The elders outside were feeling that their old faces could not be hung by the behavior of the disciples, and the water mirror suddenly went black, and the scene in the sword mound was no longer visible.

In front of Shu Jue, the sword shattered, and the disciple holding the sword came to his senses.

Although he did what he had just done unconsciously, he had a memory.

Thinking of the bastard thing he did, and then thinking about Shu Jue's strength in breaking the spirit sword with two fingers......

"Gollum", he swallowed, his voice trembling: "This fellow Daoist, I really can't help it, but can you listen to my defense?" ”

Shu Jue ignored the ice spirit root that shouted "I still want to eat", and said, "I know, you are affected by the evil qi on the sword, don't worry, I don't blame you." ”

Seeing that she looked very good at talking, the disciple breathed a sigh of relief, just now he felt that his head was not on his neck.

"But......" Shu Jue pretended to think deeply, "Fellow Daoist, I see that you are young, your bones are amazing, and you have the ability to save the world, do you want to do something earth-shattering?" ”

The surrounding disciples and scattered cultivators were still shouting and shouting and killing, but only the small corner where Shu Jue was located was the most peaceful.

Few people noticed the breaking of the sword with their bare hands, but some swords did!

The swords here are all old antiques that have been buried in the soil for I don't know how long, and they have basically given birth to spiritual sense, and the instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm drives them away from Shujue.

The disciple who used the sword to sneak attack Shu Jue was a disciple of a small sect named Shen Yixiao.

After listening to what Shu Jue said, Shen Yixiao felt that his head was a little dangerous.

Shen Yixiao was bitter and resigned himself to drawing his sword.

Looking at the sword mound full of swords, Bing Linggen let out an excited voice: "Eat!" Eat! Eat! ”

Shu Jue drew his sword while consciously communicating with it: "Okay, I'll be seven and you'll be three." ”

Originally, she didn't want to draw the sword, but the Ice Spirit Root could purify the evil qi and demonic energy on the sword and transform it into the purest aura.

She admits that she was shamefully moved when she heard about it.

But she was too slow to draw her sword alone, and she couldn't let the two girls, Li Yinyin and Lin Nianjiao, get into danger, so she could only enslave Shen Yixiao, who had just pointed the sword at her.

The huge sword mound was extremely noisy, and the sound of sword collision, scolding, and sword crumbling was mixed together.

If it weren't for the fact that there were only Terran monks in this sword shrine, Shu Jue would have thought that this was the battlefield of the Demon Race.

She rolled up her sleeves and asked Lin Nianjiao and Li Yinyin to protect themselves, and then rushed into the crowd with a burning stick in hand.

Reiki, she's coming!

Over there, Chu Yunchen sensed that something was wrong when he touched the sword, and withdrew his hand in time.

"What's wrong? Senior Brother Yunchen? Yu Mingli always paid attention to him, and immediately stepped forward to care for him when she saw him frowning.

"There's something wrong with this sword." Chu Yunchen's eyebrows were wrinkled into the word "Chuan", and as soon as he touched the sword, there was an indescribable tingling sensation in his palm.

As his disciples were affected by the sword, he pulled Yu Mingli and stepped aside.

Looking at his hand holding his wrist, Yu Mingli pretended to be shy, but his face was really red, so he could only lower his head.

"What's going on? System? There doesn't seem to be any such thing as a sword mound in the original plot? ”

There was no white light in the desert, no Shu Jue and the disciples of the Dan Sect teamed up, and there was no sword mound in which these disciples fought each other.

The whole sword mound is like a big fight, you slash me and I stab you twice.

Thanks to the fact that these disciples have not used spiritual power, there has been no death yet, but looking at those seriously injured disciples, Yu Mingli feels that they should not be far from death.

She tugged on Chu Yunchen's sleeve and said cautiously, "Senior Brother Yunchen, shall we go and help?" She pointed to the seriously injured disciple who fell to the ground, "Let's send him out while he is still angry?" ”

Most of the disciples sign up for the waist card is hung on the waist, as long as they use spiritual power, no matter who they are, they can crush it.

Under normal circumstances, it is natural that it is not allowed to crush other people's waist cards, but in this special case, in order to save the lives of those people, it can only be done.

Of course, Yu Mingli can say such things with certainty that Chu Yunchen will not be injured.

Because she knew that Chu Yunchen's strength was only at the peak of foundation building on the surface, but because of the particularity of the cultivation exercises, his actual combat strength was comparable to the middle stage of Jindan.

Chu Yunchen looked at him, his eyes were obviously very complicated.

Yu Mingli could guess that he must have been shocked by his kindness in his heart.

Chu Yunchen os: Wait a minute, I'm leaving, this rookie sister won't be cut, right?

Eventually, he hesitated and rushed into the crowd.

The sword mound was a hundred feet high to the ground, and the disciples who came late could hear the sound of shouting and killing before they went down.

Stick out your head and look, good guy, there's really a fight down there, white knives in and red knives out, it's real!

The disciples above looked at each other, but they still didn't go down.

At ten o'clock at noon, the sun shone vertically into the sword shrine, as if the dark abyss suddenly lit up, the white sword light was dazzling, and some of the disciples who were affected by the mind suddenly woke up, looked at the long sword that was still dripping blood in their hands, and immediately threw the sword away in horror.

The figures of a green and a pink in the crowd shuttled quickly, and wherever Shu Jue went, a spirit sword turned into scrap metal, and Chu Yunchen was doing his best to send those seriously injured disciples out.

The elder who was drinking tea outside couldn't sit still when the first seriously injured disciple came out.

As the seriously injured disciples of each sect were sent out, the elders of the Dan Sect checked their injuries one by one, and then his face was a little ugly: "They are all sword wounds." ”

Obviously told again and again that the point is up, what is going on inside? Cannibalism among the same race, this group of little cubs turned against the sky!