The blue flying sword crosses the sky,

The breath overwhelms the entire battlefield.

Phew!

The hundred ghosts cried, and another sharp howl came, and a series of transparent sound waves were generated, converging into three, transparent and bright, and the finished font shot out.

Shout!

The Taiqing Flying Sword reversed and slashed horizontally, and the three transparent spikes collapsed, scattering the stars everywhere, creating ripples on the ground.

"Oh?"

Jiang Ding's expression was slightly cold, and his eyes looked at one place.

Compared to the attack, his defense is abnormally weak, and the most annoying thing is,

Someone sneaked up while he was attacking!

Surrounded by a hundred ghosts,

A pale-skinned young man stood on the head of a one-horned ghost king, and the whole person was only one-tenth the size of the ghost king.

"What the hell are you?"

When the faint sword intent came, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and his face changed slightly: "All the disciples listened to the order, killed this person, and the family was promoted to the foundation building family, and it will remain unchanged for three hundred years!" ”

"Retreat, die!"

"Imbue his family and refine his soul for a hundred years!"

At the same time, the prohibitions placed on the disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall by many Foundation Tsuji Monks trembled slightly, and a stern warning came.

"Blood Knife!"

"Poison Cloud Technique!"

"Ghost spear technique!"

Not daring to have any hesitation, many disciples of blood, poisonous zombies, and a hundred ghosts turned their spells and shot towards the sky, densely packed, and became a sea.

The disciples of the Seven Feather Sect breathed a sigh of relief and retreated again and again to protect themselves.

"Unreliable ......"

Jiang Ding frowned and didn't persuade anything.

The Taiqing Flying Sword flew back to its body, and in a clanging sound, it turned into a sharp light that pierced through layers of blood knives and bone spears, and flew out rapidly.

Too crispy and a little cumbersome.

"Stop him!"

The blood-turning son and the hundred devils burst out of mana, blocking them with the blood-turning knife embryo and the hundred ghosts screaming.

Shout!

was slashed in an instant, and there was no enemy under the Taiqing Flying Sword.

After crossing thousands of meters in the open, his figure disappeared.

"Not good!"

"Uncle Xiaoshi, we were wrong!"

Li Qingyun and the Seven True Legends suddenly looked frightened, and said angrily: "Stop!" Stop the disciples of the Blood Slaughter Palace, or you and I will die! ”

That's when they reacted.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there has never been a reason for the superior to block the sword of the lower!

Not recognizing this fact,

Dead is in vain!

"Kill!"

The disciples of the Seven Feather Sect went up and down, and their eyes were red.

Dao Dao spells slaughtered the opposite side without a fatality, and fireballs, firebirds, earth spears, and water arrows were densely packed into a net, once again pulling the disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall into the war.

There are nearly two thousand people, so that they can't even contain the disciples of the Blood Slaughter Palace!

Previously, it was nothing more than being afraid of death, throwing all the risks to others to bear, and quietly waiting for the end of the war.

Rumble!

Bang!

In the collapse of a large number of spells, the disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall only cared about chasing and killing the figures in the sky, thus ignoring the enemy on the opposite side, causing the death of more than 100 people in an instant, and the blood and flesh of the zombies were smelly.

"Kill the enemy first!"

The disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall reacted between life and death, and hurriedly reversed the spell.

Pieces of poisonous clouds, bone spears, and the most powerful group of blood knives slaughtered forward, once again resisting the attack of the disciples of the Seven Feather Sect, and began to counterattack.

The cooperation of the military array contains the mystery of the inheritance of the sect, and it is not possible to make up for these gaps by casually deploying and concentrating manpower!

"Kill these ants first!"

The blood-turning son stroked a little on the crack of the blood-transforming knife embryo, and his voice was as cold as ice.

"Kill ...... first"

Similarly, the hundred devils also blurted out.

The two of them instantly understood the weakness of Jian Xiu.

Although there is the fighting power to crush them,

However, its own defense is extremely poor, even in the late stage of Qi cultivation and the attacks of Qi cultivation peak cultivators, they cannot ignore it, and there is still a threat.

These disciples have an important role!

"Kill!"

The two of them glanced at each other, carrying a violent aura, and each pounced on a battle line, the Blood Divine Sword was vertical and horizontal, and the hundred ghosts screamed violently, and in an instant, the heads of the seventeen Yu Sect disciples exploded and died, and the blood was sucked dry.

Shout!

horizon

The figure of the young man in Tsing Yi appeared again, and the azure flying sword appeared again in the huge air explosion, so fast that it disappeared within the range of divine consciousness.

At the same time, more than ten azure sword qi spread out around, extremely agile, and they were scattered, passing through the heads of the late-stage Qi cultivation cultivators of the Blood Slaughter Hall one by one.

Spells, shields, and defensive weapons are useless.

"Little Uncle Ancestor!"

"Invincible!"

Many disciples of the Seven Feather Sect wept with joy.

Under the sword qi, a monk in the late stage of the Qi cultivation of the Blood Slaughter Hall died, and the Seven Feather Sect monks on the battlefield immediately had the absolute upper hand, and quickly wiped out the remaining disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall with the momentum of the autumn wind sweeping the leaves.

"Not good!"

The Blood-Changing Son was in no mood to care about these disciples, and boundless fear welled up in his heart, and his eyes were already covered with a clogged blue sword light.

The sword came too fast!

"Turn into blood, slash with a knife!"

Under the pressure of life and death, the blood transformation son could do nothing, he could only roar wildly, and the viscous dark red essence blood all over his body poured into the knife embryo that had been cultivated for many years and devoured many brothers and sisters.

Bloodless slash!

This is the method of fighting for life recorded in the Blood Slaughter Palace's Blood Transformation Yu Clan's "Blood Transformation Divine Skill", which consumes all the essence blood and mana to cut out a knife.

If you can get the enemy's flesh and essence blood and return, it will only be a great loss of vitality.

If it fails,

The blood of the whole body is dried up and he dies!

The blood light and sword qi are all over the sky, and the momentum is terrifying, if the foundation building monk is here, he will also be shocked!

"Slash!"

The blood-turning child roared, and it was extremely tragic.

The blood-red blade met the azure sword light straight up.

The other party is still the same, but the super speed and sharpness, with a faint sense of disillusionment, are precise and calm from beginning to end, and have never changed.

Bite!

Sparks splashed everywhere, and the azure sword qi and the blood-colored sword qi collided with each other and annihilated each other, and the sharp voice trembled for miles.

"Break it for me!"

The blood-transforming son stared at his blood-transforming god knife embryo.

There are no miracles.

Even more terrible things happened, in the sound of metal crunching and trembling, the blood-turning knife embryo screamed sadly, and the blood-colored spiritual light flashed violently, and it was uncertain.

Click!

After a little stalemate, the palm-sized Blood Transformation God Knife broke directly from the rift left before.

Shout!

The blue light of the Taiqing Flying Sword, which had lost its block, shone brightly, passing through the withered head of the blood transformer, leaving a hole that was transparent in front and bright in the back.

"Knife ......"

The blood transformer spat out a word with difficulty, and his body was reduced to countless tiny fragments under the destruction of the high-concentration sword qi.

Even with the tenacious vitality of the blood path, you will die completely!

This is a knife embryo made of third-order blood spirit iron!

How could it be interrupted in two in battle!

He was unwilling.

It's a pity that no one cares about a person who doesn't have a corpse anymore.

"The Bloodless Son is also dead!"

The battlefield was silent.

"Run!"

Many Blood Slaughter Hall disciples shouted in shock, ignoring even the opponents on the opposite side, showing fear on their faces, no longer paying attention to the order, and fleeing into the distance, causing a large number of disciples to follow suit.

Bite!

Jiang Ding used his sword qi to slash through a hundred ghost sound wave attacks, and he successfully dodged the other three with his magnetic suspension flying technique.

Taiqing Flying Sword turned, and Sen Ran looked in the direction of the hundred devils.

"Sneak attack, are you really happy?"

The hundred devils didn't say a word.

Burning essence blood, burning the origin of the yin qi of the hundred ghosts, self-destructing the flying best magic weapon, and fleeing into the distance.

(End of chapter)