Bursts of murmuring, whispering, kept echoing in Jun Yi's ears.

Woe Cangsheng struck a heavy blow, as if he had seen something, which made the ghost tomb mysteriously begin to chatter, as if he couldn't suppress the tremor in his heart at all.

Although Jun Yi couldn't understand what he was saying, he could still hear his emotional excitement and deep disbelief.

In this way, Jun Yi's heart was also itchy, and his eyes looked up and down at the calamity, wanting to find out a little different, and he didn't even care whether the Qingyi Sword Master was alive or dead.

Just looked at it for a while, and Jun Yi didn't see the slightest difference.

And seeing that the ghost tomb had mysteriously sunk down and was not talking, it was obvious that he would not be able to solve his doubts, Jun Yi shook his head helplessly and looked ahead.

Not only him, but the martial artists around the entire Sword Peak all looked at this, and even reached the extreme level of expectation.

Because of the several battles between the two sides in the front, they were either one-sided crushing, killing people like slaughtering pigs and dogs, or they were covered by mist, making it impossible to see the situation inside.

Only this blow appeared clearly in front of them, and it was really visible.

However, it backfired, perhaps for the martial artists who watched the excitement, this blow was enough to shock people's hearts and make people have endless aftertaste, but for the martial artists who wanted to understand a little artistic conception, they were at a loss and didn't understand anything.

Obviously, when the gap between the strength realm and the other party is too big, if you want to steal a little comprehension, it is just your own wishful thinking.

Woe Cang grew up, slowly straightened up, and leaned the pitch-black long stick behind him.

The dark eyes took a deep look at the rolling dark tide, and without waiting for the result of the inner world, he turned around directly, as if he was very confident in his blow.

As he took a step, the black tide surging around him was all converged into his body, making the sky clear again, and the suffocation that was heavy in everyone's hearts was completely dispersed.

"Childe, fortunately, I am not dishonored. ”

Woe Cangsheng looked at Jun Yi, word by word in his mouth, and his dark eyes seemed to have a light flashing.

Jiang Yu on his side stood obediently, smiling, without any words, and the chaotic aura when he just rushed out of the thick clouds also regained his calm.

"Well done. ”

Jun Yi looked at the two of them and smiled warmly, especially on the body of the calamity, and stayed for a long time.

"Whew..."

The cold wind was cold, and the black tide dissipated.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the figure of the sword lord in green shirt finally appeared in the eyes of the world again, but the appearance at this moment was really amazing.

The tattered and messy green shirt, the more than one wisp of the beard, and even the long sword clenched in his hand were already covered with cracks, and then dissipated into the air.

In a few breaths, in the hand of the blue-shirted sword master, there was only one sword hilt left.

"Hmm..."

With a muffled snort in his mouth, the pale face of the blue-shirted sword lord shook suddenly, and he knelt directly in the void, looking embarrassed and weak, but he was undoubtedly the same as an ordinary old man.

The hearts of the martial artists of the Slashing Yue Sword Sect trembled, and the despair in their eyes became thicker, but the fact that the Qingyi Sword Master was at least alive was already their greatest satisfaction now.

"Sword Master!"

In a trembling moment, the elders of the Slashing Yue Sword Sect hurriedly stepped forward to help him back.

It's just that they have only taken a few steps when they see the Tsing Yi Sword Lord suddenly raise his hand to stop: "You... Stay back. ”

But as soon as the words came out, several elders were already approaching, and they didn't react to his obstruction

stopped, and the feet were a little closer.

But it was these few points that made the faces of several elders change in shock, and their faces were bloodless.

The original straight and upright body was bent down directly, as if it was broken bamboo under the weight of the cold winter snow, weak and pitiful.

"Elder Song!"

As soon as the warriors of the Yue Sword Sect behind him saw it, they hurriedly stepped out, wanting to turn them back, but they were still stopped by the Qingyi Sword Master.

After all, with the lessons of the past, many warriors are much more obedient.

Almost at the moment when the voice of the Qingyi Sword Lord came out, he stood in place, not daring to test more.

Then, holding on to the severe pain and pressure on his body, the sword master in the green shirt trembled and slowly got up, pinched the hilt of the sword with one hand, lifted the back collar of several people with the other, and carried it out alive.

"Plop..."

As soon as he walked out, the pupils of the Qingyi Sword Lord trembled violently, and his body rose and fell strangely, and he fell directly down and lost consciousness.

Several elders were quick to move, and hurriedly stepped forward to grab it, but when they touched his body, they sank heavily, and one stumbled, almost allowing themselves to pounce on the body of the blue-shirted sword master.

But fortunately, he used his spiritual power and turned his body around, so that he did not lose face in front of the world's martial artists.

Elder Song and the others finally eased up, dressed roughly, and stayed away from the area where the Qingyi Sword Master was just now, their eyes full of fear.

"Song Sayu of the Slashing Yue Sword Sect, who is a powerhouse at the peak realm of the Martial King, how could he suddenly be so weird in the air?"

"Think about the actions of the Qingyi Sword Master just now, think about what is in that area, all the martial artists who are close to them will be possessed by heavy pressure, and this is the scene just now. ”

"Yes, Brother Tai is exactly what I thought. ”

"In this way, this warrior with a long stick in hand seems to be even more terrifying, and when he made a move just now, I almost suffocated to death. ”

......

Seeing this, the warriors from all over the Sword Peak looked at each other with doubts in their eyes, and they didn't know what was going on, but there were also warriors with a keen sense of smell and a little tired.

The four sword masters, now three have been defeated.

The only one who hasn't come out yet, is the Begging Sword Master.

But when everyone thought of it, the black-haired and purple-eyed man who had fought with the Qixuan Sword Master at the beginning couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts, and they felt a little creepy inexplicably.

It seems to be lazy and casual, but it bursts out into a monstrous and ferocious figure, which is simply violent to the extreme, like a humanoid beast, domineering.

"Tapp..."

At this time, there were bursts of light footsteps coming leisurely, gradually revealing their figures from the sword peak below.

The white dress is ethereal and lively, it is the fourth of the four women, Jiang Xue.

As if sensing the convergence of gaze, Jiang Xue's jumping figure suddenly froze, and then she paused a little uncomfortably, before she put her hands behind her back and walked out twisted.

Seeing this, Jun Yi's face suddenly darkened, and he sighed in his heart.

"It's over, it's all over..."

After all the calculations, and even many prayers, things still went in the direction he least wanted to see.

"Hey, hey, hey..."

In front of the sword peak, Jiang Xue twisted her body, paddled her feet, kept drawing circles on the ground, and then piled up a delicate smile on her face.

The big eyes blinked innocently, looked at everyone and waved their hands, and smiled shyly: "How are you?"

The sudden scene made everyone not know what to say, and they were stunned in place, and the eyes on their faces were also dazed.

"Boring...

”

Seeing this, the corners of Jiang Xue's mouth twitched, and she suddenly restrained her smile.

Then he turned around a little timidly and a little embarrassed, looked at Jun Yi, who was already dark in the sky, and forced himself to smile kindly, as if he was currying favor with him.

"Childe..."

"Smoke without a trace?"

Without waiting for her to finish speaking, Jun Yi directly opened his mouth to interrupt her.

"He's, he's in the back..."

Jiang Xue's tender little hand pinched the corner of her skirt, and timidly pointed to the back, which was the depths of the Sword Peak.

"Huh..."

Almost at the moment when Jiang Xue's words came out, there was a sound of heavy objects tearing and grinding in the sword peak behind him, as if there was a boulder rubbing against his heart, making people feel cold all over his body.

The eyes converged, and the figure gradually appeared.

Under the gaze of countless warriors, Yan Wuxian stepped out slowly, and his face returned to a helpless and lazy expression, looking reluctant.

It's just that everyone's eyes just stayed on his body for a few breaths, and then looked down again.

In Yan Wuxi's hands, there was a warrior's ankle that he grabbed indifferently, dragging a figure like a dead dog, silently, lying quietly on the ground.

Its hair was disheveled, its clothes were ragged, and there was nothing intact on its exposed skin, all of which was blurred flesh and bones.

It's creepy to look at.

"He's still alive?"

"Dead. ”

"You do it alone?"

"Yes. ”

Hearing this, Jun Yi had a toothache, looked at Jiang Xue on the side of Yan Wuxi, and glared fiercely.

"It's not that I'm lazy..."

"It's not that I don't make a move..."

Jiang Xue had a frustration on her face, glanced at Jun Yi aggrievedly, and retorted in a somewhat aggrieved whisper: "Who knew that this stinky old man was so weak, he was always pressed and beaten by Brother Yan, and after a while..."

"He was killed in a few moments. ”

The words of grievance and shyness came out with news that shocked everyone.

At this moment, everyone finally saw that something was wrong.

The aura on Jiang Xue's body was peaceful, and there was no trace of moving at all.

And the body without a trace of smoke, there is still a little sense of violent ferocity, and the cold breath that overflows is even longer, endless, as vast as the sea, and deeply humble.

"Just carelessly. ”

Listening to Jiang Xue's words, Yan Wuxian looked at Jun Yi and smiled helplessly.

Then he raised his hand slightly, and threw the Qixuan Sword Master out like garbage, and threw it in front of the martial artist of the Slashing Yue Sword Sect not far away.

Everyone subconsciously looked at it, only to see that the body of the Qixuan Sword Lord was paralyzed and boneless, and there was really no life.

If it weren't for the ragged clothes on his body, he would still be vaguely recognizable.

Otherwise, everyone would have thought he was a mass of rotten meat that had been discarded casually.

The four great elders of the Sword Sect and the sword masters of the four major towns are now left with only two seriously injured people, but on the other hand, they are intact and calm.

With such a gap, why is there such a difference?

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, Jun Yi's eyes in the air were cold, and his mouth was shocked.

Almost the moment his words came out, under Yan Wuxian and Jiang Xue's body, a sharp sword light came out, piercing into the sky.