Hehe, interesting, every monk of the Yijian Immortal Sect is as arrogant as you, you must know that you still had a chance just now, but now you don't have a chance?"

As soon as his voice fell, a long black banner appeared in his hand.

With a wave of the long flag, there was a ghostly roar in the entire sky in an instant, and the light of its range enveloped the sky within a radius of dozens of miles.

"Roar!"

The next moment, countless yin spirits roared towards Wang Ziyang.

"It's still the same old way to use it. Looking at the yin soul that covered the sky, the corners of Wang Ziyang's mouth had a hint of disdain, and the golden long sword in his hand suddenly loosened at this moment.

The golden sword floated in the air, and then its two fingers formed into a sword.

Buzz!

In an instant, the golden long sword began to differentiate continuously, one after another, but in a few breaths, there were golden long swords all over the hundreds.

And each long sword is the same, and it is completely impossible to see that it is condensed by mana and sword qi.

"The sword breaks through the void!"

After the golden long sword was like a long river, Wang Ziyang pinched the sword trick in his hand.

Woohoo......

In the next moment, one golden sword after another tore through the sky, and flew towards the roaring Yin Soul without giving way.

Bang bang bang......

As soon as the two came into contact, those ghosts suddenly shattered one by one, and the trend continued to recoil towards the three people on the two-pole crossing boat.

Looking at this scene, the face of the man wearing the demon mask sank, and even if there was a spell in his hand, it fell on the long banner in his hand.

WhewW......

At the same time, those raging ghosts recoiled back at this moment, forming a terrifying tornado force across the entire sky, and in the center of the tornado, a demon with huge horns emerged.

The long fangs of this evil fang, he took a breath at the golden swords that came from the sky, and in an instant, those golden swords were submerged into the giant mouth, and in just a few breaths, most of them were swallowed.

Seeing this scene, Wang Ziyang was not in a hurry, and the same sword tricks were played, and he saw that the golden flying swords that had been sucked away quickly fused with each other at this moment, and they actually formed a golden fire phoenix dozens of feet in size.

This phoenix wings spread, when even if there is a monstrous flame roaring out.

This flame covered a wide area, just a breath, it filled a radius of dozens of miles, and in this flame, with one after another high phoenix roar, there were one fire phoenix after another emerged.

In just a moment, a hundred golden fire phoenixes flew out of the flames and flew towards the evil ghost, and its momentum was so great that the entire sky was distorted, and the faces of the three people on the two-pole boat changed suddenly.

"You don't do it yet, what are you waiting for?" Seeing that those yin spirits turned into nothingness under the flames set off by the fire phoenix before they could get close, the evil ghosts couldn't hold their breath anymore, and suddenly roared.

"This fire phoenix is obviously just transformed by sword qi, but the momentum it forms is simply like a real fire phoenix, the sword cultivation of this Yi Sword Immortal Sect, after comprehending the differentiation of sword light and the transformation of sword intent, its means are so difficult that they are not much weaker than those law cultivators. Hearing the evil ghost's words, the woman wearing the green fox mask sighed with a sigh on her face, and a white picture scroll appeared in her hand.

Swish!

The white scroll opens, and inside is a landscape ink painting, with a verdant ancient tree rising from the ground.

And as the magic trick in the hand of the woman wearing the green fox mask was played, a burst of dark green aura rippled out on the white scroll.

At the same moment, the verdant ancient tree actually grew out of the painting to the outside world.

In an instant, on top of the ancient tree, there were luxuriant vines permeating out, like verdant pythons, just a few breaths of time, filling the land within a radius of several miles.

Woohoo......

In a moment, these vines entangled towards the roaring fire phoenixes.

The flames were scorching, but there was a cold and biting chill on those vines, although the vines were burned as soon as Fang touched them, but the vines in the painting seemed to be endless, entangled one fire phoenix after another, and bound them in place.

And the man with the white jade skull mask beside him also sacrificed his magic weapon at this time, but it was a frost-white gourd.

As the gourd opened, there was a dense sound of insects chirping inside, and these snow insects looked like centipedes, all with transparent wings on their backs.

And its speed was extremely fast, turning into a cold current, roaring towards Wang Ziyang.

"Frost and Snow Devouring Golden Centipede? Looking at the snow-white centipede, Wang Ziyang's gaze also became solemn.

These centipedes look no bigger than a palm, but their teeth are extremely sharp, they can easily bite and devour magic weapons, and more importantly, once they are too numerous, they will form a cold wave, which can easily freeze all instruments, and even some spells will be frozen under this cold wave.

And the defensive power of these spirit insects themselves is also extremely powerful, judging from Wang Ziyang's eyes, I am afraid that they are comparable to those medium-grade magic weapons.

As soon as he thought of this, he saw the sword trick in Wang Ziyang's hand, and among the hundred fire phoenixes, one of them suddenly rolled back and turned into a golden long sword and appeared in his hand.

Sonor!

The sound of the sword sounded, and the golden sword qi immediately slashed towards those roaring spirit insects.

And these golden sword qi formed a huge sword array in mid-air, and within the sword array, the sharp sword qi formed a long river of sword qi.

Bang bang bang......

In an instant, a shrill metallic roar continued to sound from between the two.

And when Wang Ziyang was fighting the three of them alone, Nangong Jianzi's side was at a critical moment.

Purple long swords roared across the entire sky, and the purple swords continued to make the giant peak that had been transformed into the seal of the mountain in the hands of the fierce wolf constantly retreated under the impact of the long sword.

What made the fierce wolf even more horrified was that those whistling purple long swords, each impact was in the same position, causing the peak of the Zhenshan seal to sink in a visible form, and it was constantly pierced.

This scene made the fierce wolf's mood even heavier, but under this continuous sword blade, he could only urge the mana with all his strength, and he didn't dare to stop at all.

"No!"

The next moment, a trace of horror appeared in the eyes of the fierce wolf, and he saw Nangong Jianzi closing his sword with his body, like a purple electric light, speeding towards him.

Boom!

In an instant, the mountain peak that Zhenshan Yin turned into suddenly broke from the middle, and it was no longer able to withstand the sharp sword qi, and at the same time, a purple sword light continued to amplify in the eyes of the fierce wolf.

Poof!

As the purple sword light missed, the head with the fierce wolf mask was suddenly separated from the body, and at the moment of separation, it was torn to pieces by the burst of sword qi.

But even Yuan Ying didn't escape, and was killed by Nangong Jianzi with a sword.