As a person who manipulated the ancient sword, no one knew its strength better than the bald old man, and he was quite sure when he drew the sword.

The means used to fight against the true spirits, a group of low-level beings had no reason to stop it, but when the giant sword broke through the void, tore through the ice, and slashed the attack formed by dozens of living beings with millions of lives, and cut into the earth, the old man's heart trembled for no reason.

Cultivating to the gods can reach the heavens, and the spiritual sense deepens with the improvement of the realm, and then you can experience some spiritual rhinos that cannot be captured by the eyes and divine sense. Looking at the giant sword's indomitable progress, the bald old man believed that he was about to kill the Quartet, but he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Feeling a little wrong?

What's wrong?

In the line of sight, a chasm was sweeping forward, and the surrounding rocks were flying through the stratus clouds, and the power was unimaginable. Regardless of the tens of millions of spiritual lights coming one after another, thousands of people counterattacked, most of them couldn't even break through that layer of rocky storms, but because the Dao Law was broken, it brought backlash.

How can this kind of offensive block the sword?

The thunder in the sky is coming, the Huanghuang golden thunder splits the head and covers the face, the silver light pillar is at its peak, and the people who are still robbing are all going all out, and they can even say that their lives are on the verge of death, how can they have the spare strength to take care of it?

In the side direction, the bald man cultivated to be strong, and rushed to the big sword to cause the black wind to rush to this side, since then there is no master on the mad spirit earth, who can change the overall situation?

What about someone interfering?

The big sword broke two levels in a row, and it was true that it also suffered a lot of damage, the ice and the sword flame restrained each other, and the fire around the sword body was extinguished, and then the blood of millions of living beings interfered with the sword intent, if it were not for the support of thousands of monks in the rear, and the two major Nirvana cultivators presided over, the formation inside the giant sword may not be working, only itself.

But it survived, though not at its highest power, although it was intercepted. The giant sword still rushed through the difficulties, and continued to move forward with the combined efforts of thousands of people, but when it rushed through the Xuan Ice, the flames of the sword gradually increased, and its power slowly recovered.

Right now. Even if the Heavenly Tribulation came to a halt and all the Monks withdrew to join the interception team, what could they do?

After thinking about it and not finding the problem, the bald old man shook his head and turned his gaze to the bald man who came over.

"Come and find death by yourself, and this seat will be fulfilled"

"Steady! Don't give them a respite. ”

The bald old man was stunned by the sudden shouting in his ears, and found that the expressions of many people around him were extremely ugly, distorted, and painful, and some of the monks with low cultivation trembled. Faltering.

The big sword is gone, and the three thousand sword cultivators have a sword intent on their heads, and the three thousand flying swords in the form are like a forest, which is also the core of the formation that supports the operation of the giant sword; with it, thousands of people can connect and communicate with the giant sword, turning it into a living thing.

After all, the giant sword is not a magic weapon, but a collection of countless magic weapons. Having said that, how could anyone refine such a large magic weapon. It can always be refined, and there is no true realm cultivation. Who can have fun.

Looking at the struggling appearance of the group cultivators, the bald old man sighed slightly in his heart.

Slashing the sky and the earth seems to be ferocious, but the price is too high, after this battle, the Sword Sect cultivator's vitality is greatly damaged, and he needs a long time to recuperate.

Can't you do it?

No, it doesn't.

The boss who presides over the soul banner will not give orders randomly. So many people have destroyed the catastrophe in one place, plus that young man can manipulate the mad spirit land, once it crashes into this formation, the ghost fog - the heavenly thunder hates ghosts and demons, and he interferes without interfering. There is bound to be a battle between the dragons and the tiger. As a result, it is highly likely to lead to a collapse.

The overall situation is important, and he has to block it, thinking about these things in his heart, the bald old man looks slightly confused.

The breeze blew, and a sense of coolness arose, and the bald old man suddenly woke up.

"Roar!"

A few shouts came into the ears one after another, and after the battle formation formed by thousands of people, some of the Avatar Cultivators had blood spilling from their lips, and their mouths had already coagulated, and some of them had a slight white hair, which turned into frost in an instant.

"This is"

Looking up, the momentum of the great sword was still the same, but behind it, a glacial fog followed closely, like a hound that was biting its prey.

Xuan Ming is immortal, maggots of tarsal bones.

"Oops!"

His mind was racing, and the bald old man's expression turned violent, and he just wanted to speak, when he heard a loud noise in his ears.

"Dang!"

The sound of gold and iron, Hong Zhong Da Lu, is like slashing the endless iron plate with the axe of opening the sky, and the giant sword is like a loose savage collision into the city wall, and a terrible roar can be faintly heard.

A huge wave of sound washed around, and the besieging group of cultivators overturned one by one, spurting blood.

"What's the matter!" was written in disbelief on his face, and the three elders of the ancient sword changed color in shock.

The answer is a hand, a hand that has been dead for eons of years and has long been lifeless.

Wildly, his hands remained, one was absorbed by Thirteen Lang, and the other was buried deep in the ground, and he couldn't even find the ball at the beginning. Later, it transformed into a mad spirit with hundreds of millions of its kind, and had the ability to find it before it had time to absorb it, and now it moved to the point of the blade and used it to block the giant sword.

Strictly speaking, the hand of the mad spirit is not too hard, and at the beginning, Thirteen Lang swung his sword and cut it, one by one. However, he didn't know that the mad spirit's hands performed their respective duties, one for body refining and the other for the Dao method, and the right palm that was absorbed by him was actually the hand that the mad spirit concentrated the power of the Heavenly Dao and the immeasurable curse, which was completely different from the left palm.

Stopped, triggering a monstrous disaster.

Breaking the ice, shattering a hundred arrows, cutting through the land of three hundred miles, the giant sword rushed horizontally and cut into the palm of his hand, and it was difficult to continue after fifty zhang, and it was intercepted alive.

Disheveled!

The momentum is huge, the impact is so fierce, thousands of miles fly upside down thousands of miles, the cracks on both sides of the giant sword are wide open, and the danger is divided into two.

I don't know how many people flew into the air, and the mad spirit land, which was harder than iron, instantly erected a sword mountain.

Hiss!

Like a snake python spitting out a letter, the jammed giant sword struggled hard, wanting to soar into the sky.

Bigger and stricter consequences followed, in the rear, in the distance, a piece of blood arrows flew in unison, and three thousand sacrificial sword monks turned on their backs; not only that, the giant sword that was forced to stop trembled wildly, and a majestic suction force came from the darkness, and the bodies of more than a hundred monks instantly dried up, and the work became human.

"It can't be!"

"Be careful!"

"Xuan Bing!"

"Wow!"

"Haha, view treasure!"

Several barks in a row, there seemed to be two dog barks, the three bigwigs were in a hurry, and they saw dark spots on their side faces, and their expressions changed drastically again.

"And!"

What else is there?

Of course it's shady!

Hand grip weights. Shisanro is not deliberately forbearing, but it does need to be used by a specific person at a specific time in order to maximize its power.

It's not good to use it early.

It is a big deal to bypass, avoid, and dodge with an early opponent, and the yin evil that is banned is not the Tao, and it cannot be controlled, but can only form a large piece of ice in the place where it collapses; The people did not come to attack the battle, and trapped the mad monk alive inside.

It's not okay if it's late.

If it's too late, the mad spirit land will be over, not only will he lose his biggest support, but the key is that Thirteen Lang is reluctant.

It's not okay to use it in the wrong place.

The aura of the Xuan Ming is very harmful, not only for the monks, but also for the mad spirit land, assuming that there is a circle of Xuan Ice around it, the other party does not even need to surround it, and there are a few people on the mad spirit land. The vast majority can't get out.

You can't use it yourself.

Don't look at Boss Su's profound realm, in the eyes of the other party's three elders, the main object of prevention is Thirteen Lang; if he doesn't need to cross the catastrophe, if he is replaced by him to rush into battle, not to mention whether he has that ability, the three elders will never relax as they are now, but intercept in advance.

Although Xuan Ming can't trap Nirvana, it's not too useful for the Tribulation Realm. From beginning to end, Thirteen Lang didn't have his eyes on the sword. It's the person who manipulates and sacrifices the sword intent, and it's a large group of sword cultivators who are about to start a bloody battle with it!

The big sword rushed to the critical moment, the gathering of this array could not disperse, the three elders paid attention to the micro-effect of the giant sword, and the two elders were tied by the giant sword, and the group cultivators were attached to the big sword, and they had no time to look around, or even have no way to escape.

Golden opportunity. A good fighter, a good weapon, with the help of Boss Su, defeated this group in one fell swoop

No, he's going to annihilate them all!

"It's you again!ahhh

Against the bald man. The culprit in the hearts of the three elders of the ancient sword is still Thirteen Lang, and he is also the one who scolds; before he has time to think about it, the bald old man roars into the air and swings his sword.

He wanted to kill this man, and he had to kill him.

If you want to stop those black spots, you have to stop them.

Divide the light into two paths, the sword strikes thousands of miles, Nirvana obscures the starlight with a sword, and the two swords are like closing a door;

How can it be so loud?

His heart was slightly flustered, and when he looked at it again, the bald old man's eyes were about to split.

"Despicable!

As his words were, Boss Su was sixteen, and in an instant, he shook around the military formation, and everyone had a handful of black spots in their hands, splashing them at will.

"Bang, Bang, Bang, give me a blast!"

The black dots exploded in the air, one by one, one by one, and one by one by one of the cold earth.

Some were stopped, some were knocked away and broken by the sword, Boss Su didn't care at all, and continued to throw them in another place.

The battle turns into a chase, but it's not easy to do.

The sound of clicking and exploding continued, and the icebergs towered all around, and the cold air became a river, and it was imminent.

"Break! Break me!"

Can't catch people, and can't care about arresting people, the bald old man died with his sword, and the long rainbows flew around, destroying the ice peaks. At the critical moment, the two elders on the left and right abandoned the formation, and two long rainbows flew out, sweeping in all directions.

That's not going to work!

Nirvana has great strength, but the ice peaks are easy to break, and the cold is difficult to dissipate, and those destroyed ice peaks turn into a thick cold mist, which not only does not solve the crisis, but envelops a larger area. From a distance, the originally neat military formation had long since disappeared, and only a white fog remained in the place, and even the sound of shouting was frozen inside.

The fatal consequences followed, the cold air was in the nose, the spirit yuan was not smooth, and it first affected the transmission of the formation, and the connection between the giant sword and the sword shape was jerky, and the flame of the giant sword that was about to break free from the ground was faint, and the momentum gradually decreased. In the mist, three thousand sword cultivators were covered in ice armor, besieged on all sides, and were about to freeze into ice mounds.

Who would have thought that the three major nirvanas would not be able to protect their safety, and the whole army would be wiped out?!

"Abandon the sword! Abandon the sword and break through!"

Broken tail to survive, strong man broken wrist, should be magnificent and hot-blooded, but when he shouted out, he was so desperate. The three thousand sword cultivators were pardoned, and they sacrificed their lives to cut off the connection with the giant sword, dragging their seriously injured bodies and primordial spirits to flee in all directions.

Can you escape?

That damn bald head was still throwing it maybe because there weren't many yin evils anymore, he sandwiched some stones and ice cubes in it, and threw them like a group of peaks returning to the nest - the three elders of the ancient sword knew that the robbery and cultivation also had the ability to distinguish, what should the others do?

Even if you have the ability, you don't have time!

How can it be better to rob and repair?

In the midst of the siege, the white shadows were vertical and horizontal, and the Xuan Han came and went like flying, and even Nirvana could hardly capture his figure. In such a white and vast battlefield, His Royal Highness Mocking Wind is like a fish in water, attacking and killing everywhere, no, as long as he harasses.

The spectacle was wonderful, and the monks who were seriously wounded, lost their weighing skills, and were about to freeze, rushed like headless flies in the mist, and when they saw the black dots rushing towards them, they quickly turned around screaming without discerning whether they were true or not—and soon crowds of people died, and patches of people were frozen, and the dead and wounded were everywhere.

If this continues, Big Boss Su will kill three thousand cultivators on his own.

"Kill him, kill him for me!"

Hate to gnaw on its flesh, the bald old man roared and ordered.

"Kill!"

The two elders on the left and right didn't hate it to the extreme, and when they heard it, they simply gave up rescue and killing, and surrounded them on both sides. At the same time, the bald old man slashed several swords in succession, cutting a broad avenue in front of him, and then looked back silently, took a deep breath, turned around and rushed.

"You damn it, you damn it!"

The battle was decided, and he could no longer expect to save all these sect members, so he wanted to, and even more so, took away the main target.

Kill that man, take that sword!

(To be continued......)