the exhaustion of his illegal strength, he would definitely not be able to defeat the other party.

"Let's go!"

Seeing Wu Lan leaving, those seriously injured powerhouses of the Sheltered City snorted unwillingly, and one by one they fled into the boundless sandstorm, and soon their figures disappeared.

Not far away, Emperor Yunxiao controlled the Yuan Tu Sword into the air, and although the opponent was repulsed, the strength of this group of people made him a little worried.

The trouble of the head of the witch king has not yet been solved, and now a city of protection has popped up in the sandstorm black sea, who knows what terrifying forces are hidden in this boundless desert.

"Uncle Hidden Sword, have you ever seen where the other party is coming from?"

Hearing this, the Tibetan Sword Dao Jun shook his head, he looked at the hundred sword techniques and swordsmanship, but the other party's sword moves and methods were not those paths, but more like the secret skills of fighting and killing figured out in the endless battle.

What made him feel the most strange was that the dignified and marquis-level Dao Monarch powerhouse, the other party was only using a battle knife that was barely considered a superb magic weapon, which was too shabby.

"The old man can't see the other party's means, the evil aura on these people is too heavy, it's like a living soul crawling out of hell, if it weren't for the fact that the heavenly machine in this wasteland was covered, maybe the divine punishment of the heavenly way would have come a long time ago. ”

Whew!

The wind and sand were even stronger, the golden gravel filled the air, and under the gray sky, even the blazing light of the sun was obscured, and everything seemed to be the end of the world.

"Let's go, the wind will rise again, and it will be estimated that there will be a wind of Tiangang sweeping the ground later, and find a place to recharge first. ”

The Tibetan Sword Dao Monarch waved his robe and chased in the direction of the retreat of the Qingxia monk with Emperor Yunxiao.

The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings, just like the supreme sect had guessed before, the border wasteland is about to be in chaos, not only the Mao Wen clan wants to break free from the cage, but secretly I don't know how many black hands are ready to move.

Perhaps, they learned that the head of the Witch King and the city of shelter were just the tip of the iceberg, and in the invisible depths, there were huge forces watching beyond the reach of Qingxia.

Not long after Emperor Yunxiao and the others left, the pitch-black wind wrapped in the law of cutting gold and breaking iron The Heavenly Sword fell from the sky, and the radius of a hundred miles completely turned into a forbidden area of death.

Two dark red rays of light flashed and disappeared, and in the dark sandstorm, a behemoth could be faintly seen walking in it, and the huge body was only afraid of going down for thousands of feet, and huge footprints with a diameter of more than ten zhang appeared in an instant.

Boom! Boom!

The dull sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and only then did a few hundred-foot bodies appear sporadically below the desert, including the red glazed tapir that raged in all directions, forcing the Tibetan Sword Dao Monarch to avoid it like a snake and scorpion.

At this moment, this terrifying quasi-forbidden desolate beast was actually prostrate on the ground, until the thousand-foot behemoth completely disappeared, and then it raised its head and stood up with a long roar.

After this roar, thousands of roars came from all directions, as if in response to the call of the Red Glass Tapir.

A few hours passed in the blink of an eye, and behind a sandy slope four thousand miles from the edge of the sandstorm Black Sea, a small group of more than forty monks gathered around a radius of ten zhang, closing their eyes and meditating one by one.

"The sandstorm has become more and more violent, and it seems that it will not be possible to calm down again without three or five days. ”

The one-armed Dao Monarch's eyes were deep, allowing him to support the defensive enchantment alone, and he could clearly perceive the changes in the external environment, such a harsh environment, a Purple Mansion Monarch would die in half an hour if he went out.

"We've only gathered half of our men now, and the others don't know where they are, and with such a big storm, we just hope that something big will happen. ”

The Tibetan Sword Dao Monarch was wiping the long sword, and he saw the battle of the top masters in the border wasteland one after another, and his Dao heart, which had been silent, was ready to move, and he was full of battle intent.

Since becoming the deputy head of Qingxia, he has not experienced such a feeling of enthusiasm for a long time.

Perhaps, on this trip to the border wilderness, if he does not fall, he may be able to break through the entrance and reach the peak of the Yao Light Wheel, and then he will also be able to impact the level of the Immortal Holy Court.

"Lord Hidden Sword Deputy Sect, Lord One-Armed Dao Jun, Lord White Bone Dao Jun has awakened. ”

Hula, the figures of the two Qingxia Daojun disappeared, and when they reappeared, they were already beside the White Bone Daojun who had just woken up.

"Senior Brother White Bone, how do you feel?

Just now they have checked the injury of the White Bone Daojun, and the mysterious Marquis powerhouse Wu Lan's cultivation is very high, and he was not lightly injured, and his internal organs were displaced, if it weren't for the Daojun's vigorous blood like a tiger, I am afraid that he would not be able to hold it up and die violently.

Fortunately, many Qingxia monks on this trip brought life-saving pills, and the White Bone Daojun swallowed a holy pill, and finally saved his life, and he could recover after a few years of cultivation.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Bai Gu Daojun's thin cheekbones tightened, and he saw that there were people from his sect all around, so he squinted slightly, trying to adapt to the sourness of his eyes.

(End of chapter)