Brilliant and glorious, the mighty sword qi fell, the shape had not yet arrived, the momentum was first, the sharp and cold energy fell, and a red mouth appeared on Liu Sangong's forehead, the eyebrows were open and the eyes were erect, and faintly, there was the sound of broken bones.

"It's not good, Uncle Shi is dangerous!"

The mighty and endless sword qi appeared, and the heavy coercion shrouded everyone, pressing on everyone, as if carrying a heavy mountain.

Fang Qingyun suddenly had an awe-inspiring expression in his heart, and strong law fluctuations bloomed from his body, and he didn't care about the disciples behind him, his body bounced and rushed towards Wen Chuanting.

Being on the edge of the battlefield, he could still feel the pressure of the sword qi falling, and he was even more oppressed by the colossal momentum in his chest, how could this not make Fang Qingyun's heart frightened, he was still like this, his body was heavy and abnormal, what would be the situation of Liu Sangong who was in the center of the sword qi.

didn't have time to greet his disciples, and he couldn't take care of the elders who were also suppressed by coercion, Liu Sangong was not only his uncle, but also not just the support for him to sit firmly in the supreme position of the head of the sect, Elder Taishang was just an honorific title, and his powerful cultivation was the mainstay of supporting Taitianmen.

In Fang Qingyun's heart, the suppressed elders and sects, even if they trembled under the coercion, bowed their bodies, and even sweated profusely, their appearance was tangled and hideous, and they were vomiting with a mouthful of blood, they were still not as good as Liu Sangong, who was trying his best to resist the sword qi of Tianwei.

Moving forward for only a zhang, the heavy pressure was even more high, and Fang Qingyun, who was running with all his might, seemed to be shuttling through the viscous mud, his body was slow and crawling, the strong law fluctuations bloomed, and the sharp sword was spitting wildly, and he seemed to encounter a hard barrier in front of him, causing his advancing figure to stop sharply, and he watched the vast giant sword fall.

An angry roar resounded through the top of the mountain, Liu Sangong's face was hideous and twisted, and the muscles of his whole body were knotted, clinging to his skin, a dark red light bloomed, and the bubbles shook in the wind, and the arms with green muscles were slowly raised, crossed against his forehead.

With a loud bang, the mountain trembled three times, and the flying gravel jumped in the air, shattered instantly under the heavy crush, and finally disappeared, and the low sound of two puppets hitting the ground was covered by a huge roar, and a little red flower fell.

An inhuman howl sounded in the battlefield, Fang Qingyun raised his head in horror, Liu Sangong, who had lost his arms, jumped up from the embarrassment, and two blood springs flowed down from the broken arms. The hair was in a loose bun, and a long strand of hair could not hide the wound that slashed diagonally from the center of the eyebrows to the cheeks.

The rolled flesh and blood flowed down the hair that covered his face.

"Uncle Shi!"

"Uncle Shi!"

"Elder Taishang!"

Different people have different names, even if they are still shrouded in heavy coercion, at this time, seeing Liu Sangong's miserable appearance, they are sad in their hearts, and they are even more angry.

"Can we still defeat him?"

"Do you want to forget yourself too much?!"

A cry of grief sounded in everyone's hearts, the strongest person in Taitianmen, Liu Sangong of Dinghai Divine Needle, faced this young man who didn't talk like this, they were all so miserable, what would be the result for them?

A sword fell, the stone broke the earth, who would have thought that the result would be like this. Maybe they will regret it, "Maybe Wei Jingtang's suggestion should be carefully considered at that time!"

Subconsciously thought that they ignored the ambition of calling Wei Jingtang a wolf at that time, and now it is regarded as a well-intentioned suggestion.

After a roar of pain, Liu Sangong gritted his teeth, his expression was extremely solemn, a pair of eyes full of hatred and killing intent stared at Wen Chuanting's body, without the suppression of the surging sword qi, his whole body was cultivated to trigger the law of the fire system, his whole body rippled and vibrate, a raging flame jumped, the blood flowing from his arms, and the gas dark red flames.

On the other side, Wen Chuanting also looked solemn, but he was different from Liu Sangong, his eyes were unfocused, and he looked at the void when he lost his mind, but seemed to ignore Liu Sangong who was standing opposite.

No one knows, at this time, Wen Chuanting is also concentrating on the mind and mind, immersed in the sword light that suddenly appeared in his consciousness, brilliant, mighty, a sword fell, chaotic chaos split, was shattered by the behemoth sword qi, a cloud of turbidity separated, between the rise and fall, and was crushed by the chaos again, the vast sword qi appeared again, and the chaos was shattered.

Consciousness is immersed, the long sword in his hand does not stop, there are obviously five people in front of him, but they are flying in the air, every move and style, all of them are reproducing the sword that fell in his mind.

In the mind, the sword momentum is surging, a move is amazingly swordsmanlike, in a wonderful way to split, cut down, every sword is a sword qi vertical and horizontal, heavy pressure descends, suppression on the spot, every sword is dignified, fierce and fierce sword intent blooms.

Everyone present seemed to be facing the sword intent, only to feel that the sword momentum was rushing towards them, and it was difficult to resist.

"Damn, he's breaking through on the verge of a breakthrough!

Liu Sangong suddenly exclaimed, even if his arms were broken, his cultivation was still there, his experience was still the same, and he had already seen the state of Wen Chuanting at this time.

A loud shout woke everyone up, Liu Sangong took the lead in pounced, lost his arms, he still had legs, in the sword qi dissipated, a new sword has not yet been chopped out, a burning flame of leg shadows appeared, slashing at Wen Chuanting, who was immersed in the deduction of sword intent.

Bang!

The earth trembled again, and a bigger roar sounded like a chain, on the platform of the mountain, the sober people couldn't help but be surprised, and some people subconsciously swept their eyes to the periphery of the mountain, they knew that the sword of asking Chuanting not only forced Liu Sangong back, but also shook the entire Qianzhang high mountain, and countless boulders broke away from the mountain and rolled madly down the mountain.

"I don't know how many disciples will die!"

A flash of grief flashed in Fang Qingyun's eyes, and then more hatred and crazy killing intent bloomed in his eyes.

"Besiege and kill him, now is not the time to talk about mercy and rules, don't kill him, when he comes to his senses, we will all die!"

Liu Sangong roared angrily, jumping around Wen Chuanting in general, and dodged the behemoth sword qi that suddenly appeared. He was exhausted, his legs burning with dark red flames frantically, and he couldn't get close to Wen Chuan standing up, even if the law of fire of cultivation was pushed to the limit, he still couldn't avoid the suppression and crushing when the sword qi bloomed.

In the crazy roar, he didn't notice that the many elders and disciples who were around him, vomiting blood, vomiting blood, fell to the ground, only a few people were standing, and his struggling body shook from time to time, even his nephew Quan Jiannan was already bleeding and fell to the ground, and his throbbing body from time to time squeezed out more blood with each sword qi released.

Fang Qingyun rushed up with a pair of scarlet eyes, all the hatred turned into crazy killing intent, the moves were desperate, the style was fierce, and the existence of asking Chuanting was already the biggest stain in his life, and it was difficult to wash away the shame in his heart if he didn't kill him.

Even if he doesn't want to fight for his life, he has to pull Wen Chuanting off the horse, if he can drag him into hell, he will never be soft, otherwise, I am sorry for the thousands of dead disciples, otherwise, it is difficult to face the dead ancestors and ancestors.

The sword intent was boiling, almost reaching the peak, and the sword intent that surpassed Liu Sangong and Fang Qingyun's understanding burst out from Wen Chuanting's body, and the heavy coercion, just the momentum, collapsed the two of them.

A mouthful of blood vomited, they looked at Wen Chuanting who was still immersed in their hearts in shock, if they knew this, they would never lead the wolf into the room, if they knew the current result, they would kill him at the first moment when they knew that Wen Chuanting existed, if they knew that he had a superb understanding and his cultivation was improving quickly, they would order all the disciples to take action and kill him in the bud as soon as they understood Cheng Yu's hatred.

Time cannot be turned back, and they will not know that indulging their disciples will lead to such a tragic result.

A period of hatred that can be avoided can be unintentionally, or intentionally ignored, leads to such a tragic ending.

Rushing forward again and again, being crushed again and again, and being repulsed again and again, many elders, also aware of the danger of the situation, struggled one by one and rushed up, burning qi and blood, consuming life span, and blooming the most powerful means to attack and ask Chuanting who was immersed in their minds.