"Drink!" suddenly there was a loud shout in the temple, and the temple shook, as if even the temple tiles were shaking. In the midst of this shout, Xiao Qinglong straightened up, shouted, and smashed the green brick in his hand towards the double sword that was like scissors to cut everything.

Even Chen Gong can't see the history of this green brick, he only knows that it is not a mundane thing. But now everyone knows how powerful this green brick is. The little green dragon slammed it hard, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder, and the green brick seemed to have smashed through the void and smashed directly at the place where the two swords intersected.

Boom!

It turned out to be a loud sound of gold and iron, and the sharp momentum of the double swords in Changmei's hand that cut through everything was stopped, and the attack was blocked by the green brick, but then a click was heard, and the green brick had been cut in half.

"Oops!" Xiao Qinglong exclaimed, in her exclamation, Zhong Shanxue had already blown out a breath of aura, and the flame in her hand suddenly turned into a wave of fire, as if under her blow, the fire took advantage of the wind to ignite the space.

And at this time, Wuzhen outside had already stepped in, and the golden light on his body was shining, making people dare not look directly.

However, the moment he stepped into the temple, a vicious wind on the right had already rushed over, and a huge axe slashed straight towards his head, which was Zhu Toushan's newly acquired personal magic weapon.

Changmei rushed into the temple too quickly, so that everyone around the statue was a little caught off guard, so that Zhu Toushan and Shell, who were standing on both sides of the door, didn't have time to make a move, and now Changmei had rushed through the temple gate, and when they were about to make a move, Wuzhen just happened to break in.

At this time, Zhu Toushan had already conjured up a pig's head human body, this axe not only had the strength and mana of his body, but also the spiritual power of Tianjian Peak, even if he was a true cultivator, he was unwilling to let him cut this axe on his body.

But just when Wuzhen wanted to block this axe, a strong sense of crisis surged in his heart, and when he looked up, a cold and dazzling dark red light appeared above his head.

This dark red light was really too dazzling, originally Wu Zhen's eyes were closed, and only the eyes on his forehead were opened, but the eyes on this forehead shed tears under this cold and dazzling light, and it was obvious that the divine eyes in his forehead were also hurt.

Wu Zhen couldn't help but snort, and hurriedly closed his forehead and eyes, then the eyes that he could see through all illusions were overflowing with blood after tears, and obviously the injury was not light.

"Ga ......" a crow passed through the roof of the temple, the direction was above the statue of the temple, it appeared strangely and quickly, with the death of the forest and fell straight towards the idol, so fast that people were caught off guard.

All this was just a matter of a moment, and Changmei and Wuzhen felt a flaw and burst into the temple, until Changmei was blocked by Xiao Qinglong's green bricks, and then an overwhelming wave of fire hit.

As soon as he entered this mountain temple, both Changmei and Wuzhen felt heavy pressure, and there was only a surging mist in front of them, the mist was like a wave, but it was like a mountain, and there was infinite pressure exerted on the body between the tumbling.

Fortunately, the double swords in Changmei's hand can cut everything, where the blue and red swords passed, he was immediately forced to open a passage in front of him, before the blue brick smashed the double sword, he did feel the danger, but there was danger everywhere in this temple, and Changmei couldn't tell what was so powerful about the green brick, so the green brick really smashed between the two swords.

Although in the end the green brick was cut by him with great effort, but the previous sharp and unparalleled forward momentum was also blocked, followed by an overwhelming wave of fire, this time he felt a much stronger danger, this danger went straight to his soul.

Changmei was shocked in his heart, but he didn't retreat at all, but rushed directly into the waves of fire, with the sword in front and the person behind. Mana frantically poured into the blue and red twin swords, and two blue and red rays of light intertwined to protect him in it, making it impossible for the flames to get close.

But under the current situation, Changmei himself is not comfortable, because with his current cultivation, controlling a single sword is already his limit, and wanting to master the double sword at the same time is too reluctant for him, and now it is really a last resort, what he thinks in his heart is to quickly break the temple with the double sword and behead the statue, so as not to delay it for too long and cause unexpected changes.

It's a pity that he really overestimated himself, and under the double sword together, he didn't even do his best, at this time, his heart instantly remembered what Jun Wei said, the evaluation of the sword is seven points and three points. At that time, he didn't pay attention to it at all, and now he realized that it was useless to have a peerless spirit treasure alone, and the power of the spirit treasure was not something that anyone could control, and how could a three-point person master a seven-point sword.

It was just a moment of lightning and fire, and the twin swords in his hands frantically absorbed the mana in his body, and the blue and red light were intertwined, giving people a feeling of heart palpitations, as if they were not two swords, but two fierce beasts.

The sea of fire drowned him, but Changmei didn't feel any heat, but felt the weight like a mountain, as if there was a huge force pressing on his body. He knew that this was the mountain god driving the power of the mountains and rivers to wear him out, for him, no matter what spells and magic weapons, they were pale and powerless in front of his double swords, and his only weakness was his own lack of mana, which was too far behind Chen Gong who could drive the spiritual power of Tianjian Peak and even other mountains.

What's more, if he was in the temple, not only would he not be able to communicate with the spiritual power of heaven and earth in the outside world, but he would also have to consume his own spiritual power to resist this endless pressure.

The pressure is like a mountain, not from one side, but from all directions, such as river waves, such as giant peaks, there is no fixed momentum, but it is extremely heavy, wave after wave of pressure, endless.

Changmei still rushed forward with his twin swords, but he was moving extremely slowly, and his steps were extremely small, and his walk was very difficult, as if he was walking underground, and he was opening a path with the sword in his hand.

At this moment, a lotus flower flew down from the statue of the god, flying lightly and flutteringly, but Changmei felt the pressure increase suddenly, and his steps immediately stopped. It's just that although he stopped, the lotus flower did not stop, but as if attracted by something, it fell towards the long eyebrows and fell on the light mask formed by the two swords.

And at this time, it was the crow that fell towards the idol, and it was obvious that the lifeless crow was waiting for this moment, even if the floating lotus flower wanted to stop it, it was too late. But the lotus flower did not stop it, it was still the same speed, elegant and light, but it concentrated the spiritual power of the entire mountain area and fell towards the sword light.

The crow monster screamed, and its claws grabbed the celestial spirit cover of the idol, but it suddenly screamed again in horror, and then flew into the sky.

Changmei didn't move, he didn't seem to see the lotus, but he didn't retreat, the corners of his mouth were already overflowing with blood, and his tenacious character supported him not to retreat. Although he couldn't see that lotus flower, he could sense it, so he wanted to break the crisis in front of him with the blue and red swords at this moment, and hoped to break through this pressure and kill Chen Gong back, he had absolute confidence in the double swords in his hand.

The lotus flower fell, lightly on the light of the blue and red twin swords. At the moment when the lotus flower fell, Changmei saw the lotus flower clearly, and the sword light vibrated and slashed towards the lotus, but this was just what he was thinking in his heart, and the two swords did not move according to his thoughts. Because at the moment when this lotus flower fell, the surging spiritual power was like a mountain pressing on his body from the sky, almost making him unable to even hold the sword, and his body simply knelt to the ground without resistance, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out, and the blood sprayed on the sword.

The sword light trembled again, and the pressure on his body decreased slightly, and this time Changmei finally understood that if he didn't leave, he would die here. He rushed to his feet, pumping his mana into his sword with all his might, and his twin swords flew over, cutting through the pressure restraints around his body. The blue and red swords seemed to be infected by his desperate breath, and the light rose into the sky, flying off the roof of the Heavenly Temple.

Those who were watching from the outside saw the crow rushing into the temple, and after a while, they heard the crow monster rushing out again, and the cry was harsh, but the horror could be heard in the sound.

I saw that the crow that had just rushed into the mountain temple like lightning rushed out at a faster speed, and then rushed out of the white mist, and then turned into black smoke and dispersed with the wind.

At the moment when the crow rushed out, the white mist surged, followed by two illusory dragons, one green and one red, rising into the sky, and the light was lost in the clouds in the sky, revealing long eyebrows holding double swords, and there were bloody red blood marks on the corners of his mouth.

Then there was a red glow in the sky, Wu Zhen was dressed in a gray monk's robe and rose to the sky, and below them was the roof tiles of the temple, which were mixed with the red sword light in the sky, which was brilliant and murderous.

The white fog over the mountain temple was washed away, revealing the mountain temple that had no roof, only to see a statue of a god standing in the middle of the mountain temple, a woman in front of the statue held a green lantern, looked up at the sky, the white fog was still shrouded around, and nothing else could be seen clearly.

The long eyebrows in the sky were scattered, and there was a bloody wound on his chest, and Wu Zhen stood in the sky, his eyes closed, blood flowing from the divine eyes on his forehead to his chin, and there were only three black Buddha beads left in his hand.

The crowd was amazed, wondering what they had experienced in the temple.

And beyond this vast sea of fog, there is a black wind like a pillar, connecting the nine heavens of white clouds on the top and the mountains and rivers below, which is exactly the sword trick of Junwei.

Suddenly, the black wind dissipated and turned into a violent wind, and in the fierce wind, there was a streamer that went straight up to the nine heavens and fell into the hands of a woman in a green robe.

I saw that she lightly clamped the handleless remote light sword with two fingers, the blade was like frost, and the other hand was holding a wine gourd, raising her head and taking a sip, her eyes were no longer looking at people while drinking like before, but her eyes were slightly closed, and her eyelashes appeared very clear on her fair face.

Hengluo, who was originally in the wind, no longer knew when he disappeared without a trace, as if he had never existed there at all. Jun Wei obviously collected the sword after Heng Luo left, but most people didn't see when Heng Luo left.

The chaotic battle ended without warning, Changmei carried two swords on his back, his cloak was scattered, and he stepped away with a wound from his shoulder to his waist, he was trying his best to break through the roof of the temple that had already broken a corner, and was injured by Chen Gong's sword.

Wu Zhen closed his eyes, holding the Buddha beads in his right hand, still trembling slightly, although blood flowed from all three eyes, he still faced the mountain temple, as if he could see the movement in the white mist.