"Cloth knife array! kill! kill! kill!"

Seeing the tragic situation of Duan Yuanqing, Wang Feng's eyes were split, he couldn't hold back the anger in his heart anymore, and gave the order to kill.

Boom Boom!

The remaining seven innate masters formed three sword formations, full of evil spirit, full of real energy, and pulled out their special sabers in unison, and all of them moved in unison and rushed forward.

How could they be suppressed by a demonic crooked path with such a powerful force!

These innate catches quickly, their eyes are as sharp as eagles, and the invisible murderous aura envelops Song Yifei.

Between ten steps, the cruel and cold evil qi and killing intent, boiling, condensing, accumulating, and finally reaching its peak.

The power of each sword array was condensed into one, and even the space seemed to be distorted, and ordinary people would be terrified just by being stared at.

Whew!

The cold light of the forest was slanted, rippling, and dozens of treasure knives flashed with the edge of cutting the void, which was extremely fast.

The sword light condensed into a knife net, covering Song Yifei's whole body from top to bottom, and shrouded his head.

"Run!"

Seeing Song Yifei's situation, Song Zhian's pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't help but shout.

All sects and factions in the world's martial arts have the art of joint attack, the most famous is Wudang's Zhenwu Seven Sword Formation, Shaolin's Eighteen Bronze Array, which can integrate the power of many people into one and burst out with strength far beyond the same level.

The knife array used by the six doors, called the Liuhe Sword Array, although there is no way to compare with Wudang Shaolin, is also extraordinary.

There are two innate masters and four congenital small successes, and the strength of the Liuhe Sword Formation is not weaker than that of the Innate Great Perfection, and even slightly wins, but it is only a little inferior in flexibility.

Seven congenital masters formed three major sword formations, and Song Yifei at this time was equivalent to facing three congenital consummations at the same time, and he was in great danger.

"Winter thunder rolls!"

Lu Qingyan, who was also aware of Song Yifei's crisis, was anxious, and the sword momentum changed, and the sword light actually contained the artistic conception of thunder, like the thunder of the winter on a sunny day, which was stunning and deafening.

"Broken!"

Wang Feng, who was entangled with Lu Qingyan, naturally couldn't let the other party succeed, he walked with the knife, the cold ice and the sword, indestructible, resisting, shattering, sword qi thundering.

"Damn!"

Due to the urgency to save people, Lu Qingyan's move was flawed, and it was easily broken by Wang Feng, and he couldn't help but feel annoyed in his heart, but he couldn't do anything.

"If my son has three longs and two shorts, I will fight with you!"

Lu Qing's eyes were furious, and the sword momentum in his hand changed, from the previous rainstorm and thunder, to the current continuous gentleness, murderous and restrained, but more dangerous.

"Old Wu!"

Song Zhian was covered in injuries and couldn't do anything, so he could only call Wu Jinyan to see if he could come forward to help and reduce some of the pressure.

It's a pity that Wu Jinyan's pressure at this time is not small, he and the three old men combined into a simple four-elephant array, and while protecting Song Zhi'an and the four of them, they have been targeted by Xiao Wenxian.

Encircling Wei to save Zhao, encircling points to send reinforcements, taking them by surprise, and attacking them unprepared, is a strategy that can be used on any battlefield.

If you dare to kill me, I will kill your whole family!

Xiao Wenxian, who was furious, was ready to slaughter Song Zhi'an and the four of them first, venting the anger in his heart.

Xiao Wenxian shook slightly, and instantly came to Wu Jinyan's eight people, his body was slightly sideways, his right leg was raised, and two simple movements pressed the hearts of the eight people.

"The third form of the dragon descending god leg - dragon battle in the wild!"

Roar!

The dragon shadow flew, and Xiao Wenxian kicked out, extremely majestic.

Thundered!

In front of the eyes of the eight people, it was like a hurricane blowing, and the leg shadows formed by true qi stirred the general trend of heaven and earth and pushed it sideways.

Where the legs are strong, a clear dragon-shaped pit is drawn on the ground, like a real dragon descending into the world.

"Three!

Wu Jinyan's true qi ran to the extreme, his face turned red, and unconsciously, his arms were shrouded in golden true qi, like pure gold, he shouted, and his palms with golden gloves greeted him.

Buzzing!

The air was torn apart, and there was a sound like rolling thunder, like a roar of King Kong, and the hearts of the people were stirred.

Rumble!

It was as if there was a thunderbolt, and the palms and feet collided together, and the wind and clouds surged, making it impossible to look at directly.

The next moment!

The figure flew upside down and spat out a mouthful of blood in the air!

There is no accident, it's Wu Jinyan!

"It's a Shaolin Mighty King Kong Palm! It's a pity! You're a little off the fire!"

The third style of the dragon god leg - the dragon swing tail!

The other three congenital old men did not dare to hesitate at all, and joined forces to meet them.

It's a pity that the gap is too big, and all three people were injured in one blow.

All the battles were between lightning and flint, and the sword net that shrouded Song Yifei had already arrived.

Song Yifei took a deep breath, his face was sad and joyless, and his black pupils were rendered in his eyes like ink.

Soon turned into pure black, like a bottomless abyss, seducing the soul, shaking like a cosmic black hole, devouring everything.

Call~!

Song Yifei rushed out of the black aura up and down his body, like smoke, steaming, tumbling, surrounding, endlessly.

Bang!

Facing a knife that was enough to smash the iron man, Song Yi flew forward with a slight step, and the black mist around him suddenly shook, and the evil qi that originally looked light and fluttering suddenly became heavy, like mercury, mercury and lead, heavy water, and the pressure of the air flow oscillated and exploded violently.

It's as if the surrounding void can't carry these evil qi.

Airplanes!

At the moment when he was about to collide with the knife net, the black evil qi suddenly shrank, covering Song Yifei's whole body, turning into a black giant tiger that was as delicate as an ancient demon.

Roar!

The black giant tiger opened its bloody mouth, revealing its fangs and bloodstains, as if it had just devoured flesh and blood, slaughtering endless creatures, and sending out a demonic roar that penetrated the heavens and the earth and penetrated people's hearts towards the eighteen innate beings who rushed towards them.

Tiger Soul Eater of the Seventh Form of the Tiger Evil Sword Technique!

Hearing this loud roar, the eighteen innate spirits were in a trance, as if they saw the unjust demons and ghosts of the sea of blood, and they rushed towards them, wanting to pull everything in the world into hell and bury them in the sea of blood.

This kind of weird martial arts, they have never seen before.

Because no one has ever cultivated the incomplete Tiger Evil Sword Technique to the state of perfection.

Only Song Yifei relied on the power of the system to forcibly cultivate the incomplete exercises to perfection.

The knife net, the knife momentum, and the figures of the eighteen people were all slightly stunned, and their spirits were sluggish, and the true qi that was originally integrated together was violently shaken apart.

Song Yifei, who seized the opportunity, did not stop, using a sword as a knife, and entangled with a knife, forming a pitch-black light and shadow, rolling and slashing towards the eighteen people, the air was torn apart, and the scream was released!

Zheng!

Poof! poof!

Knife break!

Death!

The nearest six congenital masters were all cut throats by Song Yifei, and only one escaped by luck and broke a hand.

Thorn, stab, stab!

The sword qi was stimulated, and the volley slashed through a few feet, like a bamboo, swinging through layers of air, and killing more than a dozen innate Xiaocheng one after another.

In one fight, most of the casualties in the six doors were lost!

Everyone was amazed!

Thousands of people are terrified!