On the red sword, there are countless runes, and the breath on the sword is not fierce, nor detached, nor peaceful, but a kind of weirdness.

The aura was changeable, making the sword look real, but when I looked at it again, there was a blur, and this blur was because the space was distorted.

Mu Li and the two of them shot at the same time, the sword was ghostly, and he directly swung a sword, this sword was slow, but it had a monstrous might, as if the blood-colored sky was made of this sword.

Mu Li frowned, and offered the seed in his hand, and in an instant, it sprouted and became a tree, this tree had no leaves, and there was only a trunk like gold and iron.

Even on the trunk of the tree, there was an inscription that flickered, and then, grabbed by Mu Li Void, he slashed directly towards the coming sword.

Bite.

A crisp sound of Jin Ge alternately came out, as if colliding, it was two divine weapons, Mu Li retreated dozens of steps, and the sword was only half a step.

"Back then, you were not as good as me, even if you had the Mu family's Prisoner God Flower Seed, what could you do, after all, you would not be able to bloom like a generation of ancestors..."Jian You sneered, picked up the red sword in his hand, and slashed directly towards Na Mu Li, without the slightest pause, and when he waved, he drove the sky.

"What can be urged to the Prison God Flower, do you think you still dare to come..."Mu Li snorted coldly, pinched his hands, and suddenly a clearing appeared around his body, and then, on top of the clearing, there were plants and trees growing continuously.

"All things have spirits, and all plants and trees are soldiers..."When the wood left the pinch, on that clearing, there were trees growing, and there were countless grasses, growing madly.

Those grasses, each of them, seemed ordinary, but when they felt it, they found that each grass was shrouded in countless inscriptions, making a grass have the horror of killing the cultivation of the Three Tribulations Heavenly Realm.

What's even more terrifying is that among the endless grass, there are several trees, which grow in an instant, although there are no branches and leaves, but every time they sway, they can bring the vibration of nothingness.

When the sword came, it was only an instant, and it directly cut off several trees like gold and iron, and a crisp sound sounded, but at this time, there was constantly grass growing wildly, and then the red sword was entangled, and more grass was turned into a sharp arrow, flying towards the sword fiercely, so fast that it brought a whistling sound.

Jian You sneered, his arm shook, and immediately a rolling spiritual power rushed out, and a sword qi poured out from the red sword, and there was even a sword gang stimulus, which directly smashed the flying grass in the sky, and the grass that was entwined was also turned into flying ashes.

"Magical magic, I will break it with a sword..."In Jian You's words, there is arrogance, but also a self-confidence, this self-confidence comes from his own strength, and it comes from the disdain in his heart, because back then, he didn't have any pressure to deal with Mu Li.

Not to mention that now, his cultivation is to break through with his own heritage, rather than breaking through with the help of foreign objects like Na Mu Li.

"What grass and trees are soldiers, I am alone, enough to resist thousands of troops..."Jian You's expression was flat, and even at the beginning, he had the upper hand, and even this battle was already doomed at the moment of fighting.

Mu Li frowned, his cultivation was different from the sword and the ghost, his cultivation was the way of grass and trees, just like his temperament, natural and peaceful.

But the way of the sword is the way of the sword, this way is sharp, indomitable, even if it is a strong enemy, it will not retreat a step, this is the difference.

Mu Hao's pupils turned golden, looking at the battle above the sky, even most of the monks were paying attention to the battle above.

There are already people who want to go to the Sword Family, but they all have their own thoughts, they want to take refuge in the Sword Family, and they can also get benefits from it, and they can also leave a way back for their own family.

"Prisoner God Flower..."Mu Hao muttered, he was waiting for an opportunity, but at this moment, he couldn't help but look towards the battlefield below, there were two figures, and he felt extremely fast.

Those two figures, from the Sword Family, frantically slashed those monks under the Virtuous Realm, and their cultivation was also the peak of the Three Tribulations Heavenly Realm, half a step, stepping into the Virtuous Realm.

"Because of the sound rhythm, there has been an accident, my sword family, even if I win this battle, I will suffer heavy losses..." One of them spoke slowly, he was Jian Chun, and he was also the head of the four heavenly pride of the sword family, constantly watching the fall of the monks of his sword family, and he could feel that in the sound of the law, there was a will to die for the sword family.

The cultivation of the Mu family is shrouded in vitality, so that their injuries can be recovered, and the balance of victory begins to tilt in the direction of the Mu family.

In a short period of time, Jian You will definitely not be able to kill Na Mu Li, and after he kills him, within the battle situation below, there will not be much left in the cultivation of the Sword Family, and at that time, even if it is a victory, it will be meaningless.

"If there are few people at the time of victory, my sword family, what is left..."Jian Chun muttered, and then, looking around the battle situation, after seeing Mu Hao's direction, he paused for a moment, looked elsewhere, and finally, saw a battle situation.

In that battle, it was a battle between two virtuous realms, although they were both mortal realms, but no one around them was close.

"On my sword, I haven't tasted the blood of the virtuous realm yet..."Jian Chun muttered, licking the corners of his mouth, there was a determination in his eyes, and even more, he gave up everything.

Jian Chun turned into a streamer, and rushed into the battle in an instant, although he was shocked by the aftermath of the battle, his eyes were even more crazy.

After glancing at Jian Chun, the cultivator of the sword family, he found that the latter's cultivation was restless, and his eyes showed respect, and then, with a wave of his palm, shook the cultivation of the virtuous realm of the Namu family back, and then, turned into a streamer and rushed into those battlefields.

"Damn..."Seeing this, the cultivator of the Virtuous Realm of the Mu family shouted that it was not good, a Virtuous Realm cultivator was enough to become a nightmare in this kind of battle situation, he wanted to stop it, but there was a figure that stopped in front of him.

"Your opponent is me..."Jian Chun's eyes showed unprecedented madness, and then, he directly pointed to his eyebrows.

"I am spring, which means the beginning of all life, and the meaning of spring is endless vitality, but my way is the way of the sword, so I gave up my vitality"

"A lifeless sword is a dead sword, in this sword, you can't swing the peak, and you can't feel the breath that it should have..."

"This sword will turn into the last sword in my cultivation path, and all my vitality will be integrated into the sword path, and it should be a sword in the spring..."

Then, there was an obsession that turned into the phantom of Jian Chun, and at this time, the urging of the earth-shattering sword technique actually made the scriptures appear on the green sword

When a sword was slashed out, it locked the virtuous realm of the Mu family, and even the terrifying level, like a catastrophe, its speed was unimaginable, and the cultivation of the mortal sages had no time to resist, and subconsciously waved a hand.

This hand was swung out, as if there was a spell condensed, but it was too late to use it, let alone resist this sword that was as fast as lightning.

It's just that in an instant, it is finished, and the cultivator of the mortal sages, his eyes are all frightened, and he didn't even think of it anyway, that sword spring, after burning everything, could swing such a sword.

The sword, after being chopped, directly turned into a point of light in the sky and dissipated into nothingness.

And the cultivation of the mortal sage, from the forehead, there was a slight crack, and then the crack turned into a blood line, completely from the forehead, spread all over the body.

His body was cut in half, and cracks appeared on the platform, but the spirit was killed by that sword.

A virtuous realm fell in this battlefield, which undoubtedly gave the sword family a boost to morale, and even, without the restraint of the sword family's virtuous realm, the virtuous realm who escaped from the sword family was like entering a no-man's realm, and the place where he passed became a sea of blood.

Even after the virtuous realm was killed, there was another figure, rushing away in an instant, and the battle situation he went to was also the battle situation of a mortal sage's cultivation.

His cultivation, like that Jian Chun, was the pinnacle of the Three Tribulations Heavenly Realm, but from his bones, he revealed a cold aura.

He is Jian Dong.

He is handsome, but his complexion is like an iceberg, which makes people feel that it is difficult to get along with him.

"I am winter, my world, there is no life, the season of midwinter, is the season of all things withering, here, is the end of the road..."

"On my road, I can't see the dead wood in spring, I only see the snow as the peak, and I don't even know if there is a time for spring..."

Jian Dong's appearance, in an instant, became old, wrinkles appeared on his face, and at the end, there was a death intent, but because of this, the air became endlessly cold.

The old Jian Dong couldn't see that he was handsome, he could only see that there was a desperate madness in his eyes, and a snow-white sword appeared in front of him.

On this sword, there is Jian Dong's comprehension, and there is Jian Dong's determination to die, he gave up everything to be like that sword spring, to perform, a sword that condenses life.

His cultivation fell quickly, just a few breaths, and he became a mortal, and even, without the slightest vitality, he had fallen.

But that sword was swung at the end, and after it appeared, snowflakes fell, surrounding the snow-white sword.

Although the cultivation of the mortal sages of the Namu family can be resisted, he is dragged down by the sage realm of the sword family, so that he has no chance to use magic to resist.

That sword, after it was cut off, seemed to carry a midwinter, and in an instant, it made the mortal monks of the Mu family feel an endless chill, and even, at that moment, they felt that their whole body was going to freeze.

His spirit also wanted to escape, but at the moment of flying out, he rushed to some snowflakes, and his vitality dissipated madly after touching the snowflakes.

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