Author: Battle of Tiandu

In mid-air, at this moment, the Dao Dao contained the mana that could open the mountain and crack the stone, intertwined and collided violently, the sky and air were chaotic, and the huge banging sound sounded one after another, deafening and buzzing.

The ground was swept away by countless earth and stones, flying in all directions like arrows, and the chaotic air currents were like a wind, blowing viciously in all directions.

At this moment, the four Jindan stage cultivators of the same rank in mid-air had already used various means to bombard each other for no less than dozens of rounds in less than a moment.

I saw a long roar from the mouth of the martial dragon at this time, and the light on the surface of his body was great, and a wave of mana fluctuated, rippling out towards the surroundings.

He suddenly aimed the black knife entwined with thunder and lightning in his hand at He Yiyuan.

"If you look for death, then I will give you a ride".

Wu Long clenched the hilt of the knife with both hands, and then three crescent swords containing great power slashed out one after another, quickly approaching He Yiyuan with a thunderous momentum.

Seeing the terrifying three swords approaching, He Yiyuan, who had a solemn face, couldn't help but sink a little bit.

Hum...... With a cold snort in his mouth, he quickly pinched it with one hand, and the next moment, a bronze bell the size of a fist suddenly flew out of his big sleeve.

The bronze bell buzzed in the air, hanging still, and after a burst of yellow light flickered on it, the runes engraved on it instantly lit up.

He Yiyuan's fingers moved quickly, and he quickly punched a few talismans on the bronze bell, and the bronze bell instantly expanded under the blessing of the talisman, like a big urn, and instantly enveloped him in it.

Just as He Yiyuan had just finished doing all this, in the next moment, three swords slashed in an instant.

"Boom, boom".

Three huge sounds, like the yellow bell Dalu, caused the air currents in the sky to run wildly, and the sound shook all over the world.

At this moment, the bronze bell that was standing still in the air, after being attacked by three terrifying sword rays, only dimmed slightly on the surface, and did not shatter immediately.

He Yiyuan, who was in the bronze bell at this moment, was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and his face was extremely ugly, he raised his hand and pinched a strange finger, and quickly shrank the shrouded bronze bell into the storage bag.

He didn't want to be a turtle in the urn in someone else's hands, so he had better come out and think of some other way, if it was possible, he would have escaped from this place first, and then he would have said that the strength shown by the other party was a realm higher than him.

At this time, Baili Ziming, who was on the ground, suddenly knew that there were several retreats of monks of the same level, and they were rushing here, and he immediately said loudly:

"Wu Long, Shi Liquan two fellow Daoists, the task of rescuing the ancestor has been completed, you two don't have to fight, you can retreat quickly, I already feel that there are several monks of the same level who are coming, if you don't leave, I'm afraid it will be too late."

At this time, Shi Liquan, who was in the midst of a fierce battle, suddenly heard the sound of a hundred miles of self-evidentness in his heart, and danced the silver spear in his hand impenetrable, and the next moment, he used a move to cross the eight directions, forcing the kind-faced Elder Zuo Yan back dozens of feet away, and then turned around and quickly entered the battlefield.

Wu Long smiled in his mouth, glanced at the embarrassed Elder He, and quickly got out of the fight with him.

At this time, the six elite disciples who were originally in the nine-pointed star array had already quickly flown to the distance to watch at the beginning of the fight, and just now they heard the voice of Baili Ziming's command.

Quickly detached himself from the body of the disciple of the Supreme Sword Sect who possessed him, and immediately returned to his original appearance, quickly cast a spell to take out the flying magic weapon, and fled in the northwest direction outside the valley.

But those disciples who were possessed, their faces were as pale as paper, without half a trace of blood, like dead people, they plopped and fell on their backs to the sky.

After the six ordinary disciples fell, their bodies didn't move for a moment, needless to say, they were already cold dead people at this moment.

Zuo Yan and He Zhiyuan, who were in the air at this moment, looked at each other, and let them run away, without doing anything to stop them, and they didn't know what the two of them were thinking at this time.

Wu Long and Shi Liquan, who were out of battle, glanced at the two in the sky, and quickly landed with Baili Ziming round.

However, Shi Li, who had just landed, said urgently: "Baili Daoist, you are most familiar with the terrain here, and you are leading the way."

"Okay, come with me".

Baili Ziming agreed, the storage ring on his finger flashed slightly, and a silver-white flying sword burst out, and he rose into the air with force under his feet, and the sword flew away in the northwest direction.

Wu Long and Shi Liquan also quickly took out the flying magic weapon, followed closely behind Baili Ziming, who led the way in front, and quickly prepared to escape from this place.

As soon as the three of them set up the magic weapon to escape the light, the sky flew out less than a hundred zhang, and they were blocked by a deep cold and piercing sword light, followed by the next moment, three magic weapons suddenly flew in, blocking in front of Wulong and Shi Liquan.

At the same time, Baili Ziming, who was flying away, was also stopped by a huge sword, a magic weapon like a giant hammer, hanging in the sky above his head.

"Bold thief, but dare to trespass into the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb of my Supreme Sword Sect, and kill my sixth junior sister, Wen Yiqiu."

"Now do you still want to leave with such a swagger, deceiving me and no one in the Supreme Sword Sect? Don't you put the old man and a few senior brothers and brothers in your eyes."

An elder with sword eyebrows and starry eyes shouted violently, and his voice was like a bell, buzzing.

As soon as his voice fell, he swished...... After five sounds, five rays of light fell from the sky, revealing four men and one woman, all of whom were monks of the Jindan period.

Seeing the reinforcements coming, Elder Zuo Yan and He Yiyuan glanced at each other, and hurriedly flew to Xiao Jingshan and the other five people, and the trace of uneasiness in their hearts disappeared and their expressions became calm.

Elder Zuo Yan immediately arched his hand at the person who came, and said quickly to the monk standing at the front:

"Elder Xiao, why did you come, if you arrive a little late, these thieves will run away."

And He Zhiyuan is lips moved, and he said something to the elder who was standing at the front.

The one standing at the front at this moment was the mid-stage elder of Jindan, Xiao Jingshan, who had just spoken out violently.

At this time, the three Baili Ziming who were intercepted by the sword light magic weapon had mixed feelings in their hearts, their faces were like earth, and they were a little hesitant.

"Baili Daoyou, what should we do now", Wu Long anxiously asked.

Baili Ziming's face was blue at this moment, and he also said:

"Although there are many of them now, their cultivation realm is one or two levels lower than ours, so they will forcibly rush out first and flee in the northwest direction, if it is really not possible, they will deal with these elders first."

"If my guess is correct, after a while, Yu Laozu will come out soon, and there will be no need to be afraid at that time."

"Okay, just listen to Baili Daoyou", Shi Liquan was vigilant and replied.

"Ge Jing, Su Ziping, the two of you go to chase after the few monks in the foundation building period who fled before, be sure to catch them alive, and wait for the head of the sect to fall."

Elder Xiao glanced sideways behind him and commanded in a deep voice.

"Yes, Elder Xiao rest assured", the two elders, Su Ziping and Ge Jing, immediately agreed, and without saying a word, they immediately set up a retreat and quickly chased after the six foundation building period monks of the Demon Heaven Pavilion who had fled from here.

Xiao Jingshan also saw that the cultivation realm of the three monks in front of him was higher than that of everyone present, but he didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, and immediately said:

"A few elders will start with me, the Ten Thousand Swords Great Array of the Heavenly Sword Shrine will trap these three thieves first, and wait for the senior brother in charge, please ask the Supreme Elder to come."

After receiving Xiao Jingshan's command, the remaining Zuo Yan, He Zhiyuan and the other four elders quickly pinched their fingers, and one by one they hit the grass in the valley.

Whoosh, a flying sword like rotten rust, flew up from the grass, followed by another, swish, a dozen three-foot flying swords, flying out together.

Seeing a few people, he wanted to urge the sword formation to trap the three of them, and Baili said urgently: "Quick, rush out, wait for the sword formation to be completed, it's too late to leave."

Baili knew that he didn't use the sound transmission this time, but shouted directly.

When the three of them heard this, they immediately took out their own magic weapons with more powerful power and attacked the three magic weapons that blocked the way.

"Bang bang bang", three loud bangs, the three magic weapons blocking the way, after a fierce attack, exploded in response, and the magic weapons in the hands of the three of Baili Ziming also dimmed, and it seems that most of them are wasted.

In this short period of time, the Ten Thousand Swords Great Array was about to take shape, and one flying sword after another flew up with a swish.

In mid-air, a large area of dense black pressure was full of flying swords, and there were about seven or eight thousand flying swords at this time.

Flying swords of different sizes and shapes are intertwined and hovered in the air, among which there are wide giant swords as big as a door, and there are also small and slender small flying swords.

The sky is full of flying swords, like a rainstorm, the mighty flying swords, the momentum is extremely impressive, the sword intent is monstrous like a rainbow, and the flying swords are all over the sky, giving people a chilling sense of oppression, which makes people feel creepy.

At the same time, in the middle of a dense forest halfway away from the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb in this valley, there were more than ten monks in the foundation building period, watching every move here.

Everyone has their mouths wide open, and their faces change in alternating blue and white.

A lean monk closed his unblinking gaze, vigorously clicked his mouth a few times, moved his somewhat stiff upper and lower jaws a few times, and slowly turned around, showing a flattering smile on his face.

said in a low voice: "It's still Senior Brother Mo who has foresight, where is there such a big movement, if we go, I'm afraid that if we are lying on the ground now, we will already be a dead man."

"That's not it!" the other monk who was standing next to him also closed his gaze, moved his mouth, and agreed.

Immediately, he turned his head and said complimentarily to a sword-eyed man beside him who had cultivated to the highest realm:

"Thanks to Senior Brother Mo's reminder, he saved the lives of our people, Senior Brother Mo's foresight, and we and others are beyond our reach."