The yellow and white formation suddenly expanded, like a tablecloth spread out, fluttering in the wind, the color of the formation began to transform, black as ink, covering the steel fork that came from the impact, the dry cicada Taoist took a serious look at the unfolding of the formation, turned his head to look at the water demon who threw out the steel fork, and snorted.

"Since it doesn't belong to the water demon of the mirrored mountains and seas, either take the skin off your body or die. ”

The ancient sword soared from the sea, although it was infected by the seawater, the sharp slash in the air added a deep and simple luster, and after receiving the command of the dry cicada Taoist, it instantly went straight to the water demon with empty eyes.

The shabby Dao robe fluttered in the waves, there was not the slightest blood flow on the folded flesh skin, and even the blood vessels seemed to be solidified, and his eyes looked at the Dao Ancient Sword at eye level.

He didn't make any movement, and a group of water demons behind him who didn't know whether they were alive or dead guarded beside him, opening their bloody mouths, and the demonic energy of their whole body merged together, chanting incantations violently in the ups and downs of the waves.

This spell does not belong to this generation, but more like an ancient one, and when the spell stops, the vicissitudes of life and the ancient aura begin to emerge as their flesh and blood fester.

This is a sea monster with closed eyes, a beard dozens of feet long, a mouth as big as the sun, and teeth that are even more cold and cold.

The steel fork that killed the Dry Cicada Daoist just now was trapped in the formation, and the inky black surface of the formation began to shatter, and a small light lit up, exuding a slight blur, illuminating a small half of the black, but it was still difficult to block the impact of the steel fork.

A small half of the crack burst open from the faint light, and slowly the second, third, bang, the entire formation cracked, and the cold glow of the steel fork soared into the sky.

At this time, the eyes of the scarecrow hovering around Li Shuishan appeared, and the sword in his hand also began to appear in an instant, and a sword light rushed into the sea, and a wave of heat came out.

The ancient sword of the dry cicada Daoist rushed in front of the water demon's face, but the sea monster's big mouth hung three or four feet in the air, and it fell in an instant, biting the ancient sword with its sharp teeth.

The blade of the ancient sword was facing up and down, as if it was stuck between its teeth, and the edge after rushing out of the sea was still undiminished, resisting the cold and terrifying bite.

The dry cicada Daoist gritted his teeth and flew away, although the ancient sword fused its previous stone sword and a trace of colorful power, but the time of birth was still very short, and it had not been refined and tempered, and in the face of the bite force of this sea monster, I was afraid that it would be fierce

More auspicious less.

If the sword body is broken, it will be even more difficult to repair the structure inside.

The steel fork at the rear twisted the fork head, and the three thick needle-like cold rays complied with the cold of the sea monster's outbreak, and this cold air knew that the cicada Dao people were very uncomfortable.

The rotten bamboo had already retreated to the boat, and the monk of the Sect seemed to be aroused by the breath of the same sect, but it didn't last long, so it looked at it and sighed, "Do you have anything to say?"

This monk opened his eyes slightly, and slowly spit out a sentence, "There are a total of seventeen people on this trip with me, two elders, one inner door cultivator, and one person who has not flinched from the cultivation sect, it is the deep sea... Baimei Sect, Taixuanzong, and Taibei Mountain. ”

"Baimei Sect, Taixuan Sect, Taibei Mountain!?" Rotten Bamboo clenched his fists and said fiercely: "I have written down this hatred!"

He looked down again, and the monk was out of breath, and he wept in agony, and covered his face with his robe, trying to bring his bones back to the First Sect, and then got up and walked out of the boat.

The bloated monk outside watched the scarecrow shoot and was afraid that he was going to shed tears, "Mother, I knew that I wouldn't have promised to give it to him, I shouldn't be in the way if I don't give it, it's really distressing!"

After the rotten bamboo came, the breath on his body suddenly exploded at a moment, and he walked into the air, chanting a few words of mantra in his mouth, and then in front of his eyes it was like a painting charm, and he walked forward, and the palm behind him patted and stuck to it.

"Juesan!"

The spell turned into a few jumping little figures, spinning around him, protecting him and rushing into the water monster.

A water demon leaned out of his palm, there was cold ice spreading behind him, his whole body was like steel, the peach wood sword was a little ineffective, Li Shuishan recalled it and shot out the reverse scale boy sword, the scabbard was on the left, and the hilt was on the right.

"Devil's Sword!"

As soon as this move came out, the scarecrow suddenly paused, watching Li Shuishan's left and right hands separated, and the sword qi rushed out of the scabbard, one zhang, two zhang, three zhang, four zhang, the murderous aura disappeared in an instant, pushed down violently, and slashed through the waist of twenty or thirty water demons.

The sword qi penetrated the ice, and the waves in the distance rolled up from a distance, and seemed to be able to rush out ten zhang away, but it was turned into cold ice and frozen in the air, and a fish with an extremely ugly appearance stared wide and got stuck in the ice, becoming an ice sculpture.

The top-notch ghost art consumed a lot of Li Shuishan's spiritual energy, and he gasped and retreated, and the scarecrow looked

Out of his abnormality, the sword in his hand became more ferocious, and the frequency of the sword increased and increased.

Rotten Bamboo pulled out the soft sword, and his breath was already different, and he didn't know when he practiced the sword so well.

In particular, the reversal power of the Yin Void Sword Technique that was praised by the general made the cold ice recede, and even the water demon with empty eyes hidden under the sea monster couldn't help but take a few more looks, and when he turned his mind, he saw a young figure raising his hand to pick up his sword.

The back of this hand is full of fire, and the cicada method in the human body is taken from summer, of course, it is extremely excluded from the cold winter of the sworn enemy, but it is not so frightened.

He knew that his Dao Fa could be accomplished, what was the little cold in front of him?

His fiery hand grasped the ancient sword that penetrated the cold, and with a roar, the cooing cicada pressed down from it, and directly reached the sea monster's mind through contact.

The sea monster let go of a bit of the strength of its teeth, and its eyes began to look confused, but the next moment it was awakened by the water monster.

The dry cicada Taoist has been suppressing his breath, to be honest, except for him, the rest are not sea monster opponents, after so many years, the glory of the peak has faded, but the fighting spirit is still condensed, and it is getting stronger and stronger.

"Let's go. He said to a few people.

"This water demon is a messenger of the deep sea, and there are many useless pressure box strategies, if you kill it deeply, you will definitely fall into its full set. The Dry Cicada Daoist was the first to rush into the boat, followed by the trembling and shivering bloated monk.

Li Shuishan raised his hand to the rotten bamboo and said to the scarecrow: "Help him!"

The scarecrow disappeared in an instant, and when it appeared, it came to his side, Li Shuishan took a breath of air, and the sword marks in the center of his eyebrows emitted a faint light at the moment when he used ghost magic to draw the sword.

The sleeve was lifted from the ground, and what appeared in his hand was a mountain of dead men exuding a bloody aura, and he gritted his teeth and poured in all the aura, and said, "Take away all the remnants." ”

The breath of the Dead Man's Mountain spread, reaching ten zhang in a snap of his fingers, and after it disappeared, the water demon seemed to feel fear, and even the water demon couldn't help but stop wanting to pursue the boat, wanting to catch the Dead Man's Mountain.

However, the nimble and phantom Mountain of the Dead recovered the remnants of his body, and the refining quickly returned to Li Shuishan's hands.

Rotten Bamboo's eyes were red, and when a scarecrow figure appeared next to it, his face was stunned, he sighed, gritted his teeth and retreated.