"I, Yang Jing, go to death!"

In the midst of the rapid flight, there was another boom, and magnificent fireworks burst into full bloom. The three Sword Xuan Elders, at the cost of their lives, composed the final splendor, and drew a perfect rest on the path of the sword.

With tears in his eyes, Qiao Zhen whispered, "Little Wu, run back!"

"I'm Qiao Zhen, I'm willing to die!"

The loud shout resounded above the Wanli Mountain Range, he was shocked, his breath was tyrannical, his body was simple, and he pounced directly on the Flying Thunder Tiger.

The Flying Thunder Tiger's mouth opened and roared again and again.

"Boom~!"

Sword Xuanzong Dao Sword Peak Master, ninth-order sword king Qiao Zhen, died in battle, and his form and spirit were destroyed!

In the first battle, the blood of the four sword kings was spilled in the mountains of thousands of miles, and they were all killed!

The golden-winged giant eagle Xiao Wu hissed, tried his best, his wings flapped, but his speed became slower and slower, and he was gradually approached by the flying thunder tiger.

"Roar~!" the Flying Thunder Tiger roared excitedly, biting down on the neck of the Golden-winged Giant Eagle, and the tiger's eyes were full of bloodthirsty light.

The golden-winged giant eagle, which was already at the end of the crossbow, was powerless to dodge at all, and was instantly bitten by sharp tiger teeth, and blood spurted out a few feet away. It flapped its wings vigorously, and its brave talons gripped at the Flying Thunder Tiger. Its resistance, on the contrary, aggravated the other party's bloodthirstiness and kept biting.

Unable to chirp, Xiao Wu's wings gradually weakened, and he still kept flapping his wings and flew towards Jian Xuanzong.

A palpitating aura instantly filled the entire void, and the edge surged. The Flying Thunder Tiger was like a great enemy, abandoning the Golden-winged Giant Eagle in an instant and staring at the sky from afar.

"Ah, evil beast, you are looking for death~!" The strong sound wave instantly broke through all the clouds and filled the space. Powerful psychic overlay, locked from afar.

In the sky, a hundred-zhang giant sword formed by Jian Gang came straight in, dragging a vacuum belt 10,000 meters long. That crazy aura made the Flying Thunder Tiger feel uneasy.

A bloodthirsty figure appeared outside the Flying Thunder Tiger, his eyes were cold, locking on to the latter.

The person who came was dressed in a white robe, but his breath was as vast and boundless as the sea, and the sword spiritual power was emitted all over his body, spreading all over his body. Sharp blood red, cutting the void. He had a beautiful face, but at the moment his eyes were about to split, watching the golden-winged giant eagle fall weakly, and his anger rose to the sky.

He has no sword in his hand, but he is stronger!

This is a ninth-order sword spirit master, half a foot into the Sword Sect, has turned sword qi into sword gang, spirit soldiers into the body, the strength is so strong, almost invincible.

"How do you want to die, Evil Beast?" the Hell Demon sounded, causing the Flying Thunder Tiger to roar under his breath and retreat. The enemy in front of him is even stronger than him!

"My Sword Xuanzong, how can you bully me? Today, our army is a thousand thunders, take your life!"

Jun Qianlei, the ancestor of the Zhen Sect of the Sword Xuanzong, was one of the most powerful people in the sect, and after receiving Qiao Zhen's request for help from Yu Jian, he actually came in person.

He stood out of thin air, his momentum broke through the sky, the spirit soldier in his body, slowly appeared, a big sword was held in his hand, his whole body momentum changed, crazy bloodthirsty, the blood-red edge spread throughout the space, and the anger in his eyes was churning, burning hot.

"The wrath of the sword power slashes a thousand armies!"

Jun Qianlei shouted coldly, his figure instantly appeared in the sky above the Flying Thunder Tiger, and the fierce giant sword slashed down in an instant, and the fierce sword gang tore through the air and fell head-on.

Jian Gang, the power is stronger than the sword qi, and at this moment, the peak sword spirit is exerted, and the prestige is invincible.

Jian Gang instantly magnified nearly ten times, and a thousand-foot sword pierced through the space and descended on the top of the Flying Thunder Tiger's head, wanting to split it in half.

"Roar~!" a miserable howl, and the huge body smashed down from the sky. The ground shook violently, and smoke and dust flew everywhere.

Jun Qianlei stood in the air, looking down at the spirit beast under his feet, his eyes were full of anger, and the spirit soldier's breath was rolling, and the edge flickered, becoming more and more sharp. His face was expressionless, the air slowly condensed, and the depressing aura spread across the space for hundreds of miles, and the low-level spirit beasts fled one after another. The power of the master makes the world eclipsed. The clouds in the sky do not fall, the light covers, and there is only one person in the space, and the light is like the sun in the sky, subduing everything.

The Flying Thunder Tiger was furious, and it had never been as embarrassed as it was today, and it was actually shot down with a single blow. It slowly got up and walked slowly, looking up at the formidable figure, and roaring in its mouth.

The Golden-winged Eagle was lying quietly on the ground at this time, and the huge wound on its neck had caused it to lose all its life. With tears in his eyes, he looked at the figure in mid-air, and his breath slowly dissipated.

Jun Qianlei's eyes shortened suddenly, spitting out a meter of essence, he couldn't bear it anymore, and a thunderous voice sounded in his mouth: "Damn it!"

The figure disappeared in an instant, and when it reappeared, it was already less than 100 meters above the ground. The killing machine is locked, so that the flying thunder tiger does not dare to move. The light of the huge spirit soldier in his hand bloomed instantly, falling from the sky, pointing directly at the flying thunder tiger, the sword was dense, and it stabbed down in an instant.

With one blow, the Flying Thunder Tiger was smashed to the ground again. Wounds all over the body were distributed, and blood was gurgling.

"One of the sword powers, the furious killing god!"

This is a sword skill of the highest grade of the spirit level, and the power it contains is so strong that it feels a strong death crisis. It raised its head angrily, and the momentum of the eighth-order sword spirit surged, confronting the god-like figure above. Between the claws, Linggang condensed, and the huge claw shadow flew upward.

"The pearl of rice grains, dare to compete with Haoyue! Today, suppress you to death!" Jun Qianlei sneered, held the spirit soldier-giant god with both hands, and said in a low voice: "Go to hell, dominate the sword world!"

A shocking sword bolt tore through the void and fell with lightning speed, and there was no way to dodge.

The tiger's eyes were extremely shocked, and he saw that his claw shadow was crushed by a blow, and the almost invincible sword was approaching, and the terrifying sharp qi had already cut its body.

The sword gang of hundreds of zhang contains endless sword spirit power, and the strength of the ninth-order sword spirit is fully displayed, suppressing it to the death. The tail of the Flying Thunder Tiger swayed, staring at Jian Gang, who was about to heal lightning, and the strength of his whole body exploded, and his hundred-meter body soared into the sky.

"Roar~!"

The huge howling sound resounded for thousands of miles, causing Jun Qianlei's expression to appear a trace of solemnity, but then it disappeared without a trace, and the sword spiritual power was infused again, making the sword gang grow by more than ten zhang, and the power was even stronger, with unparalleled power, stabbing to the ground.

The spirit beast also tried his best, showing his own stunt, and a sonic bomb contained most of its spiritual power, colliding with hundreds of zhang of sword gang.

The dazzling blood-colored brilliance instantly impacted, covering a range of several thousand meters, and the violent explosion did not stop at all, and the rumble spread. The ferocious sword and sound waves swept through everything wildly, uprooting trees and destroying rocks, lowering the ground by several meters. Everything was like being bombarded by a huge meteorite, and the ground was bare.

The hundred-meter-long body was instantly blasted away, rolling in the dense forest, knocking down one tall ancient tree after another, with great momentum.

Old Ancestor stared coldly at the big explosion, his eyes locked on the spirit beast, and he raised his sword to attack again.

It was another powerful sword gang, bloody and vicious, faintly turning into a big sword and slashing down, with a monstrous momentum, chasing the spirit beast.

The Flying Thunder Tiger was able to avoid the powerful sword gang, and he already felt his heart and gall split. As an overlord in the Ten Thousand Miles Mountain Range, it was really scared! The strength of the ninth-order sword spirit was beyond imagination. And the person in front of him, half a foot into the Sword Sect, his power is even more overwhelming. I'm afraid that the ordinary ninth-order sword spirit is not his enemy!

The IQ of the spirit beast is not low, and at this moment, it is already deeply afraid! Looking at Jun Qianlei, his expression was frightened, and he roared and slowly approached.

Jun Qianlei only had half an inch of short hair, and at this moment, his robe was fluttering, but his breath was becoming more and more profound.

"Beast, let's die~!" a low shout, the figure moved slowly, leaving a faint shadow. Approaching the Flying Thunder Tiger, his palms flew up, the phantom flew around, and a suppressed aura permeated with his movements, oppressing the entire space.

The fear from the soul almost made it turn and flee, and no longer held back, it ran out frantically, its wings spread and flew into the air.

"Sword Seal - No Way!"

As Jun Qianlei's palm became more and more urgent, the qi was pulled and the aura gathered wildly, and it was continuously incorporated into the handprint. In the air, there was a faint flash of lightning and thunder, tearing apart the pitch-black crack of the debut. A thousand-zhang giant sword shone brightly, with a blood-colored glow of runes on it.

The thousand-zhang sword gang is the limit of what the sword spirit can do!

The rune light shone brightly, rotating rapidly around the sword gang, frantically absorbing the spiritual energy into it, and its aura was vast and broad. It was Jun Qianlei, who was also full of solemnity at this time, his handprints were not messed up at all, and more and more aura was constantly injected, enhancing the power of Jian Gang's breath.

When the last handprint was completed, the Qianzhang Sword Gang shook violently, and the evil qi rushed up to the nine heavens, tearing the void, and all the runes returned to their places, emitting a brilliant light, connecting into an incomparably complex rune array.

"Excalibur, go and slash~!"

He shouted in a low voice, pinching the sword finger in his hand, using the majestic sword spiritual power in his body as a guide to control the incomparably powerful sword gang.

The sword pointed upward, and the trembling Qianzhang Sword Gang suddenly disappeared and flew into the sky. Jun Qianlei didn't dare to be careless, and waved his sword finger with all his strength, pointing at the flying thunder tiger that flew in.

"Buzz~!"

Jian Gang swirled between heaven and earth, and in the end, it carried the evil qi in the sky, and the runes rotated and started, which was extremely complicated. The tip of the sword tore through the void and stabbed wildly towards the Flying Thunder Tiger. No matter how much you resist, you are powerless at this time.

Heaven and earth are clear!

The spirit beast had no power to resist, and was fiercely pressed down by the Qianzhang Sword Gang, and smashed to the ground. The powerful shockwave spread instantly, and the ground continued to sink.

When everything was quiet, the ground sank a hundred meters, and a crater with a radius of five thousand meters appeared. The huge body is embedded in the bottom of the big pit, and the breath of the whole body is dissipated, and the vitality dissipates.

The figure flashed, and it came to the sky, less than 100 meters away!

This Flying Thunder Tiger dared to offend the Sword Xuanzong and kill the Dao Sword Peak Lord and Elders, and was destroyed at this moment, which was also his own fault. If a kendo sect cannot even protect its own people, it is better to dissolve it as soon as possible.

With a wave of his hand, the huge body suddenly disappeared, and it was already included in the ring.

The Na Ring is a precious space prop made by kendo powerhouses. There are hundreds of cubic meters of space in general acceptance. The larger the space for the ring, the more precious it is, and it is an extremely rare treasure.

Coming to the corpse of the Golden-winged Giant Eagle again, his eyes were gloomy, and he said coldly: "I didn't expect to be one step too late, my Sword Xuanzong actually suffered such a catastrophe!"

Jun Qianlei calmed down and took away the body of the Golden-winged Giant Eagle.