Originally, the battle situation was very smooth, even if the hideous Ten Dead Soldiers appeared, there was no threat, as long as they overcame the fear of ugly monsters, it was not difficult for the four heavyweight swordsmen to defeat the Ten Dead Soldiers, but they never expected that the Immortal Cultivators would directly intervene, and it was a sneak attack and secret scheme.

Bailisha, who had defeated his opponent without injury, was severely injured, his life and death were unknown, and the right-wing swordsman also died so that only Yingfang, Yin Shun, and two nameless swordsmen remained.

Yingfang fought hard against the opponent, if it weren't for the fact that the other party thought that he had the chance to win, and had the mind of cat and mouse, Yingfang and the last two swordsmen would have already died, and they couldn't wait for Yin Shun to wake up.

At this moment, in the face of an arrogant and cruel opponent, Yin Shun, who had woken up, fell into madness, put all the long swords of his dead comrades on his back, and frantically launched a counterattack against the invincible and powerful enemy.

However, the enemy is the monk, and the blood spear is the magic weapon. Yin Shun risked his life, and it was difficult to catch up with the gap between the two.

The blood spear splashed a basin of blood and water to engulf Yin Shun, which is exactly the magic power of 'blood spear covering the sky'.

Yin Shun wanted to rush over and fight, but Yingfang knew that he would definitely not be able to fight, because he saw with his own eyes that all the swordsmen who had won this move were cut into two pieces. So he let it go, and used a flash that he could only use once in his life to desperately knock Yin Shun away, but he was hit by a bloody spear.

"Ahh With Yingfang's scream, one of his legs was hit, the blood from the wound was absorbed by the blood gun, and the two legs flew away like broken threads.

Yin Shun only knew about the danger, but he was not idle when he was pushed away just now, and threw out an iron sword with a flick of his hand.

The monk didn't realize that the sword had pierced the mana of the body. When he realized that something was wrong, he looked down and saw the weapon piercing his shoulder, and he was stunned for a moment.

Because this is unreasonable, he is an immortal cultivator, how can the other party hurt himself? He had apparently forgotten that he was nothing more than a monk in the Knot Period, and that mortal swords and divine will were enough to break through the mana of the other party.

Yin Shun, who is bent on revenge, unknowingly activates his divine will and flies his sword to hurt the enemy.

"You just hurt me?" Obviously, he didn't expect to be injured, his voice trembled a little, and he took out a jade bottle from his arms and was about to eat it.

How could Yin Shun let him take medicine to heal his injuries, he drew his sword from behind again and rushed forward.

The monk was so frightened that he was about to dodge, but the two swordsmen behind him pounced, holding the enemy's legs left and right to prevent him from having a chance to escape.

When he became a monk, he forgot the power of mortals, he didn't expect mortals to hurt himself, and second, he didn't expect mortals to dare to fight back at such a time.

First, someone risked their lives to protect the strongest swordsman, and now someone risked their lives to create an opportunity for their teammates to attack.

"You mortals looking for death?!" Annoyed and angry, he stabbed the bloody spear and killed the opponent who held his legs first, which was his biggest miscalculation, because it wasted precious time against the enemy.

Just when the monk wanted to regain his freedom, Yin Shun had already killed in front of him, and the opportunity that his comrades-in-arms created for themselves with their lives must not be missed, because there will be no second time.

Yin Shun frantically waved his arms, and the sword shadow slapped like a chaotic rain, hitting the enemy's body protection mana flickering non-stop.

Bang, the sword shatters.

I couldn't stop, I had to hack the other party to death, so I pulled out the iron sword from behind again and continued to slash, and I lost sensation in both arms and left and right arms, but I still couldn't stop.

"Haha, I was defenseless just now, and now I have protected my body with ten layers of mana, you don't want to break my body protection mana." The monk said wildly, in his opinion, even if Yin Shun cut off two arms and smash ten iron swords, it would be in vain.

However, as soon as the monk finished speaking, one blood, two blood...... Blood gushed out of him like a fountain.

How is this possible?

The monk was shocked, how could a mortal injure himself with just an ordinary attack? It's impossible.

Of course this is possible, he obviously doesn't know how mortal soldiers fought against immortals who have cultivated to a higher level in the Battle of the Gods. There is a sense of superiority in the mere period of the Dan period, which is simply looking for death.

"Ahh Yin Shun frantically slashed the last sword, the blade slashed through the enemy's left shoulder to his right abdomen, directly cutting off the monk's divine soul and sending him to the six realms of reincarnation.

The monk died unwillingly.

Yin Shun, who had defeated the monk, also fell straight to the ground, fainted, he was squeezed dry, and there was not a drop of divine sense.

The battle on the right flank ended, and the battle of the front army began, and Feng Shiwu fought all the way to the eye of the formation and met the three priests.

The eighth son didn't expect that his junior brother would be killed, his face was very ugly, and he said viciously: "Guy who has no chance, I still need to take action in person for this little thing." "That's it, let me personally meet this number one swordsman of the Qi country, third junior brother, you look at her."

The eighth son left the third junior brother and entered the Nine Poisons Great Array by himself.

"You continue to maintain the big formation, this guy will be handed over to me." The Eight Sons appeared in the eyes of the formation, directly facing the front army led by Feng Shiwu.

Feng Shiwu only felt that the other party's body was full of strange aura.

The eighth son was already in the Bigu period, and he looked down on these mortals at all, just waving his hand, and the swordsmen around Feng Shiwu were suddenly cut off by the invisible mana, and they could no longer hold the sword.

Killing people is not enough, but the eight sons did not kill them, but took away the most important right arm of the swordsman, and his heart can be punished.

Feng Shiwu knew that the opponent was not an ordinary person, and this ability to cut off his hand in the air had already surpassed the understanding of mortals, and the other party was a demon and a monster. However, since the other party did not break his arm, it was obviously to give himself a chance, Feng Shiwu did not hesitate and slowly raised his sword to prepare for battle.

"Come on." Hachiko said disdainfully, saying that in his opinion it was nothing more than a boring game.

"The moon is left in the curtain." The Fengshi martial sword beckoned out, and the sword was like a full moon, enveloping the enemy.

But the eight sons only responded to the battle with the index finger of their right hand, which can be described as the contempt of Hongguoguo, and they looked down on Feng Shiwu, the number one swordsman of the Qi Kingdom: "Do you know why I only broke their arms?" The eighth son asked and replied to himself: "Because I want them to live to witness the fiasco of the first swordsman of the Qi Kingdom, and then spread the news to make your Qi Kingdom lose face." ”

Feng Shiwu's wonderful sword move was blocked by the enemy with one finger, and he knew that the gap between the enemy and me was like a cloud of mud, but at this time, he could only go all out, and the sword moves were endless.

On the day of the broken clouds, the fog and cold rivers were used one by one, but there was no way to reverse it.

But Feng Shiwu still didn't stop.

"Hehe, I'll give you a chance to use all of the "Qi Yun Sword Song", there is still one last trick left, 'The Wind of the Great Power', see if you can hurt one of my fingers, if you can't hurt it, then it will be your death in a while." Eight children give the last chance.

Feng Shiwu said coldly: "I won't let you down. After closing his eyes, what he has learned in his life comes to mind, and the next thing is probably the last sword in his life, and he must not let Qi Guo be ashamed, nor can he live up to the sword path that he has studied all his life.

"The wind of a great country is like a great country." Feng Shiwu condensed the essence of his life and turned it into the last sword.

The wind of a great country!

The eighth son just looked at the bright sword light indifferently, even if Feng Shiwu comprehended the military solution at this moment, he didn't want to hurt him in the slightest, in the end, the other party was just a mortal swordsman, and no matter how good his talent was, he would not understand the sharpness of immortals. I have given the other party the last chance, then the next thing is my own turn, and I will take the other party's life little by little. onclick="hui"