Huo Chuan's spirit weapon flying sword swirled and flew, exuding a frosty aura, forming a dense sword net in the air to envelop Wu Langtian.

Wu Langtian jumped up, turned his hand and took out a fiery red war knife from the storage bag, the scorching and powerful aura spread, he slashed horizontally and vertically, the sharp sword was more than twenty meters long, and collided with the frost sword qi and made a sneering sound.

Huo Chuan stood twenty zhang away, holding the sword technique in both hands, his fingertips lingering with silver ice crystals, and an invisible force was controlling this spirit weapon flying sword.

This is by no means just using spiritual power to control the flying sword, Huo Chuan's spiritual power is not strong enough, and it is difficult to control even a high-grade magic weapon, let alone use spiritual power to control this more precious spiritual weapon flying sword.

Spiritual power and true qi can control the spirit weapon flying sword according to a special method, and it is like an arm.

Huo Chuan flickered and moved in that place, the sword technique in his hand was constantly changing, and the speed of his moves was extremely fast, and it was easier to control the flying sword in this way than to swing the sword directly to carry out the connection of moves and some strange angle raids.

The silver cold sword light enveloped Wu Langtian, he struggled to swing the fiery red battle knife and slash, he really didn't look down on Huo Chuan's strength, with his strength of blood condensation six folds and his identity as the number one elite killer of the Blood Killing Sect, how could he be afraid of Huo Chuan?

"锵~锵~锵~"

A series of metal clashes resounded through the jungle, and the incomparable sword qi and sword swords shattered the surrounding ancient trees, and the earth was bombarded with many cracks, extending to the feet of the spectators.

"Huo Chuan boy, Hugh is rampant, and eat me with a knife!" Duan Hong couldn't hold it back, his body moved, and in an instant, he arrived behind Huo Chuan, wielding a narrow black war knife with one arm and stabbing directly at the back of his heart.

Almost at the same time, Shi Mu waved the cyan soft whip in his hand and swept towards Huo Chuan's neck like a poisonous snake.

Huo Chuan couldn't calm down at the moment, his spirit weapon flying sword was already too far away, fighting with Wu Langtian twenty zhang away, he had no chance to dodge, the narrow black battle knife and the cyan soft whip were almost close to his skin, it was already a moment that could not be struck!

Cold sweat was pouring down Huo Chuan's face, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was already desperate.

Suddenly, a red beam of light flashed, and the cyan soft whip was torn apart by a strong force, and it turned out that the red beam was a dark red flying knife, connected by a filament, and the one holding the end of the filament was the bewitching woman with a huge folding fan on her back.

Moreover, Duan Hong's narrow black combat knife was shaken open by a gray claw.

The owner of this claw was the Taoist man with his head wrapped in black cloth, he wore this gray claw in his left hand and a thin stabbing sword in his right hand, he sneered: "Is this how you blood killers deal with your companions?"

"Suddenly~" The Taoist's left sleeve robe waved to his face, and after he took it away, a white face appeared on his face!

"Change your face!" Lin Feng saw this scene from a distance, and remembered the face change in the previous Sichuan drama, he didn't expect that there were people in another world who would do this trick, and it was also a kind of Taoism!

"Are you Qingchengzi?" Duan Hong said with some surprise.

"What Qingchengzi, it's just an outcast of the medium-sized Daomen Qingcheng Sect, how many hurtful things have been done outside, and the notoriety is no less than that of our elite killers of the Blood Killing Sect!" Wu Langtian mocked.

"I didn't expect that my Qingchengzi is still very famous, hehe, okay, today I will let you know if I am a wasted name. You are so rude to Huo Chuan, in fact, you mean that Sang scolded Huai, and you have long been dissatisfied with me and Yu Yan, can't I see it?"

The thin stabbing sword in Qing Chengzi's hand trembled and stabbed at Duan Hong, the sleeve robe in his left hand waved towards his face, and the white face turned into a phantom and bombarded Duan Hong's heart, and a red face appeared on his face.

"Ah~" Duan Hong only had time to block Qingchengzi's thin stabbing sword, and when he was caught off guard, his heart was bombarded by a white face, and his face suddenly turned red, and he vomited blood.

Duan Hong knelt on one knee, holding a war knife with one arm to support his body, spitting blood, but he didn't expect to be hit hard with one move.

The battle between monks cannot only be regarded as the level of cultivation, the key is the performance of the battle, and if you are not careful, you will lose the opportunity.

If Duan Hong really didn't care about his life, it would be difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat with Qingchengzi with all his might, but he would not lose his mind now.

The thin thorn sword in Qing Chengzi's hand trembled, making a whining sound, and the position of his stab was not Duan Hong's throat, but his shoulder, he still focused on the task of this trip to the forbidden land, and now he was just teaching these elite killers a lesson.

Ye Leng had a good relationship with Duan Hong, and immediately flashed over, the black long sword in his hand was like a spiritual snake conjuring up a halo to encircle Qingchengzi's thin stabbing sword, and stabbed out three swords with his backhand in a row, the momentum was endless, like a burst of pine waves, quite awe-inspiring and righteous.

Lin Feng, who was watching the battle from a distance, had some doubts in his heart: "This Ye Leng is really different from other elite killers, what is his origin?"

The sword aperture flickered, and after more than thirty moves, Qingchengzi shouted in a low voice: "Soul Splitting Blood Claw!"

Suddenly, the gray paw of his left hand glowed with a bright red light, as if stained with blood.

The shadow of the claw flew up, sharp and incomparable, and the sound of cracking silk "poof~poof~" sounded in the air, and occasionally there was the sound of ghosts whimpering, it could be that the former souls under the claws were complaining.

How could Ye Leng not maintain the dignity of the elite killers of the Blood Killing Sect, cheer up his spirits, hold the sword in both hands, the momentum is strong and brave, the sword is fast and powerful, and he calmly dissolves these strange claw shadows.

Next to him, Yu Yan was using filaments to control the six flying knives to fly up and down, enveloping Shi Mu in them, each flying knife was extremely fast when it attacked, turning into a bright red beam, these six flying knives formed a formation that became more and more powerful, and the fierce knife qi continued to converge.

Shi Mu was already sweating profusely, the cyan soft whip in his hand did not dare to stop at all, and all the five drops of essence blood energy in the dantian were released, and he struggled to resist these flying knives, and roared angrily: "Huo Chuan, where are you looking for a helper, the six-fold cultivation of blood condensation, I don't know if there is something else." ”

"Hmph, don't slander Huo Chuan, it was the Emperor Fu Sect Master who invited me to come with Qingchengzi, haven't you heard of the Yu family in Yunhai County of Shu Kingdom?"

Lin Feng knew that Huangfu Hao was just using Qingchengzi and Yuyan, no matter how the task was completed, they would not end well.

Shi Mu also seemed to think of this, his anger subsided a little, and shouted: "Brother Lin Feng, come and help me, this goose is a six-fold master of blood condensation, and the flying knife stunt is very difficult to entangle, you can help me!"

Lin Feng was shouted by him by name, if he didn't make a move, even if the four elite killers of the Blood Killing Sect saw through him, it would be difficult to maintain this friendly relationship on the surface in the future.

The dragon-slaying sword slammed out of its sheath, the blue light flickered, and the sound of Qingyue's dragon groan resounded over the jungle.

Lin Feng swung out a sword, and the twenty-five-meter-long sword slashed through the forest, cutting off more than a hundred ancient trees, and then he swung more than a dozen swords in a row from all directions, and these severed ancient trees all flew sideways, roaring towards the feather goose.

"What a rich essence and blood energy!" Yu Yan couldn't help but admire.

Her figure was fluttering, and she flew back thirty feet between breaths, she controlled the filament in her hand, and shot six flying knives at the surrounding trees, and then she relied on the filament to dexterously dodge between the more than a hundred flying ancient trees.

The feathered goose is as swift as a spirit fox, and its body is also very flexible, avoiding ancient trees in extremely narrow gaps several times.

Lin Feng followed closely behind the flying ancient tree, and the sword-like sword was like a dragon churning, this is an atmospheric sword momentum, let you use a thousand tricks, I will break it with a sword!

"I'm a six-fold blood coagulation monk!" Yu Yan said in his heart.

While she dodged the ancient tree, she couldn't help but feel annoyed in her heart, being forced so embarrassed by a blood-coagulation five-fold monk, a little embarrassed.

So Yu Yan picked up the huge folding fan on his back, and the essence and blood in the dantian surged, and suddenly waved the huge folding fan, and a cold Gang Qi swept away.

The turquoise sword and the gang qi collided strongly, and an arc-shaped energy emanated to the surroundings, and the others hurriedly resisted, staring at Lin Feng and Yu Yan in surprise.

They didn't expect that Lin Feng, who had been silent, had such a strong strength and could fight more blood-condensing monks head-on.

"Such a powerful sword intent, I really don't know how strong his accumulation is, could it be that he is the kind of gifted monk who can condense more essence blood in the same realm?" Yu Yan's heart was messy, and she swallowed back the mouthful of blood she was about to spit out.

If she, a six-fold blood-coagulation monk, was bombarded by Lin Feng's sword and vomited blood, what would others think of her?