Some of the monks who were still in the Nine Heavens Thunder Array were forced to interrupt and hurriedly retreated.

The white-clothed young man holding the blood-patterned orange sword gently flapped his wings on his back, and in the sky, he seemed to be a god.

He slashed again and again, and the sword qi was facing the Tianxuan monk who was farther away.

He was actually afraid that the farthest Tianxuan cultivator would run away, so he didn't attack them closer at the first time?

At this moment, no one felt that the current Wei Xia Zhi was still the young man who could easily defeat him with the power of breaking the mysteries before.

As for why everyone chose to retreat, thinking about sitting back and enjoying the results, and not wanting to do anything, the man who took the first step and then retreated knew best.

After the young man swept out the sword qi one after another, the family monks who were dozens of feet away from him were all shocked back, especially the guy with the half-magic weapon natal weapon.

Knot carried a sword solidly, and at this time he was covered in blood.

The man who watched all this already felt that something was wrong with this matter, Wei Xia Zhi was able to escape from the encirclement and suppression again and again, and he was by no means a nameless rat.

He didn't think that Wei Xia Zhi, who had not broken through, would dare to stay here and wait for them.

After the man glanced at Wei Xia Zhi, he quickly retreated.

The young man in white suddenly turned his head sideways and smiled, "Did I let you go?" ”

After slashing the Heavenly Xuan Cultivators several miles away, he finally pointed his sword at them.

After the other Xuanxuan Breaking Monks retreated for a few miles, they did not give up this opportunity to besiege and kill.

The young man with the half-magic weapon came back to his senses, twisted his body and unloaded his strength, and rushed towards this side.

Stabilizing his own qi and blood, he immediately returned the sword.

"Wei Xia Zhi!"

The young man's eyes thundered, and his hair stood on end.

The whole person pounced on him, no different from a fallen thunderbolt.

Wei Xia Zhi smiled again and ignored him.

The young man in white swung his sword lightly and flew higher into the air.

The man who wanted to take the opportunity to escape knew that he was the weakest of the many broken mysteries, and he had no intention of staying, and had already fled for miles.

Wei Xia Zhi was faster, and after he flew to a height of several hundred zhang, he raised his hand and pinched it.

All the true spirits of this heaven and earth obey his commands, as if they are trying their best to weave a huge net to hinder everyone's actions.

"Hmph, when we return to the family, we will definitely go and tell the head of the family everything today, and we still want to share the treasures?"

"Yes, we don't have to be afraid of him, even if Wei Xia Zhi breaks through Tianxuan, it is still a breakthrough in qi refining, and it is not considered to be a Taoist."

"In that case, everyone, let's show some real skills!"

The man who had begun to move away from the battlefield chuckled, and a thunderbolt appeared in his palm, slashing forward.

Sure enough, the flight of the image falling to the bottom of the water was much smoother in an instant.

"It's unbelievable that he can use the true spirit to such an extent......"

Gathering and exploding the refined true spirits, or condensing them into objects to kill the enemy, this is a means that they can all understand.

But how could he treat the true spirit as if it were his own hands and feet, and at the same time restrict the movement of so many people?

They are the monks who can absorb the true spirit of heaven and earth!

After a palm thunderbolt was slashed, the Qi Refining True Spirit in front of him became rich again, hindering his progress......

The people who were still besieging Wei Xia Zhi also felt it, but they didn't panic too much.

There are a lot of them!

"Thunderstorm first!"

The monk of the Xiang family had a very tacit understanding this time, and sent several people to fly towards Wei Xia Zhi, restraining him and preventing him from destroying the formation.

With the previous thunder and lightning induction, the speed at which they formed a Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Array was now much faster.

Wei Xia Zhi swung a few swords at random, and after knowing that there was no way to interrupt them, he didn't choose to rush indiscriminately.

The young man who had been repulsed again returned, this time stopping a hundred feet in front of Wei Xia Zhi, his voice low and powerful.

"Wei Xia Zhi, now you have finally been recognized by me, do you dare to fight the sword?"

Wei Xia Zhi ignored him.

That half-magic weapon is indeed a bit tricky.

Changed to an ordinary Xuanxuan Breaking Monk, how could he cut off most of his life with a sudden sword just now?

Seeing that Wei Xia Zhi didn't pay attention to him, the young man with the sword was furious.

The means were forced to appear in advance, and after a fierce battle, he failed to take down Wei Xia Zhi, which made him hold back a lot of anger in his heart.

Sword cultivation?

It doesn't matter what kind of sword qi and sword intent he has, or is it a natal sword of the magic weapon grade?

How can the natal sword of the semi-magic weapon not be considered a sword cultivation?

In these several sieges, he also knew the power of Wei Xia Zhi's sword aura.

Why is he, who is not a monk, have such a thing as sword qi?

After cultivating the Tao for a hundred years, he broke through the Xuan and entered the Dao, but what he was waiting for was not the sword qi he longed for the most, but the broken thunder method with one hand.

Young man holds a sword in both hands.

Zila-

A divine thunderbolt descended from the sky and engulfed the blue-robed man.

Wei Xia Zhi felt that a powerful energy was approaching, not the divine thunder of the high altitude array.

He turned his head sideways, facing the other side.

The divine thunder dissipated, and a young man in a blue robe torn apart by the thunder and lightning walked out.

His hair stood on end, and he had a purple sword in his hand and a thunder snake hissing.

The young man ripped open his torn upper body with one hand, and the leaking body was covered with thunder and lightning.

Especially on the heart, there are purple lines, like the lines of broken porcelain, which fill half of his chest.

The monks of the Xiang family, who were still coming in formation, cast their eyes on Qiqi.

"It's ...... Lightning ......?!! ”

To the highest level of the family exercises, to turn into thunder.

With the special exercises, the resonance of heaven and earth summons divine thunder? No, the monk who has reached this path is a thunderbolt in his own right.

The power of this ultimate thunder method is not only the huge killing power, but also the difficulty of the body.

Drawing the knife to cut off the water, the water is more flowing, and the realm of turning thunder into the Tao cannot do the Xu family's water method with ease.

But he can be like thunder and lightning, he can't kill it, and he can't kill it.

The vitality is extremely strong, and the degree of difficulty in killing is the same as the great success of the Xu family's water method, and he is known as a martial artist in the cultivation world.

"...... have you entered the Dao?"

"Why is it that no one knows about such a genius when he is in the family?"

"Shame, the old man has hidden some skills, and he thinks he is the strongest Xuanxuan Breaking Monk in this mission......"

"Do you want to turn the thunder into the way? I'm Nanling Xiangjia, can do this, the younger generation, I'm afraid there are less than three people, right? ”

The young man twisted his crispy and numb neck, his face was not proud, and he said calmly: "Wei Xia Zhi, since you look down on my swordsmanship, how about my thunder method?" Can it still be in your eyes? ”

There was a smile on the handsome face of the young man in white, "I'm blind, I can't see, but I can hear it...... Your thunder and lightning, he's in fear. ”

"You!"

After suppressing the anger in his heart, the young man said, "Don't come over to anyone else, I'm going to cut off Wei Xia Zhi to Qingyu today and sacrifice the long sword in my hand?" ”

"Xiang Qingyu, we should kill the enemy with our joint efforts, and we must not be rash!"

"Xiang Qingyu, your talent can have a better future, if you lose Dao Ji today, everything will be over!"

"...... to Light Feather"

Xiang Qingyu swept the purple thunder sword in his hand, and waved his big hand, "In the battle of sword cultivation, the sword should be unmatched, and the same is true for Lei Fa, if I retreat today, this thunder will all dissipate!" ”

"Hey..."

After someone sighed, they exchanged their hearts again, but these words were no longer in Xiang Qingyu's ears.

At this time, he only had the white-clothed and black-haired immortal in front of him in his eyes.

Several people who rushed to disperse, intending to sweep the formation next to them, and they were also Dharma protectors.

The rest of the people were still forming a thunder array, but the force in the sky that stirred up the wind and clouds seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

Wei Xia Zhi turned around, faced Xiang Qingyu, and smiled: "I thought that the Xiang family was all rats, but I didn't expect that there were such pure people, but I underestimated you before......"

Wei Xia Zhi also swept the blood-patterned orange sword in his hand, and suddenly became serious, "Xiang Qingyu, remember you...... This sword will kill you. ”

The naked young man laughed, "Hahaha, summoned—"

An illusory sword condensed in the sky, and without Wei Xia Zhi seeing it, the young man slashed again and again, not the enemy, but himself.

The huge thunder sword slashed the young man into several pieces......

Wei Xia Zhi frowned slightly, not knowing why.

An illusory figure floated up from the falling corpses, and he transformed into a light feather made of thunder and lightning.

Xiang Qingyu's voice was low, and he said bitterly: "I only have one chance, if I can cut you down today, I Xiang Qingyu will definitely be able to realize the Tao again today, condense the sword qi to sense the sword intent, and incarnate the sword cultivation ......."

"Catch the sword!"

Wei Xia Zhijun's face changed slightly, and he slashed away a few swords one after another.

Xiang Qingyu, who rushed towards him with the Purple Thunder Sword, slowed down, but the blood-colored sword qi could only pass through his body.

"Crazy, crazy......"

"Xiang Qingyu hasn't completely turned thunder yet, and the realm of thunder must also have a realm above and above the Xuanxuan, he is ...... Forcibly turn thunder?! ”

“…… Perhaps, if this continues, he will definitely die, but it is a pity that such a thunder genius is a pity. ”

Wei Xia Zhi felt the power of the oncoming thunder and raised his sword to block it.

Boom!

The blood-streaked long sword in the hand of the white-clothed young man bent to the limit, making a piercing sizzling sound.

The two of them had their long swords together, blood red on one side and purple light on the other, no matter how high or inferior, at least in the eyes of outsiders.

In that terrifying energy, Wei Xia Zhi felt something different.

This sword, he lost.

"Humph......"

Blood ran down the corners of his mouth, uncontrollable.

With this breakthrough alone, the killing sword qi that has not entered the Dao seems to be no match for Xiang Qingyu.

Wei Xia Zhi was able to persevere, all relying on the physique of that fifth-order martial artist to resist.

"Ahh

Bang!

Wei Xia Zhi hunched his waist and flew out upside down, and the blood wings behind his back were also shattered by the force that flew backwards, scattering all over the sky.

Dongfang Huaiyin stopped with his small mouth gnawing on the wild fruit, his eyes staring at the air.

There is an extra lotus leaf in front of Xia Ye, and there is a cloud of dew on the lotus leaf, and the dew reflects two streamers.

He furrowed two small pale green eyebrows and asked Bi Yuewu next to him, "The fire-breathing bird, which one is Master Wei?" ”

Bi Yuewu's eyelids jumped slightly, and she didn't want to answer him, but after a while, she said helplessly: "The bloody one." ”

Xia Ye was shocked and looked at the man with his upper body naked.

"Master Wei, you must come back safely this time."