On the top of the hill, Ming Dao looked leisurely, looking at Ji Han and the others casually, as if he was just a tourist going up the mountain to play, and Ji Chunqiu and Han Zhen were just two small pebbles on the side of the road, and they were not worth paying much attention to at all.

Ji Chunqiu only sneered and waved his hand at Han Zhen.

Han Zhen's heart sank, and he saluted slightly to Ming Dao.

Although he is a senior, Momei Villa is not an ordinary sect, and the eight sons of Momen are not ordinary people, and he is willing to salute at this time.

Ming Dao raised his head, didn't give him a straight face at all, and said, "So troublesome? You, Han Zhentian, have already become other people's lackeys, and you still have to behave?"

"Since you don't make a move, then I'll come!"

With his shout, a ball of spiritual ink came out of his sleeve and turned into an ink sword, like black jade in the sun, extremely beautiful.

What Han Zhen saw was a sword light that showed no mercy.

In the blink of an eye, Ming Dao had already come to him, and the blade of the ink sword was about to come to his face.

At this moment, Han Zhen really felt the breath of death.

He didn't want to die.

Accepting death generously may be a good ending for him, but those obsessions that have precipitated in his heart make him unable to face death.

What he wants is a long life and a prosperous family, not a death that will sink everything into darkness!

Han Zhen was really ruthless, and a sharp roar came out of his throat, like a lion roaring, revealing his majesty.

At this moment, he no longer had the appearance of a dog's leg in front of Ji Chunqiu before, his palms seemed to be colliding with two mountains, and he actually had a bit of domineering and unparalleled meaning.

The corners of Ming Dao's mouth curled slightly, and the ink sword fell straight down.

Han Zhen's palms met Ming Dao's ink sword, and they were separated with a single touch.

What Ji Chunqiu saw was an ink sword that glowed in the sun, and two people standing still.

His face was covered with frost.

It turned out that he had always underestimated Han Zhen and Ming Dao.

"This is what Han Zhentian should look like, but unfortunately, your body is like this, but in your heart you have already become a slave to others. ”

Ming Dao spoke slowly, and as he spoke, one of Han Zhen's right arms was broken at the shoulder.

Han Zhen covered the bleeding part with his left hand and said bitterly: "Thank you...... Mr. Seven was merciful. ”

He knew very well in his heart that when his hand clamped the ink sword, but the ink sword scattered into a pile of spirit ink, and then gathered again in his chest, Ming Dao had already won.

He could choose to disemboweled him, penetrate his heart, or break both of his arms, leaving him to live a painful death soon after.

Ming Dao didn't let him die, but only cut off one of his arms, which was already a great mercy for him.

Ming Dao picked up the tip of the ink sword and said, "It's good to know, why don't you get out quickly?"

Han Zhen nodded gloomily, turned around and walked down the mountain, ignoring the stout broken arm on the ground and Ji Chunqiu, who had a somewhat ugly face.

Ming Dao didn't continue to turn his sword blade towards Ji Chunqiu, and said with a smile: "The guy who got in the way is gone, Your Excellency might as well see with your own eyes how the hard work you worked out was completely destroyed." ”

Ji Chunqiu smiled: "Yes, then I'll wait and see, and let your head stay on your neck for a while." ”

He just waited for Ming Dao's move, and then gave him a blow, and then overwhelmed the opponent back and forth, this kind of victory is what he wants most, if he wins casually, there is not much fun.

He is looking forward to Mingdao's performance.

So he opened his mouth under the gaze of Ming Dao, adding another fire to this feast that had already begun.

......

In the Momei Villa, the Canglang Sword Formation was proudly behind Yao Chong and Mo Qing, and the shocked people did not dare to make a rash move.

Suddenly, a loud shout echoed among the mountains: "Everyone together, no matter how strong the Canglang Sword Formation is, it is impossible for so many of us to be the opponent!"

The cultivators in Momei Villa didn't know who made that voice, but this sentence was indeed like a word that woke up the person in the dream.

Lu Gang shouted: "The Canglang Sword Formation can only be moved by Shang Yunjian, even if Yao Chong is recognized by the Shoreless Sword Peak, it is impossible to master such a large sword formation, everyone is together, as long as he is forced to show his flaws, we will win!"

Seeing that many people were still hesitant, Lu Gang continued: "Don't forget, behind us, there are more than forty fellow Daoists of the Law Sect and the Yi Sect, as long as we can spell out the slightest flaw, Yao Chong will definitely die!"

At this moment, most of the people made up their minds and rushed towards Yao Chong with their spiritual power, and the remaining small number of people thought that they had already boarded the thief ship anyway, and they also followed the tide.

Under the leadership of Lu Gang and Tie Yiping, these more than seventy Martial Sect cultivators attacked Yao Chong and Mo Qing together, as if thousands of troops were rushing towards them, wanting to trample them into flesh.

Yao Chong and Mo Qing glanced at each other, clasped their hands, and there was tenderness in their eyes.

"When is it, you are still flirting with her, do you know what life and death are!"

Ji Xiao roared in Yao Chong's sea of knowledge with great dissatisfaction, since Mo Qing came, she shrank in Yao Chong's sea of knowledge very wisely, not to disturb them, but seeing Yao Chong's mood has been rippling, watching them hold hands and flirt after the crisis, she really can't bear it anymore.

Just as she was about to give Yao Chong the most severe reprimand, Yao Chong's calm voice came: "I'll explain later, please go to Chongming Sword first and lead the sword formation!"

Ji Xiao was a little confused, she liked to stay in Yao Chongzhihai more than in the Chongming Sword, staying in the Chongming Sword always reminded her of the boring days when she was imprisoned and couldn't leave, and she didn't have any communication with the many spirit swords in the Canglang Sword Array, let alone how to control them.

Yao Chong continued: "For the sake of the face of the master and the master, they will all listen to you this time. ”

Ji Xiao's eyes lit up, and the fear on his face that appeared involuntarily because of hearing "Shi Niang" flashed, and he jumped out of the sea of Yao Chongzhi, drilled into the Chongming sword, and flew up with the Chongming sword, blending into the Canglang sword array.

As soon as she entered the Canglang Sword Formation, Ji Xiao tried to communicate with the nearby swords with spiritual sense, and suddenly understood the reason why Yao Chong asked her to lead the Sword Formation.

Yao Chong would not be able to control the Canglang Sword Formation, even if most of these swords recognized him, he would still have more than enough strength.

Mo Qingzheng consulted the Canglang Sword Formation with his mind, and gave him the necessary feelings with the spiritual power transmitted in his hands, as a person in Momei Villa, she had much more attainments in the formation than Yao Chong, but in terms of the perception of the sword, she was far inferior to Yao Chong.

On this life-and-death occasion, if Ji Xiao didn't come to the top, these swords that fought separately would not be able to block the attack of so many human realm cultivators, and the power that had just been displayed would inevitably collapse directly.

"Let me go out to fight and kill, you two are here to love and love. ”

Ji Wei snorted resentfully, and conveyed his spiritual thoughts to the entire Canglang Sword Array.

Before her death, she had fantasized that she could become a female general and command thousands of troops, but it was also a dream that appeared in her head, whether it was the oppression of reality or her own beliefs, which made her forget this fantasy.

In the Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave, she used the power of the evil sword and the power of the fox and the fake tiger to command the ghosts in the cave, which can be regarded as the fulfillment of a dream at the beginning.

Now, she is the sword spirit of the Chongming Sword, and now she needs to take these hundreds of companions to resist the attack of cultivators from the human realm.

This kind of big scene made her heart pound - although she didn't have a heart as a soul body, it didn't prevent her from feeling this way.

She floated in the air and laughed loudly, so that her voice could be heard by everyone present and the sword: "Little ones, listen to me, give these guys a little color!"

Before the words fell, she had been solemnly protested by many swords with the sound of swords, and she had no choice but to smile and apologize, thinking that she could not bring the habits of the Ten Thousand Ghost Caves here now.

It's not good that those swords scold her and scold her, and they still obey her instructions very much, so Ji Xiao no longer cares about it, and concentrates on meeting the enemy.

Thousands of swords, like thousands of lonely souls and wild ghosts scattered in all directions, unscrupulously swept towards the human realm cultivators who rushed up, the swords' shots were irregular, but they gave people a sense of order, and many people were suddenly stumped and difficult to resist, and Lu Gang, Tie Yiping and others, who were the leaders, were even more concerned by Ji Xiao, and they couldn't get out at all.

For a while, Momei Villa seemed to have become a cave of ten thousand ghosts, and hundreds of ghosts crisscrossed it, so it was not lively.

In this turmoil, Yao Chong and Mo Qing both closed their eyes and carefully felt the connotation of the real Canglang Sword Array.