Looking at the disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect standing in the ruins, Tang Zhiwu's face had a rather complicated expression.

The sect master of the Shushan Sword Sect has died, and the remaining disciples under the sect are still fighting unabated, knowing that there is a huge disparity between the enemy and me, what gave them such courage?

Looking at these young people, the look in his eyes was both envious and jealous. One day, if Tang Jiabao is killed, all the disciples in the sect can be like the young man in front of him, and as the head of the faction, he can also smile at Jiuquan.

But envy is envy, since everyone in front of him is unwilling to surrender to him, then he can only endure the pain and cut his love and hoe them one by one. With a wave of his hand, fifty Tang Jiabao disciples flew up to meet him, surrounding the disciples of Shushan at the core. Fifty lightly injured disciples also flew out from the Thunderbolt Hall disciples and echoed the Tang Jiabao operation.

Surrounded by enemies several times their own, the disciples of Shushan Sect frowned, and in the face of a battle without victory, their hearts were heavy and abnormal.

Lu Jingyuan rushed to the front, his sword eyebrows upside down, his hands pinched his fingers, and dozens of Xuanmen handprints were changed, and the three sharp swords behind his back turned into three cold rays, shooting out, frantically harvesting the lives of the enemies who rushed up.

When the brothers saw this, their morale was greatly boosted, and their sluggish spirit was shaken, and they fiercely waved the Qingfeng Sword in their hands in the face of the swarming enemies.

For a while, shouting to kill the heavens, the disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect were still going forward and fighting hard in the face of several times the enemy who rushed up.

Although the two factions of Tangjiabao and Perak Hall had a large number of people, after the battle just now, their morale was seven or eight, and the reason why they still stepped forward to meet the battle was mostly forced by Tang Zhiwu.

Seeing these red-eyed disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect, they were like ghosts, and they were all scared to death, and everyone was even more unable to use their hands and feet.

Lu Jingyuan led less than twenty disciples to cover up, and everywhere he passed, corpses were strewn all over the field, and blood flowed like an infusion. More than 100 disciples of the two sects became stiff corpses in an instant.

His eyebrows were twisted into a line, and Tang Zhiwu gave the order again, but he didn't see his disciple rushing up. Looking back, I found that everyone behind me was terrified when they looked at the remnants of Shushan, and their hands were shaking like sifting chaff, how could they dare to step forward and fight again?

Anger suddenly rushed to their hearts, and they glanced at everyone, looking quite disappointed.

He clenched his fists and suppressed his anger, as if he was afraid that if he was not careful, he would reach out and slap the wrecks to death.

"Since you are so anxious to die, then this seat has granted your wish!" As he spoke, Tang Zhiwu stepped forward slowly, his palm swung back and forth in the void, the whirlwind rose sharply, whistling back and forth, and in the center of the whirlwind, a large water droplet appeared out of thin air, suspended above the palm of his hand, about the size of an adult's fist.

Seeing this scene, Lu Jingyuan's heart sank slightly, he had not seen much of a master who could change the color of the world and make the world change color and surge in his life.

He knew that even if he fought for the lives of many senior brothers, it would be nothing more than a death in vain, and he would still not be able to defeat the person in front of him.

Rao is like this, and none of the Shushan disciples are afraid of death and surrender.

Lu Jingyuan shook his hand, grabbed a sword flower, and stabbed straight towards Tang Zhiwu's door.

The sharp sword was about to pierce the face, but he saw that Tang Zhiwu's feet did not move, and suddenly his body moved backwards by a foot. looked as usual, looking at Lu Jingyuan indifferently, but the corners of his mouth hooked up a touch of mockery, and with a movement of his right hand, his palm seemed to hit Lu Jingyuan's face.

The air around them froze at this moment.

The sword that stabbed out was fixed in the void, as if it was firmly grasped by an invisible hand. Lu Jingyuan's expression changed greatly, his opponent's cultivation was much higher than him, and he didn't immediately make a killing move, but he just wanted to humiliate him in public.

was even more angry, but he saw Lu Jingyuan fighting up with all his strength, and after struggling to get rid of the restraints, he did not avoid but advanced, and went up against the other party's palm.

At the same time, both hands urge the killing move to hit the opponent's lower abdomen.

The lower abdomen is one of the most vulnerable places in the human body, and it is also the key point of the dantian, if it is solid this time, even if you can't kill Tang Zhiwu, you can also lose half of the opponent's old life.

The palm that hit Lu Jingyuan's face changed suddenly, turned a corner, and went straight to the abdomen. just intercepted Lu Jingyuan's palm.

At this time, Tang Zhiwu is the time to win, where will he fight to the death with the lost dog in front of him? If you want to take his life, isn't that a matter of being caught?

Regarding Tang Zhiwu's reaction, Lu Jingyuan seemed to have expected it a long time ago. Without waiting for the other party to take advantage of the situation to pursue, Lu Jingyuan smeared oil on the soles of his feet and retreated.

His brows sank slightly, Tang Zhiwu was put in this way by Lu Jingyuan, and his heart suddenly felt unhappy.

He has been famous for 30 years, but today he has eaten the suffocation of the young man in front of him. Although the other party didn't get any benefits, Tang Zhiwu couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart.

The pace moved forward, coming so fast, Lu Jingyuan saw a black shadow flickering in front of him, Tang Zhiwu's body had already arrived in front of him, and his hands were clawed towards his shoulder.

In a hurry, Lu Jingyuan flashed his body to the side, clenched his hands into fists and hit the other party. Tang Zhiwu changed from a claw to a palm and made a move against Lu Jingyuan.

"Boom—"

Only the sound of the explosion was heard, and Lu Jingyuan was shocked back by the opponent's strong palm wind, and fell to the ground in a languid manner, losing the strength to fight again. After this shock, the breath in the spiritual sea was disordered, scattered and not gathered.

"Now I'll send you down to see your master!"

As he spoke, Tang Zhiwu made another killing move, stretched out a tiger claw and slapped it directly at Lu Jingyuan's Heavenly Spirit Cover.

I only heard the sassy wind and groan, and it was estimated that this palm used ten percent of its strength.

Tang Zhiwu is not a tiger, but once he starts to go crazy, he is three points more terrifying than a tiger.

Among the Shushan disciples present, only Lu Jingyuan's cultivation was the highest, he unfortunately fell under the clutches of Tang Zhiwu's demons, and he was powerless to resist, who else had such the ability to suppress this demon god?

Seeing the big hand wave, all the Shushan disciples gritted their teeth and glared angrily, but they were helpless.

"Sonorous—"

A crisp sound pierced the sky. Just when Lu Jingyuan was about to die under Tang Zhiwu's hands, three silver rays of light shot straight over, and with the momentum of breaking through a bamboo, he greeted Tang Zhiwu's head.

Tang Zhiwu withdrew again and dodged.

After the three points of silver light frightened Tang Zhiwu, he turned into three delicate women in a blink of an eye, standing quietly in the void.

Looking back, Lu Jingyuan recognized that the woman who had saved him earlier was also among them.

Tang Zhiwu frowned, looking at the third girl, his face was very ugly, but then, he was relieved, "hehe" smiled: "I have been wandering the rivers and lakes for decades, and I have seen a lot of strange sword tricks, it seems that the girl's sword moves just now have never been seen before!" There is only sword intent, no qi. If I'm not surprised, you're supposed to be the elves of the sword, right? ”

Lu Jingyuan temporarily escaped from death, while secretly calling for luck, and at the same time, the conversation between Tang Zhiwu and the three girls also entered his ears. I was just amazed.

"Exactly!"

The three girls replied almost in unison.

Hearing this, the smile on Tang Zhiwu's face became even more obvious.

"Since you're here, let's stay together!"

As he spoke, he waved his big hand, and three strong palm winds attacked the three girls at the same time.

Feeling that the palm wind was domineering and abnormal, far from being able to defeat them, a dignified look appeared on their faces. With a swing of his body, he turned into three points of silver-white cold light, and hit Tang Zhiwu radially.

Two very different forces collided violently in the air, each not giving in. Suddenly, explosions rang out, one after another.

The three girls were beaten back to their original shapes, but they were three silver-white swords that fell from a height.

Seeing this, Lu Jingyuan's face changed sharply, and he took three steps and two steps to catch up, stretching out his hand to catch the three swords.

Tang Zhi's martial arts have already consumed most of it, but after all, he is a powerhouse in the late stage of the Earth Spirit Realm. The three female cultivators are similar to Lu Jingyuan, even if they have the heart to help each other, but the enemy's cultivation is profound, and they are powerless.

Catch the three swords and send them into the sheath, while urging the gong to be on guard, his eyes are firmly fixed on Tang Zhiwu in the sky, as long as the other party comes up, he is ready to fight for his life and fight him to the death.

Tang Zhiwu looked at Lu Jingyuan condescendingly, laughed twice, and said, "I have changed my mind, I can not kill you, or even let you go." ”

Hearing this, Lu Jingyuan's face was not happy, but an ominous premonition came to his heart. He didn't believe that the culprit in front of him who killed the sect leader and destroyed the Shushan Sword Sect would have such a good heart. Just listen to him continue:

"As long as you hand over those three divine swords to me, you can let them go!"

The Shushan Palm Sect has already driven the crane immortal tour, and the remaining disciples are just a group of Wuhe, how can they become any grandeur? Put it down. Tang Zhiwu was very greedy for the three divine swords.

With an artifact in hand, it can increase the power of the peerless sword technique by several times, and even be able to kill opponents whose cultivation is stronger than itself.

Tang Zhiwugui is a castle lord and has seen a lot, how can he not know the truth? However, he had the heart to ask for a divine soldier, but he still hasn't gotten one. Now that you have such an opportunity, how can you let it go so easily?