Xu Yuan's natal sword shone with silver light, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, surging madly from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain. Wherever the sword qi went, all the ghosts immediately disappeared.

The more Xu Yuan killed, the more excited he became, and the Natal Sword was constantly trembling.

It's just that this is the battlefield left over from the ancient war, there are countless ghosts and ghosts, accumulated in the ground for many years, and this time it was released by the dragon demon, which is innumerable and inexhaustible.

Although Xu Yuan is a sword cultivator with superb killing power, he is gradually a little powerless in the face of such an overwhelming number of ghosts pouring towards him.

Moreover, the aura in the secret realm was mixed with the aura of the clear spirit, and almost most of it was sucked away by the dragon demon at the canopy, and it was a little difficult for Xu Yuan to absorb the aura to recover his state.

At this moment, Xu Yuan looked up at the tail end of the dragon-shaped mountain range, only to see Zhang Fengmian rushing towards him, behind him, there were eleven long swords hovering leisurely at the eleventh peak valley, and the sword qi of Sen Sen hung straight down like a waterfall, pouring straight into the valley.

Xu Yuan was overjoyed when he saw this, and it seemed that there was only one fixed vein long sword left here. As long as this long sword is in place, and the operation spell stabs at the dragon's spine at the same time, the magic circle that absorbs the pure spirit qi of the secret realm will stop working.

In this way, the dragon demon lost its source of power, and it was only a matter of time before it was sealed again.

Obviously, the ghosts who were arranged here to guard the big array also noticed this, and when they saw Zhang Fengmian coming, they immediately turned around and rushed towards Zhang Fengmian.

The yin and evil qi filled the heavens and the earth, accompanied by the wail of the ghost mist, like a blade piercing Zhang Fengmian's eardrums.

Seeing this, Xu Yuan recklessly stimulated the little remaining spiritual energy storage in his body, and poured it into the natal sword one after another.

I saw that silver light continued to burst out from the natal sword, and behind Xu Yuan, a burly armor-clad and sword-wielding military general looked like a phantom.

The sword-wielding general raised his eyebrows and swept across with a giant sword in both hands, thousands of ghost mist suddenly dissipated, and the aftermath of sword qi continued to spread outward, shaking the unjust ghosts who attacked around him into ashes.

Being attacked by Xu Yuan, the number of ghosts that flocked to Zhang Fengmian instantly decreased a lot, giving Zhang Fengmian a chance to breathe.

Zhang Fengmian seized the opportunity and let Chaos release a few wisps of sword qi to lend to him again, and after letting the sword qi surround the long sword, he suddenly accelerated and rushed forward, tearing a straight hole from the dense middle of the unjust ghosts.

Zhang Fengmian passed through it, and finally arrived at the last dragon's spine joint.

So he didn't waste any more time, hung the long sword in the valley, and then controlled his saber to rise into the air, and connected the twelve swords with a few wisps of sword qi borrowed from Chaos, and he was about to slap the long sword into the dragon's spine with one palm, destroying the mysterious formation.

But at this moment, the mutation regenerates.

Those unjust ghosts who originally had no spiritual intelligence seemed to wake up in an instant, but their purpose was not very good, because they actually recovered their cultivation and began to rise against the wind, roaring towards Zhang Fengmian, who was about to cast a spell in mid-air.

"Brother Xu, stop them!" Zhang Fengmian roared loudly, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The Chaos Sword Qi was too domineering, even if Zhang Fengmian was now a monk with dual body and Dao cultivation, it would be difficult to control it for a long time.

Xu Yuan naturally understood the urgency of the situation, and without waiting for Zhang Fengmian to finish speaking, he immediately urged his sword spirit to rush over.

The tall sword spirit that looked like an armored warrior stepped over, and came to Zhang Fengmian in an instant, he held the sword in front of him, and the sword qi burst out, surging and flowing, confronting those ghosts that were constantly condensed into one.

"Brother Zhang, hurry up, my aura is exhausted, and I won't last long!"

There was also blood spilling from the corners of Xu Yuan's mouth, and there were several terrible wounds on his body that made people palpitate. His face was pale at the moment, and even the light of the sword spirit was gradually dimming.

Zhang Fengmian gritted his teeth, bit his fingers, and dripped blood onto the sword qi chains that connected the twelve long swords.

After the sword qi chain came into contact with Zhang Fengmian's blood, the chaos hidden in the Anonymous clan immediately exerted its strength, informing Zhang Fengmian of the trick of controlling the sword qi, and Zhang Fengmian consumed his own spiritual energy to open the sword lock array.

Rumble!

After a loud bang, the twelve long swords seemed to hang in mid-air, and the giant stars entangled by a small Milky Way shone brightly, making it difficult to look at directly.

The light emitted shone on those ghost creatures, as if it was a poison to restrain them, and the bodies of countless ghost creatures began to hiss, and then burned.

Zhang Fengmian didn't stop doing anything, directly ignited all the spiritual energy in his body, and the meridians on his two arms burst out with golden light, he held the sword qi chain with both hands, and dragged it down desperately, taking this long sword as the starting point, all the long swords wrapped in the chain were turbulent in the sea, sinking down one by one, piercing into the valley.

The earth shook, and the white substance that spread out from the dragon's spine, like vines, withered instantly, and those ghosts that were in a symbiotic relationship with this formation gradually dissipated.

Zhang Fengmian fell to the ground exhausted, his face was pale, the flesh and blood of his two arms were gone, only white bones remained, but the smile on his face did not decrease.

Xu Yuan put away the long sword and sword spirit, walked to Zhang Fengmian's side, took out a white pill from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth, the medicinal power spread, Zhang Fengmian only felt that the pain from his arms gradually disappeared, and when he looked down, there was already pink and tender new meat that began to grow gradually.

Zhang Fengmian was amazed at the exaggerated efficacy of this pill, and was about to ask where this pill came from, and he must get a few more in the future, just in case.

I saw that the white vines that had withered had begun to grow again, but the root system seemed to come alive and began to move towards the dragon's head.

The two of them looked at each other, and it turned out that there was still a main formation at the head of the dragon, and that was the key to the entire formation!

As the formation gradually recovered, the stratum began to surge again, and those unjust ghosts that had disappeared reappeared.

"Damn, that guy actually set the array in his head, and used the ghost fog to cover it, so we didn't notice it for a while!" Xu Yuan spat and had no choice but to take out his natal sword again, always on guard against those unjust ghosts who would pounce at any time.

Zhang Fengmian stood up straight, looking at the dragon's head, his face was a little ugly.

"It seems that that that formation must also be sealed, otherwise the previous one will be in vain."

Xu Yuan cursed, but said helplessly: "But the twelve swords have been used up, and it really can't be done, so Lao Tzu can only use the natal sword." ”

Zhang Fengmian shook his head and said, "The sword cultivation natal sword is closely aligned with your own Taoism, if you use the natal sword as a seal, your cultivation will definitely be extremely damaged, brother, and you will not be able to form a pill in this life." ”

Xu Yuan smiled and said, "Go to the damn knot Dan, I can't go all the way to the top of the sword, and I can't change to martial arts?" After more than 20 years of hard training, I, Xu Yuan, am still a good man, just losing a natal sword, what are you afraid of? ”

"It's a pity that my sword spirit, the first generation of spiritual wisdom, has to be suppressed here with the sword, I'm a little sorry for my old man."

After speaking, Xu Yuan was about to control the natal sword and rush to the dragon head to seal the formation, but was stopped by Zhang Fengmian.

"Brother Xu, don't forget, although I am not a sword cultivator, I am a swordsman, and I also have a sword." Zhang Fengmian took out the anonymous clan he had made with the materials he had spilled from the Hidden Soldier Pavilion, and said with a smile: "And the quality of my sword is not low, let's talk ...... it."

Besides, there is chaos residing in it for many days, and it has been impregnated by his sword qi, and it has long been beyond the ordinary, and it is very suitable to use it as a sword to seal the town.

It's just that it's better not to talk about the topic of mixing.

Xu Yuan didn't care about Zhang Fengmian's words, half hidden, but asked seriously: "Is this sword really feasible?" ”

Zhang Fengmian nodded, of course this sword is feasible.

It's just that in this way, before finding the next suitable longsword to live in, Chaos must sleep in his own sea of consciousness.

The reason why the sword spirit is called the sword spirit is naturally to use the sword as the spirit body, and other utensils cannot be tolerated.

In fact, this method was told to Zhang Fengmian by Chaos, and Zhang Fengmian thought about letting Chaos hide in the remnant sword he had found in the True Dragon's heart before, but Chaos refused.

Instead of relying on the remnant sword, it is better to sleep and wait until you find the truly suitable spirit sword before awakening. Moreover, chaos has existed for thousands of years, and it has a certain ability to move independently from the sword body.

Seeing that Zhang Fengmian was confident, Xu Yuan was relieved. He glanced at the surrounding circle of ghosts that had re-surrounded him, and said indifferently: "Since this is the case, then you can rest assured to seal the formation, and I will eliminate these obstacles." ”

At the same time, Song Yuanhe, who was fighting with Chen Fushan and the others at the canopy, was taken away by the dragon demon, sensed that something was wrong, and after throwing out a spell with force, he quietly released a law body and flew to the mountain range while the three of them were tired of coping.

Song Yuan and the Dharma Body left the Tianmu Battlefield in one step, looking down on Shanglong Ridge in mid-air, their golden eyes instantly locked on the positions of Zhang Fengmian and Xu Yuan, the corners of their mouths rose, and they smiled evilly: "Little thief ant, I didn't go looking for you, but you came back to die." In that case, I will take this little life of yours, along with all the things you stole from me! ”

Song Yuanhe was still in mid-air, so he threw out a spell from afar and smashed it at Zhang Fengmian.

Zhang Fengmian, who was in the sword, didn't notice it at all, and only under the reminder of chaos did he dodge without danger.

Song Yuanhe stepped in front of Zhang Fengmian and sneered: "Human thief, return all the things you stole from me, I can consider letting you die a happy death." ”

Zhang Fengmian slid backwards for a distance, smiled slyly, and said, "Your name is Song Yuanhe?" I haven't stolen anything from you, but I picked it up, I want it? Then get it yourself. ”

Then immediately Edgeworth fled.

Thanks to this magical little pill that Brother Xu gave him, not only did he heal his injuries extremely quickly, but he also seemed to have faintly increased his martial arts cultivation.

Zhang Fengmian felt that now that his martial arts were heavier, the sky was becoming more and more condensed and heavy.

Song Yuanhe was not in a hurry, slowly followed behind Zhang Fengmian, and sneered: "Huangkou Xiaoer, your mouth is quite clever, when the time comes, I will pull out your tongue, see how you are still sharp?" ”

Then he looked down at his remains, looking at the twelve long swords that had been fixed into the bone joints, and a trace of yin flashed in Song Yuanhe's eyes.

There were green tendons on his forehead, and when he looked at Zhang Fengmian, his gaze stayed on the long sword at his feet for a long time.

"You sword-wielding people are damned, doing me three or two times. In the end, the bad thing did not happen, but it cost me my life. The sword cultivator surnamed Ouyang was like this before, and now you ......"

Song Yuanhe squinted his eyes and looked at Zhang Fengmian, his eyes narrowed, and he sneered: "Hehe, it's not even a sword cultivator, where did you get the courage to find death?" ”

Song Yuanhe calmly followed behind Zhang Fengmian, like a cat teasing a mouse that was already on his plate.

"You don't think that with the long sword qi turned into the sword qi left over from that surnamed Ouyang, nailing my dragon vein will make you turn defeat into victory? As a result, what I did in the end was a bamboo basket for nothing, are you disappointed now? ”

Song Yuanhe's ridicule was beyond words, and he sneered:

"Run, I love watching you ants struggle before they die!"