The black flying sword had shrunk by half, but a gorgeous flame tail had thrown out from the surface of the flying sword, and a terrifying sword intent bloomed from inside.

A long laugh followed, and black sword shadows immediately appeared in front of the dwarf, slashing towards all parts of his body.

The dwarf let out a long shout, and his body swelled like a blown ball, and his body turned into a golden color, like a god.

The black long sword suddenly turned into a black sword light more than 100 zhang long, and it was fleeting, like the long rainbow after the rain!

There was a sudden scream from the other side!

His arms and legs slipped off in unison, leaving only his body and head, but there was not a trace of blood in his limbs.

The flying sword didn't pause, and it burst out violently over his skull!

"Boom!"

With an earth-shattering bang, Ling Old Ancestor's natal flying sword exploded, and a blazing sun appeared in the sky!

In the Demon Dao camp that was hundreds of feet away, the monks who stood at the forefront actually split their limbs like paper figures, turning into pools of minced flesh, and were injured by this invisible sword qi.

Seeing this scene, those demon Dao disciples scattered in fright.

And the dwarf in the center was even more miserable, the magic body was swept into flesh by the sword qi that burst out, and only a small piece of flesh and blood in the abdomen remained intact.

They originally thought that Ling Lao Zu would escape, but they didn't expect that he would be so decisive and directly detonate the magic body and the natal flying sword!

It's not that it's careless, it's that no one dares to do it.

In the violent detonation just now, Ling Lao Zu's divine soul was also annihilated with the explosion, which also meant that he was no longer in the path of reincarnation.

With the fall of Ling Old Ancestor, those five Elders also attacked with their strongest moves!

But.... All this in vain!

The one-eyed old man looked at the battlefield next to him, with a look of horror in his eyes, but when he saw that this group of knots also wanted to fight hard, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I saw him stretch out his finger, and a black firework condensed in the middle, throwing it towards the five flying swords.

A few flying swords naturally wouldn't let him succeed easily, so they dodged one after another, but the pitch-black flame speed was extremely fast, and it followed closely behind the flying swords, leaving them with no time to separate.

There was a blue flying sword that was a little slower, and it was contaminated with this flame, and in the next second, black flames burned on the flying sword, and the blue flying sword fell silently and stuck on the ground.

This Uncle Jiedan fell like this, and he didn't even make a wave!

Seeing that the crisis had been resolved, the strong man raised a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth, and he became arrogant again, turning into a ball of yellow fireworks and grabbing towards the flying sword.

Hiding on the side, Han Yu was also very uncomfortable when he saw Ling Lao Zu fall, but he forcibly suppressed those chaotic thoughts in his mind, and now he only had one thing to consider.

Stay alive!

The five Jiedan monks did not make a single wave under the siege of the two Yuan Infants, and they all died on the spot.

Just as Han Yu was about to forcibly break through, there was another loud bang from the ground of the main hall!

Countless sword shadows emerged from the ground of the Great Hall, strangled towards those demonic armies.

The two primordial babies were caught off guard, and the demon army that came to encircle them also suffered heavy casualties, but a three-inch villain appeared in the piece of minced meat floating in the sky, turning into a streamer and fleeing into the distance.

However, Han Yu didn't have the heart to pay attention to this scene.

"Sword Shrine!" Han Yu looked a little surprised, but he also knew that the time had come to break through.

The disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect originally had a little expectation of the battle, but when they saw Ling Lao Zu blow himself up and die, all the uncles in the Dan stage had fallen, so they all completely collapsed and fled in all directions.

At this time, there was no need to care about any unity, and the monks of the foundation building period flew with their weapons one after another, and fled towards those sparsely populated places, while the disciples of the Qi refining period had too slow their imperial weapons, and they blessed the light body technique, and fled all over the mountains.

When the sword mound erupted, Han Yu did not use the imperial weapon to fly, but instead pasted a few talismans on his body and fled in the direction of the dense forest.

Yu Ningwu's eyes were red, but he didn't drag Han Yu's hind legs, and followed closely behind him, and the two of them killed in the most dense direction together.

The monks in this direction are the most dense and the mana is obviously weaker than the enemies in several other directions, and the leader is only a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, so it is more appropriate to break through from this direction.

However, there were not many monks who had the same idea as Han Yu, and those foundation building monks were desperately instilling mana into the flying magic weapon, wanting to get out of danger quickly.

Han Yu shook his head when he saw it, there were two Yuan Babies in the sky, and there were countless Yudan, and escaping from it was really a dead end.

In just a moment's effort, Han Yu took advantage of the chaos and killed in front of the dense forest.

At this time, the sword qi that erupted had almost disappeared, and the frightened Demon Dao Monk saw Han Yu's rushing figure.

The foundation building monk saw a man and a woman slightly flustered, and slightly swept Han Yu's cultivation to the tenth level of qi refining, so he lost interest, took out a pitch-black poison dart from his arms, and rushed towards the Imperial Sword Sect.

But when he rushed in, the five Demon Dao monks nearby raised their hands at the same time, two black lights, a blood glow, and a purple poisonous gas towards him.

"A few Dao brothers, the man was killed, the woman was kept for me, and I will give each of you two hundred spirit stones!" One of the Demon Dao monks shouted loudly when he saw Yu Ningwu, who was dressed in white, and his heart was furious.

Han Yu turned a deaf ear to this, snorted coldly, and threw the jade book in his arms.

The jade book swelled several times in front of him, blocking in front of him. At the same time, Han Yu casually took some talismans and slapped them on Yu Ningwu's body, instilling magic weapons at his feet, and he turned into a phantom.

He had already made up his mind, now was not the time to fight, even if he had to pay some price, he had to get out first, and he couldn't attract the attention of the enemy.

If you wait for them to come around, it won't be so easy to get out. The strength within the Imperial Sword Sect is only a little, and the Demon Dao is several times that of theirs, and even if it is delayed for a breath now, it is likely to die.

As for why he used the jade book instead of other magic weapons, it was to not attract the attention of others. Han Yu used this magic weapon in the ring back then, and its defensive performance was quite good, so it could be regarded as a treasure.

Just when Han Yu's mind was circulating, the jade book collided with the Wumang blood light, and it was really blocked by force. But the poisonous mist seemed to be alive, and it actually split into two and passed by both sides of the jade book, and continued to rush towards him.

Seeing this, Han Yu was not panicked at all, he pretended to recite a spell in his mouth, and a gust of wind blew away the poisonous mist. Han Yu also knew these demonic exercises, and it didn't take much effort to kill this group of juniors.

Seeing that they didn't succeed, these people naturally didn't dare to give up, so they chased after them from behind.

Han Yu knew that the encirclement of the Demon Dao was definitely not small, so he didn't destroy this group of little monks, but only kept running forward at a slightly faster speed than them.

Hiding in the pit, Han Yu had already instructed him to obey his command in all actions, and asked Yu Ningwu not to act indiscriminately.

In the process of running, Han Yu also encountered many monks who escaped first, those disciples fought for a while in the process of breaking through, plus just maintaining the large array consumed some mana, many people's mana had been exhausted, so they squatted in the forest in despair and cried, and many people simply knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

But the Demon Dao Monk is not a good man and a woman, he is basically a merciless killer, and countless low-level disciples have died.

Han Yu ran over with Yu Ningwu, and the monk in front wanted to intercept him, but when he saw that there were already pursuers behind him, he let go of him with interest.

And in the sky, those Demon Dao of Yudan and Yuanying did not move, and they entered the main halls of the Imperial Sword Sect one after another, lest there be any secret hands left, and they also exploded with a bang.

From time to time, Han Yu saw a figure flashing above his head, it was a disciple of the Imperial Sword Sect who was lucky enough to break out of the encirclement, but he flew alone, often followed by three or four Demon Dao monks, so he was quickly entangled, and then he was killed by the encirclement, and in the end, only the tattered corpse left fell from the sky.

Han Yu took Yu Ningwu and rushed forward for more than fifty miles, because he had been able to maintain his speed, and the group of people behind him did not find any clues.

But now there is a very bad situation, their mana is exhausted.

"Brother Ye, this situation seems to be a little wrong, most of the mana on my body has been consumed, how can these two people still have spare strength?" said a square-faced monk who had completed qi refining with some doubts.

"Maybe they have some treasure on them!" the Demon Dao disciple who was thinking about Yu Ningwu replied casually.

"Now that the fourth level has passed, it is the last one in the first five miles, if you can't catch up, then ask the seniors in the foundation building period to help. A blue-robed demon cultivator with a gloomy face said coldly.

At the time of the siege, those ancestors who had made a fortune had repeatedly ordered that the chickens and dogs of the Edgeworth Sect that must be killed would not be left, and if this man and woman escaped in their hands, it would be a great fun.

It was very easy for Han Yu to maintain this kind of speed, and he had been paying attention to the movements of the few little guys behind him.

Hearing that there was only one last level left, my heart was relieved, and it was definitely not the Jiedan monk who was searching for the fish that had slipped through the net in the outermost periphery, and a group of people who had built the foundation were already amazing.

You must know that after the capture of the Edgeworth Sect is a bloody feast, those who follow the attack are all core disciples, and the more you go out, the less likely you are to be able to drink the soup.

Han Yu had already sent some probe puppets to the front, and sure enough, on a small mountain range, he saw three foundations, as well as a group of ordinary disciples in the Qi refining period.

They are complaining in their words that they can get a fart harvest if they are sent to this place where birds don't.

Han Yu could see from their sect logo that it was a black fire phoenix, but it was much smaller in size, it should be a small family of the Demon Flame Sect.

When Han Yu fled to a place two miles away from them, and Zhuji, who was probing the situation in the woods, informed the other three Zhuji monks of the situation, their faces suddenly became excited.

The four foundation building monks gathered together to discuss, and then let those few Qi refining continue to be on guard here, and they greeted them.

"You go and deal with those little guys who have caught up, and then come to my aid after you kill them. Remember, the speed must be fast!" Han Yu reminded in a low voice when he saw that several people were already flying towards this side.

"I see, be careful. Yu Ningwu said softly.

Han Yu didn't dare to release the stone spirit in this situation now, in case he leaked some breath and was chased by Yuan Ying, then the situation would not be good!

The four foundation building imperial weapons came, and when they saw that they were indeed two Qi refining stage disciples, they couldn't help laughing.

"Boy, don't run away, die early and be reincarnated early! Hey, this female doll is good, this good skin is wasted without use, and it is also used to relieve some loneliness. The leader was a thin hemp pole, seeing Han Yu say a cold word, and seeing Yu Ningwu following behind, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.

"Senior, I am willing to dedicate my senior sister to my seniors, and I only ask you to spare my life. Han Yu looked at the four Zhuji in front of him, a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes, but his mouth was very skillful in begging for mercy.

When the few Qi Refiners who followed closely behind heard this, their faces couldn't help but feel bitter.

They were originally in the innermost line of defense, not to mention being able to eat a lot of meat, but they could also drink a few mouthfuls of broth. But because of the pursuit of these two people, now they are empty-handed and have nothing to gain.

By the time they returned, the dust had settled and they couldn't eat anything.

The blue-robed monk had a gloomy face, and he secretly regretted in his heart that he had met an uncle from the door on the way, and it would have been nice to ask him for help.

"Beauty, do you hear, your junior brother plans to sell you to survive alone. Hehe, as long as you serve Uncle Ben well, I can also consider accepting you as a concubine, and I will eat fragrant and spicy food in the future!"

Yu Ningwu's expression was very indifferent when she heard these words, but Han Yu shouted loudly: "Senior sister, you just follow the seniors, our Imperial Sword Sect is finished!

In order to express it more realistically, Han Yu burst out of his eyes with hot tears, and with his slightly trembling legs, he vividly expressed a low-level little person.

Next to the thin bamboo pole was a square-faced monk, who let out a cold sound in his mouth, and threw out a jet-black throwing knife from his cuff, circling in mid-air, striking the back of his neck.

"Do it!" Han Yu took a few more steps forward, and suddenly let out a broken cry from his mouth!

As soon as Yu Ningwu heard this, the snow-white long sword hidden in his cuff turned into a shock, slashing towards those few Qi refining cultivators.

"Not good!" The old man, who had not spoken, saw the sword appear, and hurriedly threw out a black iron shield in his hand.

But in just this breath, that long sword has killed two people!

The thin bamboo pole was taken aback, and hurriedly took out a black paper fan from his arms, and with a strong wave, several red flames surfaced from the fan.

"Flash!" he was about to help, but he heard the old man next to him shouting angrily!

Hearing this, the thin bamboo pole was slightly stunned for a second, but the long-term reaction still made him flee to the side.

But at the moment when he flew away, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back, and a cold thing rushed to his chest.

He looked down and saw a bone claw on his chest, and a slightly trembling heart in his palm.