"Boy, it's up to you next, I forcibly cast teleportation, the power of the Demon Shura is too lost, and then I have to concentrate on dealing with Bai Qinghou and the two, if the Terrans come to the best, if they break their promise, I can only take you to forcibly use the secret technique to leave here."

Mu Canghai said to Zimo, his expression was a little solemn.

Zimo didn't speak, just nodded resolutely with his eyes, and then eight flying swords of different colors appeared outside his body in an instant, namely, the Killing Sword, the Sumeru Mustard Seed Sword, the Xuanbing Fire Sword, the Bing Xian Sealing Soul Sword, the Wanling Moon Falling Star Sword, the Ten Thousand Phases Returning Yuan Sword, the Taiji Slashing Sword, and the Death and Life Sword.

The eight flying swords flew out of Zimo's body like eight swimming dragons, showing unparalleled momentum, Zimo needed to face two Shattered Realm cultivators at the same time, he directly took out the means of pressing the bottom of the box, he knew that he had to go all out to have a chance of survival.

Seeing eight natal flying swords flying out of Zimo's body, Bai Qinghou's face showed a strange look.

Even Mu Canghai had a complicated expression, secretly saying what kind of chance this kid had, how long had it been, and he had obtained a natal flying sword.

And hundreds of feet away from them, the handsome man with the red spear in his hand hid his breath and stood on the branch of a big tree with the old man surnamed Sang, as if he was one with the big tree.

The man looked at Zimo, there were doubts and incomprehension in his eyes, surprise and surprise, and joy and relief, but in the end, they all turned into deep and complicated colors.

He was silent for a long time, and then slowly spoke, "Elder Sang, if that white feather coat falls into a mortal situation later, I need you to save him once." ”

The old man frowned, puzzled, "Young master, do you know this person?" ”

The man's eyes were lowered, and the complex color in his eyes was even more intense, "I don't know, it's just a whim." ”

The old man hesitated slightly, "If I appear here, Bai Qinghou will definitely know that you are here, and by that time..."

"It's one thing whether he knows it or not, and it's another thing whether I admit it or not, just do it."

The man's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a sinister aura rose, a little impatient.

"I see."

The old man nodded slowly, but he obviously had some words unfinished, and after thinking about it again, he still said the worry in his heart, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid, it will affect the plan of the Heavenly Fox King." ”

"What does his Heavenly Fox King's plan have to do with me? Sang, when did you become so mother-in-law? ”

The man was like a mad beast, his body was extremely violent, this time he didn't even bring an honorific title, he directly called out the old man's name, and the qi in his body locked on the old man in an instant.

"Yes, young master."

Seeing that the man had already shown signs of attacking him, Sang Qiu's heart sank, and finally he let out a long sigh and replied helplessly.

The man's violent aura just now seemed to be an unintentional move and seemed to be out of his control, he closed his eyes tightly, his face showed a look of pain, and it took more than a dozen breaths for him to suppress the tyranny in his heart, and then said a little apologetically, "Sang Lao, my tone was wrong just now, don't care." ”

The old man smiled freely, not caring at all, and seemed to have long been accustomed to the man's changing mood.

Once upon a time, the man in front of him was still a person who was as soft as jade and as graceful as the son of a family, but now he has become like this, and he doesn't know why.

On the other side, Zimo's figure flashed, and he walked towards the remaining two black-clothed people at an extremely fast speed

Rushing forward, he has to strike first and occupy that impossible opportunity, otherwise he will have no way to live.

Eight flying swords danced around Zimo like flower-piercing butterflies, and the Blue Flame Divine Armor on Zimo's body also emitted a misty blue light to protect the vital parts of his body.

The two men in black did not despise Zimo because he was lowly in cultivation, they each took out a stick magic weapon in their hands, and rushed towards Zimo with one left and one right.

Zimo let out a low cry in his mouth, "Nine swordsmanship, nine swords!" ”

Each of the eight flying swords was divided into nine, turning into seventy-two flying swords.

Seventy-two flying swords appeared densely in front of Zimo like a meteor shower falling from the starry sky, and the moment the dense flying swords fell, it was like a sword net woven by flying swords, falling towards the two of them like raindrops.

The two men in black glanced at each other, and the black stick in their hands drew a large circle with their wrists as the center.

Zimo's seventy-two flying swords were like moths fighting fire, and they crashed into the two black circles with a fierce momentum that was not afraid of death, and the flames splashed everywhere, like the beautiful fireworks that Zimo and his sister Zicicada saw when they were children.

The jingling sound was mixed with sparks that came into Zimo's eyes and ears at the same time, and when the seventy-two flying swords finished attacking, they turned into eight flying swords and circled in the air, landing on Zimo's side.

Zimo's body trembled slightly, and the eight flying swords connected to his mind, this blow was perfectly blocked by the two people in front of him, the two men in black were unscathed, and he had consumed a lot of vitality.

Zimo's expression was ugly, he didn't talk nonsense, the power of the demon Shura in his whole body surged into the eight flying swords, the eight flying swords seemed to be alive at this moment, trembling slightly, and emitting bursts of buzzing sounds that made the scalp tingle, if it was a monk with a slightly lower cultivation, he would feel frightened when he heard this sound, this was the hissing sound of the flying sword eager to kill.

In ordinary battles between monks of the same rank, the neighing sound of a flying sword is enough to make the opponent timid, not to mention the non-stop hissing of eight flying swords at the same time, which makes people unable to afford to fight.

But Zimo's opponent this time is not comparable to a mere contemplation period monk, it is a monk whose cultivation is too much more than him, the two black-clothed people are like puppets, their movements are uniform, and at the same time they hold the black long stick with both hands, waiting for Zimo's attack.

Zimo silently recited the sword array mantra in his heart, and in the end, he just shouted, "Nine Heavens Hell Yan Sword Formation, slash!" ”

As soon as the word "chop" came out, nearly one-fifth of Zimo's vitality was drained away, this is not that Zimo's strength is weak, nor is his vitality not deep enough, if it is an ordinary concentrating period monk who only has this blow will drain all his vitality, all because Zimo is now controlling eight flying swords at the same time, and the consumption of vitality is several times faster than that of seven flying swords, and the power is naturally much stronger than before.

The space in front of Zimo seemed to stand still for a moment, and then the short distance from Zimo to the man in black was directly erased, and the long stick in the hands of the two men in black was horizontal in front of his chest, and he took out the yellow shield.

This blow was silent, as if it had not happened, but the handsome man and the old man surnamed Sang in the distance all looked shocked, they really couldn't imagine how a monk in the contemplation stage could do this, this blow had already exceeded the attack power of a monk in the condensation stage or even in the spirit infant stage or even in the early stage of leaving the soul realm.

The handsome man looked at Zimo's back, his lips squirmed slightly, and he said in an inaudible voice, "This is a pseudo-immortal technique!" ”

It seems that in order to verify the man's words, Zimo's blow fell on the two blacks without any fancy at all

Above the yellow shield of the clothed man.

Immediately afterwards, the two black-clothed men withdrew half a step back with their right legs, and bowed forward slightly with their left legs, resisting Zimo's blow to the death.

But when the dust settled, the two of them had unknowingly glided backwards in the air for more than two meters.

Although Mu Canghai was fighting with Bai Qinghou and the others, he had been paying attention to Zimo's side, and when he saw that Zimo's attack was so strong, he laughed heartily, "With this blow alone, you are enough to be proud of the Spirit Infant Stage, even if the Soul Realm monk wants to take it, he has to take off a layer of skin, you kid is very good, very good!" ”

Bai Qinghou also felt a strong aura just now, his face showed a rare trace of shock, and then he said to the two men in black, "Chunyi, Qiusan, kill him!" ”

He hadn't taken Zimo seriously before, even if it was the appearance of the eight-handled natal magic weapon, he only frowned, but the spell just now made him feel terrified, just the three-tailed peak has such power, if he advanced to the Tongxuan realm, wouldn't he be able to directly fight against the Broken Realm monks, if he advanced to the Broken Realm, not to mention the late stage of the Broken Realm, even if it was the early stage of the Broken Realm, wouldn't it...

Thinking of this, Bai Qinghou licked his lips, thinking of his amazing and brilliant eldest brother, his heart was even more irritable, if it wasn't for Mu Canghai to stop him, he would definitely have to attack his nephew regardless of his identity, he must not let him grow, if he grows up, it will be even more desperate than the current Heavenly Fox King, he must not leave himself such a disaster.

When the two men in black heard Mu Canghai's voice, their momentum skyrocketed, and they looked like they had seriously faced the young man in front of them.

"Young Master, when will he make a move, although Bai Yuyi's attack is weird, it is impossible for him to survive under the hands of two early stage cultivators of the Shattered Realm."

The old man surnamed Sang frowned and asked tentatively.

"Don't worry, take a look, maybe this kid can bring us even bigger surprises."

The handsome man crossed his hands around his chest, and the spear in his hand was struck on the trunk of the tree by his hand, looking very leisurely.

The old man bowed slightly, he couldn't guess the thoughts of the man in front of him.

Zimo looked at the two black-clothed people who rushed towards him, bowed slightly, raised his eyes to look at the two, with madness at the corners of his mouth, he had a flash of inspiration just now, and a bold plan appeared in his heart, an idea that he could kill one of the black-clothed people.

"Nine Heavens Hell Yan Sword Formation, absolutely!"

Eight flying swords enveloped Zimo in it, and began to spin rapidly at a terrifying speed, Zimo seemed to be wrapped in a layer of colorful transparent sword cocoons, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the two men in black.

The two men in black didn't seem to have any other means of attacking, or maybe they felt that it was not enough for Zimo to cast a magic attack, but this time the black long stick in their hands came out of their hands and shot towards Zimo.

There was another piercing sound of metal delivery, and the blooming sparks could be seen clearly from hundreds of zhang away, Zimo's face became extremely pale in an instant, and his body flew out dozens of zhang away like a kite with a broken string, but on the way down, a huge monster appeared, catching Zimo's falling body, it was the dragon baby!

The dragon baby let out an angry roar between his mouths, like a dragon chant in the nine heavens, which shook people's eardrums and hurt.

Zimo, who was half-kneeling on the back of the dragon baby, had bright red blood overflowing from his ears and nose, and he reached out to wipe the blood under his nose, but instead of timidity, his eyes were full of fighting spirit.