Losing control, the five arms that were clenched into fists lost their spirituality, and they were cut off in a short time.

The sword qi rotated, converging into a substantial big sword, the rungs were in front of him, the sword light fell, with a click, the big sword fell horizontally, decomposed in mid-air, and was reduced to a series of small sword qi, most of the consciousness imprinted by a knife was slowly dissipated in the air, and the remaining part rotated and converged, forming two small storms.

The twists and whirls collided together, converging into a huge storm that slammed into the figures in close proximity.

The body is stiff, the consciousness is still there, and the knife slashes on the body, suppressing the physical body, and unable to suppress the invisible consciousness. There is Siyu to protect himself, consciously control the sword qi, and he comes back in one breath, and he is very angry and angry, and his anger is burning.

The body moved horizontally and twisted the hips, avoiding the falling slash, the waist twisted, the upper half leaned back, the arms turned horizontally, and the long sword stabbed the figure obliquely.

"Oh no, forget he's not flesh!"

The long sword stabbed out, piercing into the body of the figure, the void was not forced, it was the same as stabbing in the air, and the long sword in his hand was half submerged into the figure, and before it could turn around, the fierce sword light had already been cut down.

The two sides fought to the death, fighting for their lives, but asked Chuanting but forgot that the other party's body was just a mixture of blood and demonic energy, not a real body.

A knife fell, huge ripples rippled, and Wen Chuanting was forced to roll backwards in embarrassment.

Fighting with his life, not really sacrificing his life, Wen Chuanting believes in the red light film in front of him, it is better to believe in Siyu's ability, which is also the reason why Wen Chuanting gave up defense and dared to attack ruthlessly.

If there was no layer of light film released by Si Yu, he would not dare to let go of the storm protection formed by the sword qi, there was only one life, and the figure would not show mercy, the sword light that faintly split him directly in half could divide him into two with the sword qi storm of the protective body.

The knife light rises again, followed by the backward rolling Q Chuanting, in the sound of the clanging, Q Chuanting has become a rolling gourd, so, the figure does not let go, the knife walks, the rabbit rises and falls, a heavy lift, the rolling Q Chuan Ting kicks away, the knife light flies, forming light and shadow, and slashes at the nowhere to focus on the body of the Ask Chuan Ting.

A large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, Wen Chuanting glared angrily, and his body struggled to stab straight with his sword in the tumbling of his body, and the blood-colored sword light penetrated the red light film, ignoring the falling sword light.

The figure ignored it, approached fiercely, raised its foot and kicked again.

The two were already very close, and Wen Chuanting showed a hideous smile on his face, as if he had forgotten that the long sword could not harm the figure, the long sword slashed at the kicked legs and feet, the sword qi was vigorous, the soul power was furious, one leg jumped apart, fell from the knee, the long flag shook, and the fallen calf spread out in the air, reduced to demonic energy and blood, and returned to the six soul flags without waiting for the reverse current, and was absorbed by the powerful suction of the six soul flags and incorporated into itself.

The ten-layer formation staggered and moved, running wildly, and the blood and demonic qi fell into it, which was instantly decomposed and refined, forming its own power.

Losing a leg, the balance of the figure's body was broken, and the speed dropped by one line, Wen Chuanting seized the opportunity, and the moment his foot hit the ground, he was already bouncing up quickly, swinging his sword one after another.

Four different sword intents burst out, killing intent raging, bloody, desperate intrusion, and psychedelic blooming with the most brilliant face. The sword qi is horizontal, the four parts are reorganized, and the four transparent sword shapes that stand up to the sky and the earth stand tall, divided into four directions, and the sword intent is intertwined, dividing the space.

In the blink of an eye, the figure had changed dramatically in front of him, the earth outlined horizontally by the sword qi and sword light disappeared, the four huge transparent long swords that seemed to be substantial disappeared, and the question of Wen Chuanting with a red turtle shell on his head was also gone.

The figure was puzzled, fully alert, and the blood and qi of the severed thigh surged, and the demonic qi rolled, stretching outward, and after a while, a complete leg and foot that was exactly the same as before appeared.

This is not without a price, and every time a limb is reborn, it takes a lot of energy. Where does the energy come from? The human figure has no body, no source of energy, and no immortal body, and the body it is also the demon blood and demonic energy left by the demons outside the sky in the Blue Moon World.

Two limb rebirths in succession, just looking at his thin body, you can see that his strength has been thinned a lot.

"You forced me!"

The four sword intents came out at the same time, and Wen Chuan was a little crazy, his hideous face was like a wild laugh, and the corners of his grinning mouth were still dotted with traces of blood.

"You're lucky, I'm not yet perfecting the sword formation, you're the first to see it, enjoy it slowly!"

With a finger of the long sword, a sword qi burst out, shooting into the sword array, the sword qi swam, and the four substantial long swords hidden in the air trembled one after another, each bursting out with a sword qi, and it merged into a sword qi in the space that the figure could not see, fusing into a sword qi, penetrating the space, and suddenly appearing behind the figure.

Silently penetrating the figure, appearing in front of him, disappearing leisurely, a handful of blood demonic qi spewed out, without waiting for the figure to recover, the four swords moved again, and the blood demonic qi disappeared, and at the same time, the long sword reappeared on its side, fast as lightning, and crossed again.

Two punctures in a row, bringing out a lot of blood demonic qi, were deeply hidden and isolated by the sword array, sent out of the sword array space, the outside world, without waiting for the blood demonic qi to gather, asked Chuanting to shake the six soul flags, and instantly swallowed up the blood demonic qi that had just appeared.

After a while, the sword qi in the sword array is no longer a line, criss-crossing and shutting, and the eyes are full of sword qi, shuttling uncertainly, hidden space, and suddenly appearing, allowing the figure to sway the sword light, turning into a light wheel guard, still unable to resist the elusive sword qi.

Cough!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, his consciousness was in a trance, and the four swords and figures in front of him shook from side to side, and the figures were heavy.

At the moment of spurting blood, there was a flaw in the sword qi in the sword array, and the figure sword was dazzling, and it hit the sword qi that suddenly appeared, and it was ...... The sword qi shattered, and a gap appeared in the sword array.

"Haha...... You can't trap me!" An arrogant howl came out, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of Wen Chuanting's eyes, slashing it with a knife, with the artistic conception of annihilating everything.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, the sword array was broken, the power was reversed, and the injuries were added to the injuries, only to feel that the internal organs were very colic, as if someone was cutting them with a knife, slowly getting the knife down, so that the pain spread completely, not a knife, but several, dozens, hundreds of stabbing at the same time, cutting at the same time.

"Is this native crazy? Or was he stupid by the momentum of my breakthrough through the sword formation?"

The figure was puzzled, and a knife fell, and Wen Chuanting did not dodge, did not block, but had a faint smile on his face.

Asking Chuanting is not stupid or crazy, the figure jumped out of the sword formation, which is expected, the imperfect formation traps the existence of the same realm, it can only be trapped for a while, not for a lifetime. He was injured first, and he set up an imperfect sword formation, but it was too expensive to supply the sword formation, and the supply of the sword formation could not last long.

"However, this is enough, while consuming your strength, it also allows me to find the location of your remnant soul consciousness!"

A confident smile bloomed, the long sword pointed obliquely to the ground, motionless like a mountain, the left hand erected the middle index finger, and the sword finger pressed unhurriedly on the center of the eyebrows, the long knife fell, standing on the red light film, and at the same time the sword finger was off the center of the eyebrows, pointing to the figure.

"Ah......h

Pointing to stop, the figure screamed miserably, thin as paper, indifferent as smoke, the body shook violently, his face changed suddenly, hideous and terrifying, the blood and demonic qi all over his body boiled, and began to disperse, out of control, and permeated.

"You think you have escaped the sword formation, everything is fine, how can you escape my soul attack against your remnant soul!"

The demon's smile bloomed, the killing intent in his eyes flowed wildly, and the big banner in his hand shook, rapidly devouring the demonic qi and blood scattered in the air.

The sword qi exploded, unleashing a stormy attack that accelerated the dissipation of the figure's figure.

A soul attack is not enough to defeat the figure, and Wen Chuanting has no habit of waiting, let alone a respite with the enemy. The opportunity must not be lost and will not come again, and an oversight is very likely to be exchanged for a catastrophe.

The miserable screams continued, there was too much demonic qi and blood dissipating, the six soul flags were running to the extreme, the pitch-black flags were dyed red, and there was still too much blood and demonic qi in the air.

Wen Chuan couldn't help but be a little anxious, and launched a soul attack again, his face was pale and terrifying, and he saw that the figure was still screaming wildly, without any sign of dissipation, and his sword couldn't help but press his eyebrows again.

Before the attack could be issued, the screams stopped abruptly, and an explosion sounded, and a large blood-black mushroom cloud rose, and Wen Chuanting's face was happy, and then suddenly changed color.