"Little Wu, prepare to catch us below!" Qiao Zhen shouted, his whole body breathing rushing, and his sword pointed at the sky.

Xiao Wu screamed sadly, and the four of them glanced at each other and jumped backwards at the same time. Xiao Wu's figure had already broken the sound barrier, and in an instant, it was already a few hundred meters away, hovering abruptly, carrying endless wind, and diving wildly.

The Flying Thunder Tiger pursued rapidly, not expecting that these humans would dare to fight back, and in an instant, they were furious and roared to the sky. The bloody aura of the whole body became more and more intense, making people palpitate. In the Wanli Mountain Range, countless spirit beasts sensed this breath, and all of them prostrate on the ground, not daring to move.

The four dazzling sword qi instantly erupted with brilliant brilliance, shooting straight into the Flying Thunder Tiger. Qiao Zhen was like a madman, the sword spiritual power of his whole body was churning, the light of his body lingered, and a fierce sword qi was as long as a hundred zhang, and the edge was sharp and boundless, and it fell down in an instant.

"Sword Punishment~!" Drinking like thunder, evil like smoke. The sword qi instantly slashed into the flying thunder tiger and erupted wildly. At the same time, three sword qi struck the Flying Thunder Tiger.

"Roar~!"

The Flying Thunder Tiger roared, and a violent light rose on his body, and the blood was majestic, blocking all the four sword qi. This light is endless, desperate! This is Linggang, extremely powerful, equivalent to the sword spirit master of the sword gang, the sword qi in front of it, like a child who has not grown up, childish and ridiculous!

This scene made the four of them desperate in an instant. The Flying Thunder Tiger, which is equivalent to an eighth-order sword spirit, is powerful beyond imagination. The desperate situation of the four sword kings broke out, and they couldn't do anything about it. How to fight, before the absolute gap, resistance is useless.

Qiao Zhen's sword spiritual power gushed out, he stayed in the air for a short time, his face was solemn and crazy, and he roared in his mouth: "The way of heaven is insignificant, the way of the sword is insignificant, ask for the heart, only I want the sword!"

"Buzz!" The long sword in his hand burst out, vibrating, and emitting a dazzling red light because of the infusion of the sword's spiritual power, a Xuanhuang sword qi, two hundred zhang long, instantly pierced the sky, and the thunder sound rolled in.

Driven by the master of the peak sword king, its power made the heavens and the earth change color, and the sun and the moon were dull.

The tiger's eyes were full of disdain, such an attack, it could scatter a hundred! The gap between the two, even if it was a mid-grade sword skill of the spirit level, could not be filled.

When Chen Hu first entered the Sword King, his strength was the weakest, and after a sword qi dozens of zhang long erupted at this moment, he was powerless to follow, and he had no choice but to fall down. The Flying Thunder Tiger was still sprinting rapidly, almost colliding together, and the other three were also sweating.

Xiao Wu let out a long cry, his wings vibrate, and he chased after the falling figure.

Thunder Tiger casually stretched out his right claw, and a claw shadow flew out, directly defeating Qiao Zhen's ferocious attack, and then breaking the other two attacks seemingly casually. The tiger's eyes were full of banter, and he had a hint of playing.

Losing their foothold, all three of them fell downward, and the speed became more and more urgent.

Xiao Wu's golden figure followed, a sonic boom sounded, and he flew low at a height of 100 meters in the Wanli Mountain Range. It flew underneath the trio and caught them all. The impact of that 10,000-meter altitude was so huge, and three dull sounds sounded on its back. The body of the spirit beast, which was as strong as Xiao Wu, was also broken and fractured at this time.

Several huge wounds immediately appeared on the back, blood was like an infusion, it screamed, and its hundred-meter body almost fell, grazing the ground, rubbing its abdomen against the ground violently, and its skin was open. It stretched its wings with all its might, clinging to the mountain peaks in front of it, and once again soared into the sky, with a terrible breath.

The Thunder Tiger swooped down and slammed directly into the Golden-winged Giant Eagle.

The four of them stood on Xiao Wu's back again, looking up at the body that fell like a fireball, and their hearts sank to the bottom. Qiao Zhen spat out blood and shouted, "Little Wu, hold on~!"

"I, Sword Xuanzong, have never experienced a major war in two hundred years, where is the blood? Today, I will tell the world with blood that Sword Xuanzong has never been afraid of any danger! I, Qiao Zhen, am willing to die!"

"I, Chen Hu, am willing to die!"

"I, Yang Jing, am willing to die!"

"I'm empty, I want to die!"

The four of them shouted in unison: "Fight to the death and never retreat!" The words were tragic and bloody. Their bodies were stained with the blood of the golden-winged eagles, as if they had crawled out of purgatory, their breath rolling and mad.

Xiao Wu screamed incessantly, the scarlet blood stains of the eagle's beak were sprinkled, and the momentum of the fourth-order sword king-level spirit beast was emanated, and the bloody aura was demonic.

Four people and one beast, rushing forward like crazy, to shake off the pursuit from behind.

The thunder tiger fell, its wings spread, and its body shot again, leaving only a faint phantom. Its roar shook the sky, its blood and qi churned, its speed was fast, and the distance between it and Xiao Wu was rapidly shortened.

The four of them stared at the approaching Flying Thunder Tiger, their long swords trembling and their edges roaring.

"Little Wu, fly in the direction of the sect, we still have a glimmer of hope!" Qiao Zhen looked calm and shouted in a low voice. Xiao Wu immediately understood, quickly changed direction, and flew in the direction of Sword Xuanzong.

The Flying Thunder Tiger roared wantonly, and the breath of his whole body was emanating and unscrupulous, alarming the many spirit beasts below.

"Haha, are the three brothers ready? Let's do it again!" he pointed his sword at the sky, and his momentum was endless.

"That's exactly what I mean!" replied all three of them.

"Okay, it's now!" He burst out again, his sword spiritual power almost burst out with all his strength, and it was the only sword again! The three of them did not lag behind, and displayed their strongest sword skills!

"Flying Thunder Tiger, die!" Qiao Zhen roared, and the sword qi went straight down, inserting it into the head of the Flying Thunder Tiger. The sword qi more than 100 zhang long condenses the majestic sword spiritual power, the sharpness of the edge, and the prosperity of the light, which has reached the limit of the master of the sword king, close to the first-order sword king. The Sword King and the Sword King are two different realms, and the difference in strength is nearly ten times.

As an old elder, Sikong had even reached the strength of a seventh-order sword king, and a hundred zhang sword qi came from him. This sword qi was powerful, cutting through the air and slashing down in an instant.

The Thunder Tiger roared angrily at the sky, and an incomparably powerful invisible sound wave instantly surged out, burning the air and invading the four of them. Before the four sword qi could reach his body, he was dissipated and invisible, and the Flying Thunder Tiger once again showed the strength of being an eighth-order sword spirit beast.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the four figures were attacked by sound waves, and their bodies flew backwards like cannonballs, blood spilling into the air.

Several people suffered heavy injuries in an instant and fell powerlessly. Xiao Wu, who was following closely behind the Flying Thunder Tiger, immediately hissed angrily, and approached several people in the blink of an eye.

Chen Hu's body fell on Xiao Wu's back first, and the powerful impact smashed Xiao Wu's bones, and the huge body of nearly 100 meters also sank suddenly.

"Wow~!" Xiao Wu spurted out a blood arrow, and his wings flapped almost desperately before he controlled his body and flew upward. As it circled, another figure fell, landing on its back. The wings of the golden-winged giant eagle rolled up the fierce wind, circled and dived, and chased the falling figure.

Thunder Tiger also circled down and rushed towards Xiao Wu. It was the golden-winged giant eagle in front of him that had saved four humans again and again, and it felt that it should deal with this weak spirit beast first.

The third figure was also successfully caught, and Qiao Zhen was still falling at this time. Xiao Wu folded his wings and dived to a rapid speed, and the afterimage flickered.

"Boom!" Xiao Wu's body was almost pierced, and a large stream of blood suddenly spurted out, and his body was shaky, getting closer and closer to the ground.

"Wow!" In the mournful roar again, Xiao Wu flapped his wings and his body glided. It was about to rise into the sky again, but the passage of blood weakened its power. The hundred-meter body had just rushed up less than a kilometer before it lost its strength and fell downward.

Chen Hu on its back struggled to stand, and his feet were embedded in Xiao Wu's back muscles. Qiao Zhen was extremely miserable and rushed out of Xiao Wu's body.

The strength of the Sword King can be regarded as a master, but in front of the Flying Thunder Tiger, he can't even resist. Qiao Zhen's left arm hung weakly, it had been broken, and blood was gushing. The other three sword kings also suffered different degrees of damage.

"Little Wu, let's fly!" he said in a low voice, "We, we must not admit defeat, it is not the last moment, how can we admit defeat!"

The golden-winged giant eagle roared weakly, its body fell, and when it was about to make close contact with the earth at the end, it finally burst out with its last strength, recognized the direction of Sword Xuanzong, and spread its wings crazily.

"It seems that we only have to use the last resort, let's fight to the death!" Looking at the three of them, a deep despair emerged, "The master of the sect, I'm afraid it's too late! Die with the three of them, die well, it's worth it!"

"Haha, hurry! At this moment, how can there be no wine!" Chen Hu laughed, took out four jars of fine wine from the space bag, and threw them out casually.

Smash the sealed mud with your hands, pour it up to the sky, and let the hot liquor be sprinkled on the wound. The four of them looked at each other, feeling a sense of pity for each other, and laughed wildly at the same time, and the laughter shook the sky.

Sikong threw down the wine jar, his hot and crazy eyes swept over, laughing, stroking his clothes, and his breath rose upside down, surging and surging, containing crazy sword spiritual power. His body was like electricity, and in the blink of an eye, he broke away from Xiao Wu's back and shot towards the Flying Thunder Tiger, leaving behind a series of long howls.

"Haha, I'm empty, die in battle~!"

"Die in battle~!"

Sikong instantly approached the Flying Thunder Tiger, his body was swollen by the sword spiritual power, and his face remained unchanged, only madness.

"Boom~!"

This is the self-detonation, the self-detonation of the seventh-order sword king! This is the last resort of sword cultivation, causing the most powerful attack at the cost of destroying the form and gods!

A generation of Sword Xuanzong elders, Sikong, died in battle, and their bodies and gods were destroyed!

The boundless roar resounded through the sky, the fire clouds covered several kilometers, and the violent shock wave continued for a moment, rolling in all directions. At the center of the explosion, there was an angry tiger roar, and the blood-red figure rushed out again.

The Flying Thunder Tiger was extremely angry, its fur was scorched black, it was very embarrassed, and its breath was still fierce, and it did not suffer too much damage! It flew close at great speed, and attacked Xiao Wu fiercely, surrounded by blood, and its fierce aura surged, becoming more and more bloodthirsty.

Chen Hu and Yang Jing glanced at each other and made a decision!

Chen Hu took the lead in taking a step and said: "If it weren't for Brother Qiao's gift of Dan, I would have died in the Thunder Tribulation, and today I will fight the Flying Thunder Tiger in the sky, and I will die as I deserve, fast, comforting!"

"Hahaha, two, I'm Chen Hu, please die~!"

"Please die~!"

"Brother Chen will go first, and I will arrive later!" Yang Jing nodded heavily, full of grief.

"Haha~! Die!" Chen Hu took step by step, laughing non-stop, the speed became more and more urgent, and finally slammed into the sky and crashed into the flying thunder tiger.

"Boom~!"

Jian Xuan's new elder, Chen Hu, died in battle, and his form and spirit were destroyed!

"Roar~!"

The Flying Thunder Tiger had nowhere to vent his anger, his wings flapped, and he approached Xiao Wu.