In order to break the stick composed of dozens of flying swords in one fell swoop, the old woman sent all four of her subordinates, among them, compared to the monk who had died due to "recklessness", the remaining three cultivated stronger should be changed to Lao Lao, the position is slightly behind, and of course the preparation is more sufficient.

Because of this, they escaped, and because of this, they received the violent attack of the thirteen langs. In hindsight, if there was a chance to choose again, the three of them might have preferred to die under the sword, at least more heroically.

"This is"

The front of them all fell down, and the three monks were as shocked as everyone else.

Suddenly, the pioneers, who were supposed to be strong and tough with swords and sticks, fell down collectively without doing anything, and the people behind them were like weeds, but they were unprepared and no one organized, what could they do in a hurry?

Helpless and instinctive, the demon used his body to carry the demon spirit and turned it into a rain of blood and shattered, with a slight effect.

Knowing that he couldn't stop the sword and stick from running rampant, it would be difficult for the three of them to fight like a demon general. In shock, facing the brilliant sword light that rushed to their faces, the three of them did not hesitate to bow their bodies, and at the same time used the unprepared supernatural powers and magic weapons to display, but it was no longer to break it, but to protect themselves.

They want to dodge, they want to deflect it

And they succeeded.

The sword stick is powerful, but it is not a sword. Without the accumulation of exercises, the offensive composed of dozens of people and dozens of wills will only monotonously move forward and kill all the way, and they can't chase a certain target like a real flying sword, so

The three demon hunters were half-lying on the ground, either stroking their chests and patting their hearts to rejoice, or holding half of the magic weapon and shouting bad luck. On their faces, there was not much pride in the success of breaking the law, only frustration and remorse.

Two of the three monks are major cultivators, and their magical powers are not weak. The quality of the magic weapon is not high, and the desperate desire is not strong, so that with the strength of only three people, the sword stick condensed by dozens of people was smashed to the brink of collapse.

But they were not at all happy, for it was only then that they realized how stupid and unnecessary it was, and that the sword and the stick seemed to be mighty. It's actually just a clumsy stick that can be dodged

You don't need to fly, you just need to jump a little higher, and a simple layer of protection is arranged under your feet; you don't need to jump, you just need to put down your face and lie on the ground, and you can make it futile by putting down your face and lying on the ground. It is true that because the sword stick is too powerful and fast, the three of them have no time to command many demon generals to dodge. Doomed to heavy casualties.

What's that?

Anyone can see that this sword has exhausted all the spiritual cultivation, and it can be won without a fight; as for the demon general, the demon spirit was originally a tool used to sacrifice the bottom, how can it be worth the pain of the demon hunter?

As a result now, the three of them broke the law in exchange for life for many demon generals, but they were not lightly injured because of this encounter, and their blood was churning in their chests for a long time. Even the most proud magic weapon was destroyed because of this. In addition, this collision hit. There are countless demons and demons that will be affected, and I am afraid that the number of swords and sticks will be more than the number of swords.

"Why bother?"

After the catastrophe, the three people who were angry, crying and laughing, and had complicated thoughts looked at each other, and then looked at the messy and miserable situation around them, looking a little dazed.

In a daze, muffled thunderous voices exploded in his ears one after another. At the core of the battlefield, a ten-meter crater was knocked out on the ground, and all the rocks that were larger than a fist were shattered in this collision.

Smoke rose from a height of 100 meters in the air. The middle was dyed red by flesh and blood, like a naturally generated three-dimensional painting, and the rushing stones flew in all directions, whining and tearing the air and shooting out holes one after another, piercing through countless demon generals with powerful bodies, and almost beating Ran Buzhen at the far end into a sieve.

"Roar!"

The huge body like a mountain shot out a spring of blood, and Ran Bu raised his hand and threw out the demon general in his hand, crumbling.

In the center of the picture, the sword and stick stumble out of the chaotic fog, like a wild bull that has smashed through the mountains, and its forward momentum is greatly reduced. On the body of the stick, the flying swords were broken and withered, as if they had been gnawed by demon beasts, revealing several gaps. At the same time, everyone on the slope spurted blood, at least four of them died on the spot, seven or eight people were seriously injured and damaged the roots, and the rest were all pale and pale, and it was almost difficult to maintain the flying sword to continue to kill.

When a flying sword is destroyed, the monk is bound to be injured, but it is rare for him to be shocked to death, and the reason why the students do so is because they use liliang that is far beyond their own capabilities. People often say that you have to pay as much as you get, which is the price you need to pay to compose jianzhen and improve the power of the flying sword, and it is also their choice.

The students are like this, not to mention the few remnant cultivators who presided over the formation in the center, the moment the sword stick broke through the barrier of the three cultivators, two of the four remnant cultivators split their heads, and one of them collapsed physically, and the rest of the situation was the best, and they could only lie on the ground and vomit blood, and there was no strength left to condense the flying sword into one.

"Wash my shame with my blood, with my will"

A monk covered in blood and whose body seemed to have been skinned struggled to stand up, his two hollow eye sockets facing the mountain, tremblingly raised his finger to the opposite side, and let out a life-time angry howl.

"Wash, shame, ah!"

The primordial spirit and the body can often be regarded as two separate entities, and when the monk's body collapses, the primordial spirit escapes, which seems to be equivalent to a second life. But in some extreme cases, the monks have a second option, to use the power of the primordial gods to forcibly maintain the physical body, in exchange for more liliang, at the cost of the primordial gods and the body are severely damaged, as is the case with the four monks at this carving.

"Wash my shame with my body and soul!"

In the center of the array, the monk whose body had been destroyed flew up the remnant soul, swept the air like lightning and caught up with the group of untouchable sword sticks, and then exploded like smoke and walked around, forcibly twisting the remaining dozen flying swords together, and the brilliance was sharp again.

"Wash away my shame with my life!"

Pengpeng sounded again twice the two survivors of the guarding formation collapsed one after another, and the primordial god swept like the person before, the same as if to maintain jianzhen.

The teleportation array is related to the safety of countless spiritual cultivators, and each monk in charge of guarding it has issued a blood curse when they are chosen, vowing to live and die with the formation. Now that it has been half a year since the destruction of the battle, the damned people are still alive and well, suffering every day between life and death.

Wash away the shame, and the heart of the Tao is peaceful. Since then, entering reincarnation and seeking the next life is not to avenge grievances, but to complete another kind of Taoism.

"Kill!"

The three seriously injured students who had no hope of continuing their Taoist career got up one after another, and calmly clenched their fists at the people around them, without much frustration on their faces.

The old student looked emotional, and said slowly: "Since entering the outer realm. There were hundreds of fierce battles in the Daoist Academy, and no matter who they were against, a team of more than ten people had never failed. The battle of advent is so bad, and there are also sword venerables who ride a million miles alone, and they are invincible and famous with a single sword. Among the students, the Quartet Alliance was born because of the Thirteen Senior Brothers, and was created by the Night Fairy himself, laying a century-old victory in one fell swoop. ”

The middle-aged student's face sank like iron, and he said indifferently: "The one who is about to die." It's not like we're rambling, but please remember: the people of the Taoist Academy can die, not be defeated!"

This person was quite prestigious, and more than a dozen students from different branches returned the salute one after another, and their tired and tired faces were full of calm.

"Obey the teachings of my senior brother, the people of the Taoist Academy can die, not be defeated. ”

"Say so much and do it, do it!"

Zuihou is a young student. Therefore, it is more crisp and looks a little jumpy. Wiping a handful of blood from his lips. As a result, more came out of his mouth, so he smiled and said, "Little brother go first, senior brothers and sisters, take care." ”

After that, the three of them didn't wait for the rest to say anything, and each patted the top of their heads. The primordial spirit in his body rushed out, like lightning sweeping through the air to catch up with the giant sword that had brightened up again, shaking his body and blending in.

Seven monks have been obtained, and the brilliant light on the sword and stick is like the blazing sun, disorderly but ten times more violent than before. Messy but unmatched, bouncing a few times, jumping three times, and suddenly letting out a proud dragon groan.

"Kill!"

"it!"

Holding half of the golden bowl in his hand, a fierce demon hunter made a mouthful of hatred and spit, his eyes recovered from the dazed, and his expression was a little disdainful.

He had already seen through the reality of the other party, no matter how desperately those remnant monks tried, they could not change the clumsy nature of the sword and stick, and the so-called thing could not be repeated, and if he allowed it to bring heavy damage to his side, he would be in vain to claim to be a monk for a thousand years.

"Desperate ants, don't want to be liberated when you die, what do you think of this seat!"

Noticing the frightened gazes of his two companions, the Elite Monk interrupted with a cold snort, and only had time to ask half a sentence before turning into a miserable scream. At some point, a hand was clasped on the top of his head, and the slightest black qi spread through his skull and took the dantian directly.

Yuan Ying was locked in an instant, and the facial features of the elite monk suddenly distorted into a ball, and the two eyes glowed with the whiteness of a dying fish.

"Who is it?"

So far, he struggled desperately, but the mana in his body seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't move at all; in desperation, his heart was filled with fear, and the sturdy man danced his hands, grabbing and beating like a shrew in the market

Even this action lasted only a moment, and the black silk spread, and his body quickly went limp like a cramping snake, and his head swelled as quickly as if it were inflated, swollen, and swollen

A mouth full of teeth mixed with a bright red tongue flew out of the body, and two eyes shot out like projectiles for a hundred meters, and one just landed in the open mouth of another red-robed monk, sending a mouthful full of blood and spreading the terror throughout the body.

"Who are you?"

Looking at the fiery red figure rushing towards him, the red-robed monk took two steps back, and then clapped his palms and cast a volley bombardment, and his body flew back quickly.

"I'm fighting with you!"

“haode。 ”

The calm answer was full of endless indifference, and with a wave of his right hand, he shot a rolling red light into the sword stick, and Thirteen Lang did not stop, and directly rushed into the range of the red-robed monk's divine power with his body, breaking through the roar and monstrous waves, and rushing towards his body that flew back in panic. As he sprinted, his left hand still grasped the Elite Monk, ignoring the fact that his body was about to turn to ashes, and only detained the head.

During the battle, at the moment of death, Thirteen Lang was doing something more dangerous than fighting to rush the level.

Soul Search!

(To be continued......)