The six of them did not give up, and gathered a powerful offensive again and again, chasing and killing the white-clothed marquis.

The white-clothed marquis retreated a few feet, and once again dodged the cold attack of the six people, but he didn't think so at all. He seemed to have eyes behind him, the sword dance was wild, Jin Ge collided, and countless sword qi burst out from the long sword. But the white-clothed marquis has already changed his appearance, his flowing hair, flying in the air, like a terrifying demon god. 

Raising the sword with one hand, pointing to the vast blue sky, he solemnly said, "Sword momentum, swinging the sky!"

In an instant, the endless sword qi rushed out of the sky, hooking the wind and clouds of heaven and earth, and for a time the wind and clouds between heaven and earth surged, flying sand and stones, and the sky formed a huge tornado, emitting from the tip of the sword, and the sky was dark.

The sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and the blood and qi Changhong rushes to the universe, and between the swords, it is to slaughter the world and chase the Central Plains. 

Countless strong people in heaven and earth are all looking up, and there are also Taoist hidden masters, saying: "This sword is extremely strong, hooking the general trend of heaven and earth, it can be matched by the Dao, who uses it?"

"Back to the ancestor, when you are the contemporary Extreme Dao Sword Master Li Xiaohuan, you can be so powerful!" someone looked up at the sky, thought for a moment, and bowed his head and replied respectfully.

"The power of the Extreme Dao, who dares to be angry?!It's sad!" the old Taoist shook his head and sighed, also regretful!

Ye Qing and his entourage, who had gone away, stopped and stood outside Baizhang, looking back, and a sense of fear arose in their hearts.

Oh my God, what kind of existence is this? It can seduce the power of heaven and earth, and use the power of heaven and earth to trigger infinite sword intent. They didn't dare to imagine it, but their heartstrings shook and shook their souls!

Broken Cloud Cliff, the six great grandmasters all turned pale in an instant, frightened and frightened, lost their souls, turned around and fled, without making any stops. Because, they felt an unprecedented endless killing power from the sword momentum that shook the heavens and the earth, and their hairs stood on end, and they did not dare to stop at all. Otherwise, they believe that if they stay for even a little time, they will inevitably be crushed!

Slash –

With this sword slash, everyone stopped attacking, forgetting that they were in battle, and some people were fascinated.

The dust was flying, the sand was flying, the wind was blowing, the entire Broken Cloud Cliff was roaring, the sword light flickered, and five of the six great masters had hideous and frightened faces, and were swept by the sword light, and instantly turned into smoke and dissipated the world, and only one person lost an arm, and escaped by luck, seriously injured and dying.

At the severed arm, the blood flowed like an infusion. And mixed with the blood and mud, covering the whole face, making his whole person look extremely embarrassed, he only had fear in his eyes, he didn't dare to turn back, he just ran desperately, he was already frightened, and his soul was lost. 

"Let Ben Hou meet Er again, and he will be punished with a sword!"

During the escape, the voice of the white-clothed marquis came, warning him, and the man immediately sped up his speed as if he had seen a ghost, running for his life, his body was like a gust of wind, blinking hundreds of meters. He burst into tears, and he ran all the way to pee.

Alas! It's a pity that a generation of grandmasters and a generation of strong men has lost all their life's strength, their life's glory and glory! It is really sad, and I have to sigh at the invincibility of the white-clothed marquis, who shook the world with a sword.

As the saying goes, a sword shines through the ages, and the white-clothed marquis of the town!

The six grandmasters were defeated, and those people lost their backbones, their morale plummeted, and they all wanted to run away without the idea of fighting.

"Don't let one go, don't leave one, kill!" In the carriage, Liu Chen's voice was like thunder, echoing throughout the Broken Cloud Cliff, especially the word "kill", the killing intent was Ling Ran, and it was terrifying.

Helplessly, everyone began to fight to the death, and they didn't want to die, so they could only fight hard, let go, and make a way out. In the crowd, there is no shortage of innate masters who have lost their grandmasters.

Especially Liu Yun, he killed five or six congenitals by himself, his spirit was not weak, and his killing intent was endless.

You see, there was a man who came in a carriage, and he intercepted him.

He rose into the air, spun in the air, and waved a brilliant curtain of light, like a little star falling from the starry sky, the light curtain cut out the rainbow rays that shot out, and resolved the nightmare of death. Then the long sword swung out, and the dazzling sword light rushed straight up, like a brilliant silver dragon, as if it was about to connect with the lightning that fell from the sky.

As soon as the sword flashed, the man flew out upside down, with no life, he was like a demon slayer, with the invincible posture of the innate realm, not inferior to the white-clothed marquis of the grandmaster realm!

"Withdraw, withdraw, withdraw"

Thousands of people are left with less than 300 people, they are scared, the so-called rabbit dead dog cooking, one by one if the frightened birds, scattered and fled, Liu Chen's order, the Liu clan hundreds of people are unscathed, launched a crazy pursuit, thousands of miles of pursuit!

Liu Yan, a young man of the Liu tribe, crisscrossed the enemy camp with one knife and one knife, slashing down one after another, and one after another fresh life, falling to the ground as one corpse after another with residual warmth.

The young man who was clamoring to compete with him, not to be outdone, pushed all the way, slashed left and right, and one by one the fresh lives fell into a pool of blood like a river.

Looking for a few jars of sorrow, like the wind exhausting the quicksand and inhabiting the white bones, there is no laughter under the blood shadow, scattered in a barren river and a handful of soil, I let the dust of the past be like a frontier, can not extinguish the fire in the heart, the hot tears escaping from the eyes, scorched into a light on the horizon, if the story hides thousands of calamities, fall into the dream one by one, the red dust turns a thousand times, the established ending, the jade steps empty a few blood rain.

The entire mountain stream and valley were chaotic and chaotic, and the whole battlefield was chaotic, with stumps and broken arms flying sideways, and flesh and blood blurred. There was a miasma of smoke and a mess.

Of all those who fled, none of them really managed to escape. I saw the white-clothed marquis, one person and one sword alone at the mouth of the cliff, but whoever crossed the line, one sword punished him, without mercy, he was like a demon god, an unshakable mountain, pressed in the hearts of these people.

Behind, the people of the Liu tribe rushed up frantically, and everyone complained and complained, crying bitterly, and tears flowed with tears. Feng Ning and the others also had red eyes, and rushed into the crowd where they lost their armor and killed without mercy.

What's more, a handful of snot and a handful of tears, kneeling in front of them, kowtowing and begging for mercy, the head broke and the blood flowed, but in exchange for the slightest mercy, a sword went down, the head was in a different place, and the eyes of death were always fearful.

It was a one-sided massacre, with no one mourning for those who died, and no mercy from anyone. It was these people who were excited to cut off their heads or those around them, and to go back to ask for merit and rewards, and they did not deserve their mercy.

He is well aware of the truth that "kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself."

The smoke of gunpowder is filled, the blood is flowing here, the corpses are all over the field, and occasionally a few crows fly down, pecking at the flesh and blood on the corpses, showing sadness.

The white-clothed Hou put away his sword, turned around and left, and said leisurely, "Hurry up and send someone to clean up here, Benhou and the stinky boy will leave!"

The carriage was moving, and the groom was deceased, dying in the chaos of arrows. Liu Yun had to personally lead the horse-drawn cart, crush the corpses, and leave the Broken Cloud Cliff. On the wheels of the car, the blood was dripping and low, crushing out two slender traces of blood, which dissipated in the distance. Feng Ning and the others wept sadly, and there were only the two of them left in the twenty-one Kou, this is a real great sorrow!

More than a dozen fresh lives left the two of them one by one, and they were still laughing and talking happily a few hours ago. But now, heaven and man are separated forever!