"A broken sword, how can it hurt your Grandpa Ziyun!"

Ziyun Lao Dao raised his palms and penetrated Zhou Tian with a sinister aura, and a shout resounded through the mountains and forests.

He swept away the oncoming blade of the sword, turned sideways, and then clenched his fingers into claws, and purple flames erupted from his palm, instantly clinging to the sword body.

Immediately, a foul and bloody aura infected the blade of the sword, like a black vein, which instantly took root in the sword and snapped into it.

Ying Wuqiu felt that his induction with the Dao Sword seemed to be fading, and his face couldn't help but change greatly, instilling the spiritual energy of all his bodies, his wrist flew around, and a sword qi swept away the filth.

Bang.

The two of them withdrew from the spirit and spirit, walked up the swamp for a moment, and swooped down again.

The old way is in the north, and there should be no need in the south, and the two of them shot towards the center of the swamp repeatedly, shattering all the endless dry bones.

In the roaring sword intent, the ancient tree was cut off and fell to the ground with a thud.

The Sheng Jing disciples had to quickly leave the battlefield to dodge the falling torso and sharp dead branches.

And the infant spirit was not afraid at all, and turned into black smoke to catch up.

Buzz –

The sword roared loudly, and the fighting spirit was high.

Ying Wuqiu slashed three swords in front of him, and the sword supported the qi of the imperial road, like a god beating a drum, with a huge momentum, and slashed straight towards the upper, middle and lower three courts of the demon road.

He had already instilled all the aura in Zhou Tian, whether it was the Imperial Summon, the Imperial Driver, or the Qingjun Side, they were also the strongest three swords in the Imperial Dao Sword.

This place is full of evil energy, and even the aura is difficult to penetrate, and the demon road occupies the right time and place, if it is not solved as soon as possible, I am afraid that there will be endless troubles in the future.

"What, in a hurry? Do you think you can do whatever you can to me? ”

The Purple Cloud Demon Dao chuckled three times, stretched out his sleeves, and dense black needles flew out of the huge cuffs, passing through the wind, and it was the famous sleeve in the Dao scroll records.

Hum, the sword picks a thousand needles, and most of the sword qi is consumed, and it already seems that the remaining strength is insufficient in front of the demon Dao, and it is even a little shaky.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Demon Dao took out a mallet from his sleeve, smashed the long sword in front of him fiercely, and quickly approached.

"Not good!"

Ying Wuqiu was shocked and turned around repeatedly with the sword piercing the ancient tree as a fulcrum, intending to avoid pursuit.

But the glittering mallet seemed to have eyes, and pursued it without stopping, neither fast nor slow, as if it were playing.

Bang –

The mallet fell, stirring up a vast evil light, and it would be too late to smash the sword in the future.

Under the mallet wind, the grass and trees are yellow, and the green bricks and black tiles are instantly covered with a strange color, and the intensity of the poisonous gas can be seen.

"This swamp pool is of no use, even my Dao Sword has slowed down!"

Ying Wuqiu had been beaten so embarrassed, he roared in anger and shame, rose to the sky, immediately summoned the sword in his hand, and slashed it.

But how could Ziyun Lao Dao give him a chance, and his round arm was smashed down with another mallet, and the heavy energy rushed directly towards his heavenly spirit.

"The demon Dao is so powerful, even the senior brother is not an opponent!"

"Senior brother!"

The Sheng Jing disciple was shocked, and in a panic, he was almost haunted by the infant spirits around him.

Although this old man was alone, why was his momentum so strong, he could barely raise his head after several shots.

Ying Wuqiu's face was pale, and his eyes cracked as he looked at the constantly falling mallet.

"It's really stupid, since you don't take advantage of the time and place, you should lead it elsewhere first and then use all your strength."

"Do you understand the bonus range of dodging opponents? What's the difference between this and fighting for whose blood is thick in someone else's house? ”

Well? I really have the potential to be a keyboard warrior.

Chen Feng, who was leaning on a banyan tree, sighed slightly, and he couldn't stand the performance of Sheng Jing's disciples.

He quietly flicked his fingers in his sleeve, and pointed out a faint willow leaf in the wind, and struck straight at the mallet-wielding old man.

This mental power is invisible and shadowless, all by the fusion of aura and divine sense, after falling into the air, it rises against the storm, and after a few trembles, it stabs fiercely towards the mallet of the old way.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the mallet exploded, and debris flew everywhere.

Lao Dao was suddenly shocked, and suddenly looked around: "Who?" Hiding in the shadows? ”

Ying Wuqiu, who had recovered his life, was overjoyed, summoned his sword, and directly pierced one of Lao Dao's arms with a sword blade, and blood splattered three feet in the field.

"Thank you seniors for their pity, the juniors were just careless, and then this demon will be good-looking!"

Ziyun Dao Chang was in pain, hugged his arms and retreated three feet, and his eyes suddenly narrowed into a long line: "Senior? Where did the seniors come from? You stinky boy, Hugh is going to bluff me! ”

"There is a senior in the shadows, he wants to take me as an apprentice, and he is testing my sword heart, and the move just now is left by the seniors, and the end of your demon road has come!"

There's a master nearby?!

Daoist Ziyun looked at the handle of the exploding flower mallet in his hand, and his face suddenly became solemn.

This gavel is said to have been passed down for thousands of years, and it is the deathbed work of a master of refining, and it is actually destroyed like this, it seems that this hidden figure is definitely not to be underestimated.

Could it be that he is really in a catastrophe and cannot escape?

Sonor!

When he lost his mind, a gust of sword wind suddenly set off.

Ying Wuqiu slashed down with his sword, like a hidden dragon soaring into the abyss, and he skipped the quagmire and attacked it directly.

"You dare!"

Ziyun Lao Dao's eyes were red, and he shouted viciously, and then raised his hands to the sky, and the black light in his palm pierced through the stratus clouds and reached the sky.

Boom –

With a loud bang, heavy dry thunder suddenly flew down from the thick clouds, shining with a fierce crimson black light, like a long knife cutting through the barrier of space.

The sword qi that was like a dragon flying into the sky was crushed in an instant,

"There are so many ways for this wicked man? Can it drive away the light of the sky? ”

Ying Wuqiu's eyes widened, and it was incredible to look at the scene in front of him.

He is also at the peak of the innate realm, and he can't borrow the power of heaven and earth to enter the sword, but this evil cultivator in front of him is easy?

Although the innate peak is called a half-step grandmaster, it is still very different from the immeasurable realm, and there is no reason to use the power of heaven and earth at all, there must be fraud in this.

But now there is no room to think about it, so he has no choice but to grit his teeth, shout angrily, draw his sword and leave, and face the black sky thunder head-on.

His sword is wild and domineering, and the aura of the imperial road is incomparably vast.

But only he knew that the self-confidence in this sword intent was only half a point, or even less than half a point.

"How did Senior Brother's sword become so weak?"

"No, this sword intent is unstable!"

Chen Feng's face sank, the two of them were able to fight so differently, it seems that the outside world's praise for Ying Wuqiu is really exaggerated too much.

Do you hesitate when you find that your opponent has a means that you can't guess? Can't even hold on to the sword?

Or is it because you believe that there is a senior who is secretly observing, so you always leave room for it? Even the sword qi that slashed out became so weak and weak.

If such a person goes to the battlefield, he will surely die no less than 100 times in a minute.

Buzz –

Ying Wuqiu's sword and the heavenly thunder overlapped fiercely, and suddenly there was a deafening crackling sound, and the swamp pool suddenly turned into a sea of fire.

But the feeling from the tip of the sword made him stunned suddenly.

Chop...... Empty?

This heavenly thunder has no power at all, it is just in vain!

Ying Wuqiu turned his head suddenly, looking behind him with a pale and bloodless face.

With the help of the fake thunder, the Purple Cloud Dao man was holding a long knife with both hands at this time, and stabbed him fiercely in the back of the heart.

"Senior, help, senior!!