Countless exclamations rang out from the Momei Villa.

The legendary Canglang Sword Array of the Shoreless Sword Peak reappeared in the world, but only a small part of the swords fell, and it could still directly force the fierce Tie Yiping back. And the mighty sword rain seemed to engulf the entire Momei Villa.

Such an astonishing scene was enough to shock many people, and what happened next shocked many people to scream.

The sword rain formed by the Canglang Sword Array was converging, but the sword blade was not heading towards Tie Yiping or the others present.

The tips of almost all the swords were heading towards Yao Chong, and it seemed that they wanted to nail Yao Chong directly here.

Yao Chong suddenly laughed out loud and threw the Heaven Killing Sword into the air: "Explain it yourself!"

The Heaven Slaying Sword was thrown into the air, and it was immediately drowned in the sword rain, and after a while, all the swords that came down from the Wu'an Sword Peak hovered behind Yao Chong, forming a large dense sword forest, although it seemed to look like a lot of flaws, many of the swords looked similar to the defeated generals of the remnants, but the power was enough to deter everyone who lived.

The Sky Killing Sword was also mixed in the array of swords, but the blood light on the sword looked much dimmer, and it seemed to be very peaceful.

Yao Chong looked up to the sky and laughed, and the laughter was loud.

Falling in the ears of Tie Yiping and the others, Yao Chong's laughter was a naked mockery of them, only Mo Qing knew that he laughed just because he wanted to laugh.

She looked at Yao Chong, and the shadow of a young man in white was reflected in her eyes.

At that time, Yao Chong, a sword warrior, dressed in white like flowing clouds, acted calmly, and from time to time he also revealed a bit of childishness, which was exactly the appearance of a young man in the rivers and lakes.

Now he has experienced a lot of ups and downs, and he can no longer be as happy as before, but in his heart, that young man has never left.

Yao Chong has always been that Yao Chong.

She has always kept Yao Chong in her heart.

......

"Canglang Sword Formation, heh. ”

Ji Chunqiu stared for a moment, and commented with a sneer: "A group of remnant swords that have been cut off most of them dare to be called the Canglang Sword Formation, but they are just a little imposing. ”

He stared at the Heaven Killing Sword mixed in the Canglang Sword Array with contempt, and the disdain on his face was even stronger: "Even the Heaven Killing Sword that swept the world with the Sword Demon back then has become this nest of virtues, is there anything else that can be done in the Shoreless Sword Peak?"

Han Zhen faintly felt in his heart that Ji Chunqiu's words were very inappropriate, although it seemed that a large part of those swords were indeed broken, but the sharp sword intent exuded by these swords was not false at all, although the Heaven Slaying Sword was not as powerful as the legend, but the monstrous blood light that had just been set off, how could it be illusory?

That is the Canglang Sword Formation of the Shoreless Sword Peak, the Holy Pavilion may be able to despise it, but he will definitely not dare!

Seeing Han Zhen's hesitant look, Ji Chunqiu smiled disapprovingly and said, "If I make a move, this sword formation that is strong outside will only be fragmented. ”

Han Zhen said yes again and again.

Ji Chunqiu smiled heartily and continued: "But do you know that the combined efforts of the more than 100 strong people we invited are more than enough to kill me. ”

Han Zhen's body trembled, and he hurriedly said, "This ...... This...... How dare I ......?"

"I know you won't do this, just to make an analogy, everyone's goal now is to make our Demon Emperor His Majesty disappear forever. Ji Chunqiu stretched out his hand to the Momei Villa, as if he wanted to grasp the sword in the sky with one hand, "If everyone does their best to attack this so-called Canglang Sword Formation, guess...... How long will it last?"

Han Zhen knew the judgment of this immortal envoy, and his face showed a hint of joy at the right time, and said, "What does the immortal envoy mean that as long as you give the order, Yao Chong will still die without a place to be buried?"

Ji Chunqiu shook his head with a smile and said, "No." ”

This word immediately frightened Han Zhen.

But before he could think about Ji Chunqiu's meaning, Ji Chunqiu had already smiled meaningfully at him: "It should be you who gives orders, Han Zhentian Han senior." ”

He sighed and said regretfully: "If it weren't for the Holy Pavilion, I would have killed Yao Chong myself, where would I have taken care of so much." ”

When Han Zhen heard this, he sighed in his heart.

How could he not know that in the current situation, the Holy Pavilion did not enter the earthly world, it was completely a, but if the Holy Pavilion really did not enter the earthly world, where could he get the opportunity?

But in any case, he is just a knife held by the Holy Pavilion, and in Ji Chunqiu's eyes, I am afraid that he is a clown who jumps off the beam, even if he is a respected senior master in the human world.

Ji Chunqiu didn't care about what Han Zhen was thinking in his heart, since he dared to let Han Zhen call on these many people to secretly come to besiege and kill Yao Chong, he was sure that he would not betray him.

Everything is under his control, and he just enjoys it.

Ji Chunqiu glanced at Han Zhen and said, "It's time to send Yao Chong on the road, but you can't let him wait too long." ”

Han Zhen nodded, his anger sank into the dantian, and he was about to make a sound, when suddenly a voice came from his ear, and his voice was forced back.

"The Holy Pavilion will only play this kind of shameless trick to drive away the tiger and devour the wolf? You must first think clearly, whether you are driving a tiger or not, and whether you want to swallow it is an ordinary jackal. ”

Han Zhen couldn't help but hold his breath and concentrate, as if he was facing a great enemy.

This voice doesn't sound young, but it's not old, with steady footsteps, there is a majesty of its own, even if he has seen a lot of wind and waves, he doesn't dare to underestimate this should be pacing, the owner of the voice.

However, the meaning in that voice became more and more wrong: "In the final analysis, it is certainly difficult for a person like Your Excellency to do something that is not as good as a beast. ”

Han Zhen was already dumbfounded.

The other party obviously knew the identity and background of Ji Chunqiu Sacred Pavilion, but his words were so rude and unceremonious, he didn't care about the Holy Pavilion's deterrence at all.

Just as he was thinking about who was coming, Ji Chunqiu had already sneered and said, "Mr. Ming Qi, are you the only one?"

The man laughed and said, "I'm the only one, you're disappointed?"

Mr. Ming Qi!

Han Zhen's whole body relaxed a little, and he quickly looked up and saw the face of the person who came, it was Mr. Ming Qi of Momei Villa.

The person who came was Mr. Ming Qi, and Mr. Ming Qi came alone, compared to his other conjectures, this reality made him feel much relieved.

As we all know, among the eight gentlemen of Momei Villa, the first four are deeply involved in the world, and none of them are fuel-efficient lamps, Moda can achieve the god level with the body of a mortal, and fight the sky with one stroke; Long Er can cover the sky and the sun with spiritual ink alone, and he has the blood of the domineering and unparalleled Yanlong, and few people on the mainland can match it; Feng San Tiezui is a god, and he can even change his life against the sky with his own strength; Qu Si sits in the south of the Yangtze River, one person, one mouth, two hands, can fight all over the world.

However, most of the fame of the latter four in the cultivation world was held up by the first four, a scholar who was stuffed in the room behind closed doors, a good wife and mother, a little junior brother with superb swordsmanship, and a little junior sister with superb piano skills......

Mingdao's reputation has always belonged to the level of not up or down, firstly, he may be an absolute powerhouse on the mainland, but it is overshadowed by his senior brothers, and secondly, he has not many deeds, only one hand condenses ink for the sword and is famous all over the world, and now he has not set foot in the world for several years, and it is gradually forgotten by everyone.

Han Zhen just glanced at it, and realized that this Mr. Ming Qi's cultivation realm should be worse than his own, and the power just now was just a trick, just to force him not to dare to move.

Han Zhen knew that even if the cultivation of the Ming Dao was inferior to his own, he would not be his opponent with that unpredictable ink sword alone, but by his side, there was a Holy Pavilion to make it.

Ji Chunqiu's strength, he has not seen through it, but he has a hunch.

If you make your own move, the next second will be your own death.

Mr. Ming Qi is certainly amazingly talented, but his cultivation realm is indeed lower, how can he be Ji Chunqiu's opponent.

Ming Dao stood at a distance of about twenty feet in front of Ji Chunqiu and said, "To tell you the truth, I didn't come alone. ”

Ji Chunqiu looked around with a smile and said, "Mr. Eight didn't come?"

Ming Dao smiled slightly and said, "Of course not." ”

Ji Chunqiu said again: "Then which gentleman has arrived?"

Ming Dao said: "The senior brothers and sisters are very busy and don't have time to pick up the garbage. ”

The sneer on Ji Chunqiu's face gradually turned into a cruel smile: "Since it's not them, what do I have to be afraid of? ”

Ming Dao shook his head and said, "I invited someone to come, but I didn't come to deal with you." ”

"You kind of garbage, I can solve it casually. ”

Ming Dao glanced at Han Zhen and said, "The old thing surnamed Han, do you want to go with him?"