The scattered slush and water splashes turned into thousands of water sword mud bullets and shot out in all directions

The sound of popping and thumping was continuous, and the vision was completely blurred, and it was no longer clear what was happening on the field. I saw the fire dragon flying and roaring, the sword intent in the wind blade whispering, and layers of sand bullets roaring out.

Sting!

The sword that fell from the sky finally fell, just in time to meet the abandoned cliff.

The severed arm had been flashing with black phosphorescence during its ascension, and it exploded instantly at the touch of the sword at this moment.

The black light that suddenly exploded formed a black hole in the air, engulfing the falling sword rays.

Although the black hole is small, it is as deep as a bottomless abyss, and as dark as the Nine Demon Domains. Although the sword was as powerful as a rainbow, it could not cut through the black hole, but was sucked into it little by little.

With a soft groan, the sword suddenly cracked in the middle, the tip of the sword was swallowed by the black hole, and the remaining part turned into thousands of small swords, spinning out a semicircle in the air to avoid the black hole and continue to shoot towards the ground.

The sound of swishing breaking through the air sounded in the chaos of mud and snow, and the sharp object was like a toothache in the flesh.

Time flies quickly, and it seems like a long time.

In fact, it was just a blink of an eye, and with a roar and a violent explosion, several shadows fell down and quickly separated.

The line of sight gradually became clearer, and the tall and sturdy body of the alien cultivator gradually emerged.

But at this moment, he is not upright, his posture is very strange, squatting on the ground, leaving his right arm around his knees, and his dark skin is covered with dense scars.

Some were sword wounds, some were burns, some were bleeding round holes, and the most terrifying thing was the several scars on the back of the alien cultivator. The torn scar cut straight from the shoulder to the back and hips, and although the blood was stopped, the deep and revealing terrible scar still looked so terrifying.

The alien cultivator's crouching body trembled, looking like a street beggar who had been frozen and starved in the winter had just been beaten up by a group of market hooligans for the few pennies he had just begged for in his broken bowl.

However, this is not the case.

Looking at the trembling alien cultivators, the expressions on the faces of Su Feng and the others, who had already dispersed as the main alien cultivators, became more and more severe one by one.

These expressions generally only appear when encountering a strong enemy, or when it is difficult to grasp the unknown situation.

As the alien cultivator's body trembled faster and faster, Su Feng found that the scars on the alien's body were healing rapidly. The healing was very complete and the speed was very fast, but in a few breaths, the sand bullets were squeezed by the muscles and slipped out of the round holes, and the wounds recovered as before, leaving no scars on the dark skin.

"Is this still a person?" Su Feng looked surprised, watching those few terrifying scars gradually recover, and his mood instantly fell into a trough.

The long sword in He Jianxiong's hand was already full of cracks, and at this moment, he didn't know when the tip of the sword was cut off, and he trembled slightly in his hand and whispered from the sword.

Li Zhen's face changed slightly, looking at He Jianxiong, who was a little pale, and exclaimed, "Your sword!"

"Out of the way. He Jianxiong shook his head, put away the remnant sword in his hand, and a black and bladeless heavy sword appeared in his hand, gently stroking the dark and monotonous sword body, and smiled: "Old man, I haven't used you for a long time."

The buzz of the sword body spread out from the sword like an old friend meeting a touch of joy, and the low momentum like a mountain shrouded the surroundings, and the sword intent on He Jianxiong's body became thicker and heavier, and in the end, in the eyes of Su Feng and others, He Jianxiong seemed to be integrated with the black sword, and the person was as heavy as a sword, as majestic and resolute as a mountain.

Thunder fell from the sky, snowflakes were slightly shaken and fell from the ground, the atmosphere suddenly became dull and depressing, and the breathing became a little heavier.

He Jianxiong suddenly said: "This guy is handed over to me, and you go and dispose of those miscellaneous fish." We can't stay here any longer, and these strangers don't know where they came from. ”

Huo Yu squinted at Li Yu, and said without yin or yang: "Who knows if it was found out of which cave." ”

In the face of Huo Yu's provocation, Li Yu, who is also a foreigner, was not annoyed. Instead, he walked directly towards the dense army of aliens who were besieging Mu Ling and Chilian in the distance. On the other hand, Huo Yu, who was ignored, was bored with himself, and his face was not divided.

Su Feng looked at He Jianxiong with some concern, opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, turned around and shot towards Mu Ling.

He Jianxiong naturally understood Su Feng's worries, after all, the four of them teamed up just now to cause the alien cultivator to suffer some flesh wounds, and he was also recovered by the other people's kung fu in a blink of an eye.

Now, he said that he wants to fight alone, and people who don't know him well are naturally worried.

But just as Li Kun, who did not hesitate to help the wood spirit, his companions had information about him. He is also very confident in himself, and self-confidence does not come from blindness, but because of his strength.

It is undeniable that the strength of the alien cultivators is far superior to the strength of everyone else in terms of physical strength alone. However, the alien cultivators were indeed much inferior to the Xiancheng monks in terms of cultivation, and they were congenitally deficient, no matter how brutal their physical bodies were, they always fell to the inferior.

He Jianxiong has the word 'sword' in his name, so naturally he also has a sword.

That sword was not the Xuanjin Wenshui Sword that he had been using before, and now it was broken. It's the black iron sword in his hand at the moment, which is as heavy as a mountain, and this piece is like a 'sword male' tomorrow.

As you can tell from the name, it means 'the hero of the sword'. It is unknown whether it is the hero of the sword, but at least the volume and weight of this sword are definitely rare. Even among sword cultivators who practice with swords, it is extremely rare to use such a heavy sword.

At the same time, this black big sword has another identity, which is He Jianxiong's natal sword weapon.

However, once the word 'natal' is added to any magic weapon, its power will cross several levels.

Su Feng didn't know that this was a life sword, so he was very worried about He Jianxiong. Because they knew, Li Yu and Huo Yu did not hesitate to go to help Mu Ling and Chilian.

"I haven't used this for a long time to practice the way of the sword. You deserve it from me!" He Jianxiong held the sword in one hand and pointed at the alien cultivator, the exaggerated sword body was held by him with one hand, compared to the figure, it looked so discordant but so fitting and perfect.

The alien cultivator had already stood up, but even so, he was still a shoulder shorter than He Jianxiong. Because he was already in a big pit.

The indifferent eyes glanced at Su Feng and the others who were leaving, and the eyes of the alien cultivators locked on He Jianxiong. He had already felt the fighting intent on He Jianxiong's body, and a vicissitudes of life also poured out of his body, and the breath was on par with He Jianxiong, and even faintly surpassed

The breeze is like Xu Luo's sky, and the retreat under his feet has reached the limit by his urging again and again.

Luo Tian couldn't help but be worried, knowing that when he was taken away by the Dark Demon Dragon King, he would be facing the world-destroying spark that destroyed the world. Since he was taken away by Giogus, he didn't know anything about the fighting in the palace complex.

The only thing he knew was the terrifying power of the world-destroying spark, which he couldn't defeat. In the same way, Luo Tian felt that he couldn't resist the natural Su Feng and the others.

It was because he cared that he was worried, because he was worried that Luo Tian was anxious.

Luo Tian was flying among the mountains and forests, and suddenly noticed that there seemed to be an abnormal spirit in the space on the left side, and it was natural to look at it. The three black magic dragons were breathing and churning up and down in the mountains and forests, as if there were people in the mountains and forests below them who had a deep hatred for them.

Luo Tian didn't recognize the three-headed black demon dragon at first sight, but he only looked slightly familiar. When he saw the two black and white shadows in the forest, his expression was suddenly stunned, and the expression on his face was so weird and weird.

The black and white turned out to be Qi Rumo and Bai Jingyu.

Here Luo Tian actually met these two people, Qi Rumo said that he was chased and killed by the three-headed black demon dragon, and it was caused by the inaction of Luo Tian and others. As for Bai Jingyu, Luo Tian was a little puzzled, this person did not have a good impression of Luo Tian. And more than once showed the same look to himself, which was full of resentment and jealousy, and he was very curious about his appearance in Luo Tian in the Hidden Dragon Valley.

The location of this Hidden Dragon Valley is extremely secret, and even when you get to it, there is still a formation to confuse it, and it is extremely difficult to find it.

"How did these two get together?" Luo Tian thought, and the person had already flown towards the two.

Luo Tian also thought about leaving like this, after all, the life and death of the two had nothing to do with him.

However, the moment he was hovering in the air had already been seen by the two of them, and at this moment, he was already unable to avoid the attack of the black magic dragon and move closer to him.

Luo Tian is by no means a ruthless person, and he can't pretend to be deaf and dumb when he sees these two people running towards him at this moment.

A long roar attracted the attention of the three-headed black demon dragon, and from a distance of thousands of feet, Luo Tian was several spirit duels burst out.

These spirit decisions are still those old goods in Luo Tian's hands, and they didn't think about causing any substantial damage to the Black Demon Dragon when they were used at the moment, but they were just a delaying tactic to help the two of them successfully get out of trouble.

Qi Rumo and Bai Jingyu's cultivation is definitely not low, and they are both true talents and real learning. With the help of Deluo Tianling, he dodged the attack of the black magic dragon and seized the opportunity to escape from the encirclement. As soon as the two of them rushed out, they did not hesitate to exert their speed to the extreme, but in the blink of an eye, a streamer of kung fu arrived in front of Luo Tian.

Luo Tian suspended in the air and sacrificed the Chaos Spirit Bead above his head, holding the Xuanjian in his hand and smiling, and was about to say hello politely. But suddenly felt a gust of breeze blowing in his ears on both sides, and the two of them flew past him without the slightest stop, and when Luo Tian came back to his senses, he only saw the streamer left by the two of them.

"Nima!" Luo Tian scolded viciously, and the words he scolded in a hurry turned out to be the ignorant words that were unconsciously said before.

However, although Luo Tian didn't understand the meaning of this curse. But after scolding, the unhappiness in my heart is much less than a sense of coolness