The desolate man of the Five Realms rushed towards Su Li, but at this moment, three fluttering butterflies blocked the pace of the five-star desolate man, and the killing aura set off fell down.

The three pairs of wings continued to wave, hanging bursts of sword intent, and Qian Xiaoxiao's sword was handed out one sword after another along these traces.

Qian Xiaoxiao's strength is naturally impossible to stop the five-star desolate man, but the previous three wind-listening arrows caused the desolate man to be seriously injured, and the two were entangled together for a while.

Caught in the encirclement, Su Li didn't have any panic, his eyes were still calm, the cyan long sword in his hand was full of sword light, the green snake began to swell its body, and the crazy burst out with sword qi.

The sword qi in the sky bombarded in all directions like raindrops, blocking the pace of many desolate people in an instant.

Another three-star desolate man strode over, and in the process of walking, the reddish brilliance on his body suddenly became thicker again, and the surrounding temperature instantly rose a few degrees.

In an instant, he came to Su Li's side, and the fiery red long stick in his hand went down at Su Li.

Su Li's sword light flashed, thunder flickered, and the intent to suppress the eight directions at the same time burst out, and the cyan long sword slammed into the iron rod.

Rumble!

With the help of the power of Zhenyuan's rolling, the pale cyan blade slashed down the side of the iron rod, and the blade was extremely powerful, and it had already cut his skin along the iron rod.

The desolate man with an unusually square face felt the power on Su Li's sword, and slapped his left hand on the iron rod in his hand, and a huge shock was transmitted, and the original sword body and the metal attached to it made a piercing friction sound, but being resisted by such a concussive force, the sword in Su Li's hand was ejected, and the sword blade was detached from the appearance of the iron bar.

With the help of huge strength, the desolate man's left hand crushed the long sword with heavy pressure, and the long stick in his right hand smashed towards Su Li's hand connected to the long sword.

Su Li's footsteps moved, the sword in his hand kept moving downward, breaking free from the suppression of that huge force, a sword intent rippled out from the sword's body, the sword intent was very cold, a bright moon appeared behind him, and the cold light that came from it was cold to his heart, colliding with the scorching power on the palm of the desolate man, with the help of the power of the impact, Su Li got out of such suppression.

The sword qi flew up, and an incomparably powerful sword light slashed towards the throat of the desolate man.

Three-star desolate man with a stick, sweep, any desolate warrior is a natural warrior, especially for this star desolate man, he has used this iron rod for a long time, as flexible as his own right hand, so in his opinion, this mention and sweep, just like his palm to make a rotating gesture, the other party will never have time to dodge, even if the arm is not cut off in half, it will be instantly cut off a large piece of flesh.

"Whew!"

Just like the trajectory in his mind, the unusually sharp iron rod tore through Su Li's arm, but what followed was not the sound of cutting flesh, but the sharp scraping of blades and tough metal.

A puff of sparks bloomed on Su Li's right arm.

His whole body curled up, and he rolled and jumped out of the desolate man's side like a tanuki.

The cyan long sword came to the shoulder in advance as if it had known it for a long time, and the sword body lay flat on the arm, forcibly blocking the violent friction of the iron rod, but even the powerful power contained in the iron rod still made Su Li's face red, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Su Li, who spurted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes became extremely bright, the true yuan in his body rolled out, and there was a faint sound of dragon groans on the sword, and this faint sound was covered by the fierce sound of war around him, except for the desolate man in front of him who seemed to feel a great threat, no one found the rest.

A dragon groan sounded, and the incomparably pure true yuan converged on the cyan long sword, and the sword light flashed, and the extremely sharp sword stabbed into the flesh and blood of the three-star desolate man's thigh, cutting off almost half of the tendons on the thigh, dragging out a huge wound, and even scraping out a piece of thick metal armor hanging out.

The three-star desolate man let out a terrible howl that shook the sky.

Even a strong-willed desolate powerhouse like him couldn't bear the pain of a thigh being cut in half.

"Dang!"

The iron rod in his hand fell to the ground, his half-cut leg could not bear his own weight, and his huge body, which seemed to never fall, fell to one knee.

"Kill!"

Many fighting soldiers in the distance saw such a scene, and a soldier with a knife screamed like crazy.

The soldiers behind him rushed towards the desolate cultivator, and Su Li had already jumped over the three-star desolate man who was kneeling on the ground and continued to rush in one direction.

The rest of the desolate warriors who rushed up were already less than twenty paces away from him.

In one part of the battlefield, Qian Xiaoxiao's hair was scattered, and blood continued to flow out of his body. Her right arm was completely down, weak, and the iron armor on her body had been taken off completely, and there were burns in many places.

Su Li is a cultivator, even in the face of this powerful three-star desolate man, in this moment of lightning, he also made the other party fall to his knees, but everyone knew that being besieged by these desolate warriors with equally amazing strength and speed would also be quickly piled up to death.

So he had to break out of this encirclement very quickly, in such chaos.

The sword qi opened the way in front of him, and the long sword in his hand continued to burst out with sword light, and the power of moonlight sprinkled down from the sky, bursting out with incomparably powerful power.

The sword qi was invincible, opening up a path of blood.

At the end of this road is the blood-drenched figure.

In order to stop the desolate man of the Five Realms, Qian Xiaoxiao paid too much price.

Li Ying in the distance also saw such a scene, and a cold chill rushed to his heart, if Qian Xiaoxiao died here, even if he could survive today, Daqin would no longer have a place for him, and Qian Million would kill his entire clan.

More than a hundred cultivators joined the battlefield, and the Burning Cloud Army charged towards the ranks of the desolate people, striking down like a heavy hammer.

A black robe stopped in front of the hundred horsemen, shrouded in pure black robes, no one could see the face, but it did not hinder Li Ying's fear.

The black-robed ghost clan would actually appear here, even if they were all cultivators, it would be impossible to stop such a strong person.

Gritting his teeth, Li Ying gave the military order to charge, and all the Lieyun troops behind him rushed towards the black robe at the same time.