In the entire vicinity of Yulan Mountain, except for the sound of Hanxi and Wanmu Qingdi incarnating and entangled, which sounded from time to time, there was a dead silence at this moment.

Qiuhua couldn't help but gasp. In disbelief, I looked at the scene in front of me.

At this time, I still don't know what kind of magical power Zong Shou has performed, what kind of swordsmanship.

It can only be vaguely recognized, and there are some shadows of the laws of time and space, as well as a trace of cause and effect.

With just one sword, he slashed the incarnation of the True Martial God Monarch. The second sword killed the divine body of Huo Ming Zhenjun again.

It happened that Zong Shou's gaze looked back, and that gaze was obviously indifferent, obviously frosty and cold. But in his eyes, he always felt that there was a strong sense of ridicule in it.

It's as if to say to him, I don't know what kind of arrangement your master Wuxu Palace Master has?

The thought flashed, and Qiu Hua's heart was gradually immersed in despair.

Thinking about it, there are no hole cards, and you can turn things around.

In addition to the three sets of True Martial Sword Formations and spiritual realm level cultivators here, there are more than thirty people, but they can barely fight with one of them, and there is even a chance of winning by one or two points.

It's just that this sect is in a desperate situation and turns the tables, and even kills the real martial arts. Its momentum has been achieved, and the two swords that no one can defeat or solve have long been imprinted into the depths of everyone's hearts, leaving a shadow of fear.

Such a sword, whoever is here will die, and who can stop it?

Even if you know that this sect is guarded, you can't use this kind of swordsmanship indefinitely, and you know that the other party must have performed some secret technique that greatly improves your own realm, and you can't last long, but you still feel afraid.

There was even more hesitation in his thoughts, should he continue at this time, or should he flee?

If the battle continues, there is no hope of victory, but instead it is necessary to lose all of these elite pillars of the Dao Spirit Dome Realm.

But if the disciples of the six sects are abandoned, everyone will flee alone. This time, the Dao Spirit Dome Realm must have seen its reputation plummet. I can no longer convince the public. His master is bound to receive countless rebukes, and the position of the palace master is difficult to protect.

After only a little thought, Qiu Hua had already made a decision, gritted his teeth violently, and threw out a dozen spirit runes from his sleeve.

"Save people! After I come to break off, please form a battle and help Qiuhua!"

In today's battle, he no longer wants to be able to destroy the sect. Just want to be able to lose less.

The moment the voice spoke, I saw two spiritual lights on the opposite side, flying away in the left and right directions.

From afar, it was an earthy yellow puppy and a winged thunder dragon. And where these two guardian spirit beasts pounced, they were two disc-shaped black magic weapons.

It's a sunken astrolabe!

No matter how heavy his heart sank, Qiuhua knew that at this time, he must not delay even half a moment.

The mind moved slightly, and the hands were sealed. A huge white fire phoenix. Again in the air.

The dozen or so spirit runes also burst open one after another, turning into white flames. Import into it.

There were more than 20 spiritual realms in the air, and there were already people who knew the opportunity, and they came behind him with a dodge.

The twelve people stood on one side, and in the blink of an eye, they formed a spiritual array. More than a dozen people worked together in one go, pouring a huge amount of true power soul energy into Qiuhua's body.

The white fire phoenix also immediately exploded and turned into a giant shadow of more than 6,000 zhang. Cover the heavens and the earth. With the power of eclipsing everything, he swept the sky and swooped towards Zongshou.

The remaining dozen or so spirit realms are all dodging, wanting to return to that Yulan Mountain.

No need to be reminded. You will know the meaning of autumn flowers. The disciples of the six sects here can take as much as they can today.

Zong Shouwang looked at it, and his eyebrows were slightly raised.

Do you want to leave? How can it be so easy?

The lives of many spiritual realm monks here, he still has other uses. How can you get away with it?

The power of the pan has begun to fade. The realm of forcible ascension is also retreating.

But at this time, it is not enough to count the three breaths!

The black thunder wings of 3,200 zhang behind him suddenly swelled outward. On the left and right sides, it stretched to more than 6,000 zhang before it stopped.

With a wave and a roll, it collided with the white phoenix. Lei Lie Qianhua and Flame Devouring clashed, and after only a moment's stalemate, they gained a slight upper hand.

...,

The two hedged, and the flames in the sky dissipated invisibly in a moment.

At this time, at the top of Yulan Mountain, there is more soul power at this time, and it is gathered. Inhaled from the nameless sword, it turned into a blue fire, burning in the soul of the sect guard.

There were more than thirty ninth-order spirit stones, which were broken one after another in the hands of Zong Shou.

Within the soul of Zong Shouyuan, the second epiphany at this moment is also slowly opening.

There was another huge wave of soul tides, filling the depths of Zongshou's primordial spirit.

"Forbidden Sky!"

In an instant, the entire 30,000 zhang radius was completely solidified and locked by a powerful intent.

It's not just soul power, but also a fierce sword intent, lingering inside.

The dozen or so spirit realms were caught off guard. None of them succeeded in breaking through the spatial barrier, but were instead eaten by the power of that space-time.

Then in the air, another golden light struck, and in the blink of an eye, four people were injured in a row.

It's so fast that it's beyond the limits of most people's eyesight. Looking carefully, it is the one that Fang Cai Zong Shou is, who can change his human form and use all kinds of swordsmanship and magic powers.

At this time, it changed into a different appearance, with six wings on his back, silver armor, and two pairs of knife arms in front of him.

As soon as the light and shadow flashed, four spirit realms were seriously injured. It didn't kill it either, but just broke through the sea of qi, cut off the limbs, and the blade hit the center of the eyebrows, severely damaging the dead man's soul, making it unable to move.

No matter how frightened Qiu Hua was in his heart, he couldn't care anymore to save the disciples of the six sects on Yulan Mountain.

With the word 'escape' in his mouth, he simply picked up the magic weapon and fled frantically into the distance.

More than a dozen talismans flew out of his sleeve in a row, turning into the shape of a white phoenix again, blocking behind him.

I was at a loss in my heart, wondering why this secret method of guarding and improving the realm could be maintained for so long?

And the rest of the spiritual realm cultivators, at this moment, were also slashing their abilities, and they scattered in all directions, flying away into the distance.

Zong Shou didn't pay attention to it, his heart was lonely, and he immersed all his thoughts in the sword in his hand.

Nine Nine Dragons' Shadow of the Instantaneous Sky!

The sword of the instantaneous sky, but it also has the secret method of cause and effect, the art of fate.

The red light is blazing, this is the way of the killing sword!

Zong Shou's whole person turned into a blood shadow, using the sword as a guide, swimming in this long air.

A flash. It's a ball of blood bursting apart. At the beginning of the spirit realm, three hundred zhang away, he was directly killed on the spot.

All the qi and blood souls were forcibly extracted by Zong Shou's long sword.

The second person, the third person, the fourth person!

The shadow of blood passed everywhere, and no one could escape for his life.

With the sect guarding the body, it gradually filled with qi and blood. A cyan bronze mirror also rose into the sky at this time, like a bright moon. Levitating Skyrim.

Wisps of light like water shine brightly, covering these tens of thousands of square feet.

The more than 20 spiritual realm cultivators who were on the run were all in a slight trance. The light was scattered and stagnant for a moment.

When I came back to my senses, I saw that the sky was shrouded in a black canopy.

It's a 'Falling Sky Sinking Astrolabe'!

Qiu Hua couldn't help but let out an angry howl, hissing and roaring, venting the despair in his chest.

It's just one step, it's just one step! It's just a few tens of feet away. One thousandth breath, and he can escape, escape.

At this time, it was blocked by this sunken star disk. Had to stop for a while.

It only takes a moment to break through this dark curtain, but at this time, where does he have time?

The sword light of the sect guard has arrived! The moment it rushed, it shattered all the eroded fires. and the momentum was like a bamboo, breaking through the qi outside his body, but it did not kill him immediately.

Instead, he broke the chakras of the Qi Sea and cut off his limbs. A little sword edge, point into the primordial spirit. A little real power exploded in the depths of his soul.

Qiu Hua immediately felt that his soul was dizzy and in severe pain, and he fell into a coma, and he didn't know who was going to do it. Fell to the ground.

Zong Shou's sword is still sharp and sharp. The sword merged, and continued to flash in the air.

With the cooperation of Xiao Jin not far away, in just an instant, more than ten spiritual realm cultivators were brought together one after another. Severely wounded, they are all concocted like that autumn flower.

...,

But there were also seven or eight figures, breaking through the black sky, and the figures were panicked and fled into the distance. The light and shadow are extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they disappear.

Zong Shou snorted coldly and did not pursue. With a dodge, he arrived at the top of Yulan Mountain, where the head of Ping'an Dao, along with those eighth-order and ninth-order, had disappeared.

The few spiritual realms that Han Xi rushed back to before had already known the opportunity to escape.

There were only a dozen or so True Martial Swordsmen left who were seriously injured and unconscious due to the shattering of the statue.

It's not that Linghai doesn't save it, but there are Hanxi and his six flying ants watching, and they can't be saved.

These people are smart, and they know that even if they delay for a moment, they may die today.

In addition to this, there is also a set of True Martial Sword Formation, which is still suspended in the air.

But the seven were all pale, and their foreheads were covered with cold sweat. Although he still worships the statue of the Blue Emperor, his expression is full of despair.

Zong Shou stabbed towards the incarnation of the Ten Thousand Wood Green Emperor with a beam of sword intent. The huge divine body, the body was stagnant, the green sword condensed, and looked at it vigilantly.

But ignoring Han Xi, the silver light swept away, and rushed to the vicinity of the peachwood statue.

A few flashes of sword light slashed the idol to pieces! The figure swirled, absorbing the divine power that burst out, and then turned around and slashed the trailing thunderbolt with a single sword, easily and effortlessly.

The incarnation of the divine body of the Ten Thousand Mu Qing Emperor was also collapsing.

Zong Shou didn't look at it, and let the Heaven Swallowing Yuan Transformation Technique devour those divine powers.

With a display of his true power, he dragged the nearly twenty seriously injured Spirit Realm cultivators to his side. Triggered by his divine thoughts, he forcibly pulled the Taiyi Xuankun Array, which was gradually ceasing to function.

"Please Wuxu Palace Master, take the lonely sword!"

Through the magic circle, the sound traveled tens of thousands of miles, reaching the Dao Spirit Dome Realm. He knows that there is no ruin, and he will be able to hear it!

At this time, Qiuhua also regained consciousness. When he raised his head, he found that he had returned to the top of Yulan Mountain. In front of him was the nightmarish, thin figure.

The long sword was dark red, as if it had been smeared with a layer of blood. Man stands in mid-air, mighty and majestic as a prison. The nine-tails appeared, rushing into the sky, making the sect guard at this moment also handsome to the point of being weird.

Blood Sword, Demon Lord—