Beauty is in the twilight, and the hero is at an end.

Murong Yeju looked at the sword array swung by the sixteen swordsmen, and suddenly, it was as if he had seen the end of his life. The vicissitudes of life on the old face were filled with tears.

These tears were not sad about his own fate, but hesitant about the future of the sect.

The old man was worried about the sect until he died.

He didn't have to.

Because in a small space above him, a teenager was looking at him anxiously.

"What? want to make a move?" said Fan Jun with a smile.

Ye Junlin nodded, and the Chiyan Sword had already been taken into his hand.

"Senior, how many riders do you think I can kill?" Ye Junlin said with a smile.

"Twenty rides at most. Fan Jun said without thinking.

"Then you'll see. Ye Junlin laughed happily, and then jumped down.

On the ground, thirteen unicorn horses continued to neigh, and in the previous battle, a total of thirteen warriors died under the spear of Murong Yeju.

The rest of the 'White Horse Yicong' was very angry, because the thirteen warriors who died were their brothers, and they had already formed a deep bond with each other day and night.

Therefore, they couldn't wait to kill Murong Yeju and then hurry up.

The sword formation formed by sixteen swordsmen came to the front of Murong Yeju in an instant.

Murong Yeju slowly closed his eyes, his Xuan Power had been exhausted, and he couldn't dodge this blow anymore.

"Break it for me!"

Just when everyone thought that Murong Yeju would definitely die. Above the sky, a crimson thin Lang suddenly flew out, and in the thin Lang, there were thousands of sword qi roaring.

The moment the sword array came into contact, the crimson thin Lang was smashed to pieces.

"Boom!"

The thin Lang slammed into the ground, and a large crater suddenly appeared. Around the big pit, several cavalrymen who had time to dodge in the future were seriously injured in an instant.

Murong Yeju was not harmed in the slightest, because the moment Xi Lang landed, Ye Junlin urged the Xuan Force in the Cold Ice Xuan Mansion and condensed a Cold Ice Xuan Shield, helping him block the impact of the explosion.

The cavalrymen were surprised, because they did not know where the boy had come from.

"Elder, are you alright? Ye Junlin asked.

"You are" Murong Yeju seemed to remember something, but he was stuck in his throat and couldn't speak.

"Elder, you can rest, and I'll take care of the rest. Ye Junlin said, and glanced at the position of Fan Jun above the air.

A ball of blue light flickered around Murong Yeju's body. In the next moment, the figure of Murong Yeju disappeared.

The surrounding 'White Horse Yicong' were stunned, because they had never heard of the magical 'Technique of Transfer'.

There was a hint of excitement in Ye Junlin's eyes, because, from this moment on, this was his battlefield!

On the Red Flame Sword, monstrous flames surged. It's like a long dragon condensed by flames, and in a frown of a frown, there are flames overflowing.

"Swing the sword!"

A leader-looking ** snorted, and the originally somewhat chaotic 'White Horse Yicong' instantly regained his former composure. The sixteen unicorns surrounding Ye Junlin galloped around Ye Junlin at high speed, and Ye Junlin was a little dazzled. And on the periphery of the sixteen unicorns, more unicorns also galloped.

The layers of white horses kept running, like several concentric circles, constantly circling around Ye Junlin, and faintly, like sword qi from the concentric circles.

These sword qi condensed into a protective film, firmly covering every swordsman of the 'White Horse Yicong'.

Ye Junlin was surrounded in the center, but he didn't have the slightest panic.

Fearlessness in the face of danger is a necessary quality for a king.

Ye Junlin held the red flame sword like a fire dragon, secretly observing, looking for the flaws in this sword formation.

On the Nine Heavens Continent, there are many formations. But no matter what the formation is, there will be an 'eye of the formation'. This 'array eye' is the weakest point in this big array.

Before Ye Junlin could find it, the sixteen swordsmen in the innermost circle attacked.

The sound of horses' hooves, trampling on the bluestone slab, the sound of bluestone breaking constantly came, and between the surging sword qi, sixteen sword rays, from eight directions, shot straight towards Ye Junlin.

Sixteen sword rays almost sealed all of Ye Junlin's dodging routes, so all he could do now was to take it hard.

"Sword one, breaking the wind. ”

Ye Junlin's body also rotated with the galloping of the sixteen swordsmen. The red thin Lang rushed out of Ye Junlin's sword, and with Ye Junlin's rotation, the originally straight thin Lang turned into a circle, spreading out in all directions.

Sixteen sword rays, under the attack of that crimson circle, instantly turned into a cloud of shattered rays.

The red circle continued to spread, and in an instant, it came to the sixteen warriors on the outermost stage.

One after another, the fierce sword qi surged, and the sixteen swordsmen continued to use their luck, swinging their swords, and finally scattered the crimson circle.

In this process, Ye Junlin did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, because he was busy recovering his Xuan Qi. The 'Wind Breaking Style' used this time consumed as much Xuan Qi as much as usual.

"It seems that this move can't be used often. Ye Junlin had a bitter look on his face.

Since Ye Junlin abolished Jiang Zhou, the young man with a dark heart and cold eyes seemed to be gone away all of a sudden. A smug boy reappeared in front of the world.

Fan Jun looked at Ye Junlin and smiled slightly: "This guy is still quite 'creative'!"

Sixteen sword rays swept in again. Ye Junlin's Xuan Qi also recovered, and the crimson circle swung out again, and the sword shattered.

The sixteen cavalrymen in the innermost circle, under Ye Junlin's two waves of attacks, had already exhausted their Xuan Qi.

In the second circle, sixteen more swordsmen squeezed in and replaced the original sixteen warriors.

Between going out and entering, there was not a trace of flaw, which made Ye Junlin a little depressed.

The 'Breaking Wind Style' came out again, and this time, Ye Junlin chose to take the initiative to attack.

The crimson thin Lang is advancing in front of it. Ye Junlin followed closely behind, and the Red Flame Sword was raised high, slashing towards the head of a martial artist.

The wind-breaking style approached, and the eight warriors in the innermost circle hurriedly resisted the thin Lang.

And at this moment, Ye Junlin's long sword, like the scythe of death, quietly descended.

Under the double attack, the warrior panicked instantly. Although he was in the sword formation, his combat power had been increased several times, but from the root of it, he was still just a high-level mystic.

"Poof!"

Ye Junlin's Red Flame Sword was heavily embedded in the warrior's head, and some disgusting red and white things flowed down.

It's like a 10,000-mile causeway, and suddenly a crack appears, and then the whole embankment is washed apart. The death of that martial artist caused a trace of chaos in the originally orderly sword formation, although it was only a moment, it was enough to deal a fatal blow to them.

Ye Junlin seized this moment, crossed a one-horned horse, swung the long sword back and forth, and in the blink of an eye, two more swordsmen were beheaded by him.

A little bit of figure, Ye Junlin's figure changed again, and after a breath, another swordsman died under his sword.

Seeing the situation, the commander of the 'White Horse Righteous Servant' issued an order to the team, and then the huge cavalry team silently changed, and a new sword formation was formed again.

This sword formation seemed to be very different from Fang Cai's sword formation, and Fang Cai's sword formation only caused the oppression of momentum. And now this sword formation, but in terms of soul and momentum, it has caused a double blow to Ye Junlin.

In front of Ye Junlin's eyes, those galloping cavalry suddenly became blurred. Sometimes you can see their movements, sometimes you can't.

"Illusion?" Ye Junlin muttered.

Just when Ye Jun was stunned, behind him, several sword rays swung out.

didn't have time to defend, Ye Junlin's back was hit hard. The clothes were shattered, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the sword sent Ye Junlin straight away.

The four swordsmen in front of Ye Junlin straightened up their long swords as if they were stabbing and charging.

Ye Junlin's body flew straight towards the four long swords. If he couldn't block this blow, Ye Junlin was afraid that he would fall with hatred.

"What a terrible sword formation. Ye Junlin muttered