Two early Martial Sects, two mid-Martial Sects, and four late Martial Sect Sword Masters.

These eight people, like eight supernatural peaks, pressed on everyone's hearts, making them look up for a while, as if they were looking at eight insurmountable peaks in the sky.

It's awe-inspiring, but it's also desperate.

This is the true essence of the Slashing Yue Sword Sect, and it is also the confidence of their dominance to be the head of the five major sects.

In the heaven and earth where the sword peak was located, there was a dead silence all of a sudden, and there was only a slight trembling sword intent, which kept echoing in everyone's ears, like thunder.

Among the four of them, the Sword Master of Bitter Misfortune stood with his hands down, looked at Jun Yi with a smile, and slowly spoke: "Jun Yi, so... Is that enough?"

It's not that the Sword Master of Bitterness is inflated, but that he has the ability to say this and reveal his feelings.

Not to mention the other four, just the four of them sword masters have the ability to overwhelm the same realm and be invincible.

In the eyes of the four of them, under the realm of the so-called late stage of the Martial Sect, killing them is like slaughtering pigs and dogs, and ordinary martial artists are not worthy of being their opponents at all.

As soon as these words came out, many eyes converged on Jun Yi's body.

Everyone's eyes were burning and their hearts were surging, all of them wanted to know how Jun Yi would respond, and they also wanted to know what his confidence was in clamoring to slash the Yue Sword Sect and suppress the Four Sects.

Among the four, the old eyes of the blue-shirted sword master flickered slightly, and the expression on his face was slightly complicated, but he didn't expect that they still came to the point where they were facing each other.

In other words, such an outcome was determined from the beginning.

Here, especially the disciples of the Slashing Yue Sword Sect, their faces were flushed and proud, and their eyes were full of thick sarcasm, as if they wanted to see Jun Yi's embarrassed side.

But then, their wishes were frustrated.

"Heh..."

I saw the corners of Jun Yi's mouth slightly raised, and a disdainful word came out of his mouth: "That's it?"

Hearing this, all the martial artists around him were stunned, and then looked around Jun Yi, with some doubts in his heart, not knowing where his confidence came from.

Isn't it going to be a one-man battle, or are you relying on the four women standing in the air?

"Jun Yi, you are a little arrogant. ”

At the same time, the face of the Sword Master of Bitterness gradually turned cold, and there were bursts of anger in his heart, and his words were intertwined with sword intent: "If it is in vain, it will disappoint me too much." ”

"Don't worry, I'll treat you well. ”

Jun Yi's eyes grew cold, looking at the killing intent around the Sword Master of Bitter Misfortune that was almost condensed into substance, his words were also meaningful, and his breath became cold.

Seeing that Jun Yi was indifferent, the Sword Master of Bitter Misfortune frowned coldly, raised his hand to probe, and grabbed a gray long sword, which actually took a step directly and killed him.

"In that case, let me see your confidence. ”

The sword intent is monstrous, and it is fierce and cold.

As the Sword Master of Misery uttered his words, a dark aura lingered around his body, overflowing with endless misery and sorrow, making people inexplicably feel a little desperate and sad.

It's just that in the face of the blow of the Sword Lord of Bitterness, Jun Yi still stood in place, his face did not change at all, and he did not make any movements, as if he was stupid.

"Whew..."

However, just halfway through the misery, the mist rose again, enveloping the hazy haze in front of his eyes, and with the vision of his late Martial Sect realm, he couldn't even see through it.

"Huh..."

Immediately after, the killing machine was highlighted.

A dazzling light flashed

to, against the cold and clear eyes of the river, approaching the suffering.

"Look for death!"

Seeing this, the Bitter Sword Master's eyes were disdainful, and in the early stage of the Martial Sect, he dared to stop it?

As soon as he thought of this, the gray sword in his palm suddenly chilled, and with just a slight pick, he changed direction, stabbing Jiang Han directly in the throat, and the awe-inspiring killing intent did not leave any hand.

But in the face of such a killing machine, the phantom killing dagger in Jiang Han's hand appeared and disappeared from time to time, and he did not dodge or dodge, as if he wanted to exchange his life with the bitter sword master.

"Stupid. ”

As if sensing Jiang Han's intentions, the disdain on the face of the Sword Master of Bitterness became more and more intense.

The realm of the late stage of the Martial Sect seems to be only two realms different from the early stage of the Martial Sect, but there is a chasm between them, otherwise, the vast heavenly domain, there will not be only a few people who can fight beyond the ranks.

But it backfired, and at the moment when the Sword Master of Bitter Doom was about to succeed, there was a burst of rich aroma of wine, and his clothes were covered with a layer of ice glass at some point, and a chill suddenly appeared in his heart.

Almost an instinctive reaction, as soon as the Sword Lord of Misery dodged sideways, a blue and white sword light flashed across his body.

Even so, his long sleeves were torn open by half an inch.

The mist rises and falls, and the aroma of wine rages.

The Sword Master of Bitterness stood with his sword in his hand, looked down at his long sleeves, and then looked into the distance, the expression on his face gradually converged, and he became completely indifferent and cold.

"In the early days of the Martial Sect, you are the only one who can hurt me in the Cangyun Heavenly Domain. ”

"Tapp..."

There was a sound of heavy footsteps, accompanied by bursts of rich wine, drunk and crazy holding Yanli Chengyuan, slowly came out, and faced the bitter sword master: "From now on, I am alone." ”

"How daring. ”

The old man of the Sword of Bitterness narrowed his eyes, a slight dangerous chill welled up in his eyes, and his heart was like a tide of murder: "Kill me, you two are not qualified enough." ”

In the face of the murderous intent of the Sword Master of Misery, there was no expression on the drunken man's face, but his heart was full of fighting spirit, and there was a trace of guilt that had not yet dissipated.

"Just try it. ”

In the mist, Jiang Han loomed, and the chill on the phantom dagger became thicker.

......

In front of the Sword Peak, as the Sword Lord of Bitter Doom was swallowed by the mist and gradually moved away from one place, everyone's eyes gradually became solemn.

When the mist had just begun to swallow the Bitter Sword Lord, the warriors of the Slashing Yue Sword Sect, as well as Yu Qian and the others, were all full of disdain.

In their opinion, with the strength of the Sword Master of Bitter Misfortune, he would definitely be able to dispel the mist in a few breaths and kill the inner blockade figures, after all, it was only the early stage of the two Martial Sects.

But as time passed, a full quarter of an hour passed, and there was not the slightest movement inside.

If it weren't for the mist moving all the time, they would have thought something was wrong.

But even so, the fact that the two martial artists of the early realm of the Martial Sect were able to stop the Bitter Sword Master of the late realm of the Martial Sect for such a long time was enough to shock them very much, it was simply incredible.

"It seems that the Sword Master of Misery will not come out anytime soon. ”

The corners of Jun Yi's mouth hooked, the warm smile on his face became more and more intense, and his gaze fell on the other three sword masters from the mist, meaningful: "You... Don't you want to give it a try?"

"I'm right here, don't hide or hide, let you kill me, how about it?"

It's just that in the face of Jun Yi's temptation, no one from the Chopping Yue Sword Sect made a move, together with the warriors who watched the battle from all directions

, I couldn't help but look at each other and feel cold.

"Why don't you make a move, don't speak?"

After a while, seeing that the Slashing Yue Sword Sect was quiet, the smile on Jun Yi's face became brighter, and then he gently raised his hand and touched the seven martial sects in front of him: "Let them move their muscles and bones." ”

"These old people, weak and lazy, if they don't move, I'm afraid they will be weathered. ”

"As a young man who respects the old and loves the young, I don't need to thank you. ”

"Tapp..."

As the words came out of Jun Yi's mouth, there were bursts of footsteps from all directions behind him, as if they had stepped on everyone's hearts.

Let their hearts beat unconsciously.

Everyone's eyes converged, only to see the figure on the sky dome, filled with the majestic coercion of the murderous machine, and there was still a little Haoran holy, suppressed and sinking.

In the void, there was a bright moon, slowly rising under the reflection of the scorching sun, sprinkled with strange moonlight, only to see Jiang Shuang's heroic posture, holding an iron-blooded spear, straight to the sword master.

"Presumptuous!"

The sword master's mouth burst into tears, and his words seemed to be wrapped in strange sound waves, which made people's hearts tremble.

"Ding, ding..."

At the same time, a crisp and melodious sound of the piano pierced the sky, cutting off the sound waves in his mouth, and there were sword rays flashing with pale blue light, heading towards his siege.

Above, Meng Hongchen sat quietly and gracefully.

Dead wood Hanjue placed it horizontally on his lap, gently raised his hand, and eased the strings, which was the undulating rhythm and the sword echoed, so it was not chic, and he looked like a scholar and a genius.

Jiang Shuang's spear is iron-blooded, and he kills the main one.

Meng Hongchen assisted again, and the seven light blue long swords sometimes merged, sometimes divided, which caught people off guard.

In an instant, the Sword Master was besieged by the two.

Around the Sword Peak, many warriors were amazed.

Looking at the dignified appearance of the sword master, it was obviously not easy, and he couldn't help but keep Meng Hongchen and Jiang Shuang in his heart, and he didn't dare to offend.

Based on this, I am afraid that Jiang Han and the drunken madness who fought with the Sword Master of the Heart are also average.

Not only did the Quartet Martial Artists have solemn expressions, but the disciples of the Slashing Yue Sword Sect were also cold, especially when they saw the four people standing in front of them, their faces were even more shocked.

"Boom!"

In front of him, the bloody clothes of the calamity were like a tide, holding a long black stick, like a mad demon, looking directly at the eyes of the blue-shirted sword master, there was a coldness: "The enemy of the son..."

"Kill!"

As soon as the words came out, the calamity Cangsheng shot directly, opened and closed, raised the stick and fell, and shook the void into a burst of hiss.

Seeing this, the blue-shirted sword lord stared at the attack.

When the long sword landed on the pitch-black long stick, his eyes were shocked, and he felt that the sword body trembled slightly, the tiger's mouth was numb, and he was knocked back.

"Hum..."

In an instant, a thick cloud filled the air, quietly coming, and directly erasing its figure.

The next moment, the calamity of Cangsheng, who was slightly forced to retreat a few steps, stepped under his feet, and a terrible roar was heard, and then he raised his stick again, and rushed into the thick cloud with a cold face, and disappeared.

In just a few breaths, three of the four sword masters of the Slashing Yue Sword Sect have been trapped, and the ones who have made a move, and they are also martial artists in the early stage realm of the Martial Sect, which they usually disdain, which has simply reshaped their cognition.

At this time, only the Qixuan Sword Master was left, and he was still standing in place, but his solemn gaze was staring straight ahead.

Don't dare to be careless.