Probably because of the successive failures of today's operations, after being intercepted by this cold light of unknown origin, Baxia always felt a little uneasy in his heart, and he didn't want to drag it out any longer, so he immediately pulled out the Fist of the Desolate Sun that was deep in the sand, and wanted to hammer Li Yushuang again.

At the same time, the Wuzheng Sword behind Ba Xia seemed to be inspired by his actions, and the sword body like a cold pool and winter moon first trembled violently, and then volleyed into the air, and the sword blade turned and stabbed straight to the back of the heart. Although this Wuzheng Sword had a strange momentum and came extremely fast, as soon as it moved, the tyrant was aware of its strange appearance, so he turned his back to his back early to protect it.

At that time, Ba Xia thought that he was able to restrain the Wuzheng Sword with the power of the Xuan Huan Fist, so he didn't pay much attention to it, and the other Desolate Sun Fist continued to operate the Emperor's Extreme Shocking Fist, blasting towards Li Yushuang's face. In fact, as the Ba Xia expected, when the Wuzheng Sword was not even half a foot close to him, it was easily knocked away by the Xuan Huan Fist and landed on the sandy shore again. However, because the overlord's attention was all focused on taking Li Yushuang's life, and he took care of the front and back, but after all, he was a hundred secrets, ignoring the distant sky, the speed was slightly inferior to the sword, but it was followed by three cold lights and a black shadow flying behind him.

These three cold lights, before the fist of the desolate sun fell, blocked in front of Li Yushuang, and the tyrant immediately looked at it, and saw that the true form of this cold light was three broad-edged long swords, staggered and overlapped with each other, like a spiked round shield, the fist of the desolate sun fell on it, and the shield surface formed by the spine of the sword instantly went deep, and the sword body gradually cracked with the sound of explosion, and was on the verge of shattering, obviously unable to withstand the power of the emperor's shocking fist.

At the same time, the black shadow landed, picked up the Wuzheng Sword on the sand bank, flashed and moved several times, and came to the Baxia, the Wuzheng Sword in his hand suddenly stabbed out, but the target was not the Baxia, but against the spiked round shield formed by the three long swords, through this help, the Fist of the Desolate Sun was sharply reduced, and the image of the sword body collapsing was gradually calming down.

At this moment, Baxia glanced at the appearance of the black shadow, the black ink robe, the leather sheath, the tendons were light, the horse face and eagle eyes, the thick eyebrows and hooked nose, the long bun was shallow, the appearance was quite unfamiliar, I felt that I had never seen it, and I didn't know why it would stop him. However, no matter what the reason for this black shadow, Baxia didn't take it to heart, because the person who dared to stop him at such a critical moment was no different from a dead person in the eyes of Baxia, so it was only after this glimpse that Baxia withdrew the Fist of the Desolate Sun, regained momentum, and then punched down.

Seeing this, the black shadow did not move the sword in his hand, his right leg stepped suddenly, his knees were bent, and his upper body leaned back in an extremely strange posture, and he slammed the next punch on the spiked round shield formed by the three swords, and the black shadow suddenly sank under his feet, and then his body swung by the fist, making a trick of four or two thousand catties in one hand.

At this point, the middle door of the Baxia was wide open, and the black shadow held the sword hand and stretched out two fingers, hooked the sword grid of the indisputable sword to make it sink, and reached the crook of the arm, and then took the hilt of the sword with the other hand, and secretly shouted in his heart: "The sword has no shadow, the autumn rain and the cold star." ”

In an instant, the black shadow had already stabbed out more than a dozen swords, the moves were like maggots eroding bones, the swords sharpened their wrists and picked tendons, and in addition to the arms protected by the Xuan Huan and the Wild Sun's fists, there were more than a dozen bloody mouths of different depths.

Baxia's body was in pain, and he instinctively swung his fist towards the black shadow, wanting to fight back, but unexpectedly, the black shadow moved extremely fast, flashing and moving around all the fists of Baxia, and found the offensive gap from the gap between each of his punches. In the end, he could only bully the fourth form of the Emperor's Extreme Shocking Fist Bingtiangu to strengthen his body, and at the same time protect his chest with his arms, and constantly retreated.

When the cold tide did not reach his ankles, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the battle situation where there were only three or two dead soldiers left in the distance behind him, and the overlord knew that he had reached the point where there was no way to retreat.

"Emperor Extreme Shocking Fist Second Style: Hunting Heaven Hunting!"

Listening to the next angry shout from the ba, he immediately stopped sticking to the defensive position, and his right hand used the Emperor's Extreme Shocking Fist to slam on the sandy shore, and in an instant, countless day-white air masses burst out from under the sand, frantically and indiscriminately attacking everything around them, even if the agile black shadow saw this, it could only retreat.

After a while, when the white air mass of the day dispersed, in the yellow sand of the sky, the tower-like body of Baxia was still stable, I saw him slowly spread out his palm, wiped the blood stains at the corner of his mouth, and a pair of tiger eyes stared at the black shadow not far in front of him, and said: "Northern Strange Skills, amazing and superb scenery, vertical and horizontal, the sword has no shadow, no shadow Sword Venerable, and it really lives up to its reputation." ”

"It's just a false name, and it's too famous. ”

When the black shadow heard this, he smiled indifferently, but he also admitted that he was generous, or rather, compared to the tyrant, he acted innocently, and his name was also loud, so naturally there was nothing to be ashamed of.

That's right, the black shadow who is now standing in front of the tyrant and holding the Wuzheng Sword in his hand is none other than the disciple of the Yunxin Daoist of the Chengdao Mountain Sect, the seventh junior disciple of Li Yushuang, and the Wuding son of the Shadowless Sword Venerable.

Looking at the four continents, the swordsman is like a carp crossing the river, although it is difficult to make one of the masters, it is still countless, and the reason why the indefinite son can occupy a place in it, and even the reputation gradually surpasses the older generation of swordsmanship, that is because he makes the sword, fast enough!

As for how fast the Shadowless Sword Venerable's sword was, some people said it was seventeen swords in an instant, some said it was nineteen swords in a moment, and no one really knew it, just like those who saw him return to the sword and leave in a dashing manner, until his eyes fell uncontrollably, and then he realized that he was already in a different place. But in any case, the deeds of the Shadowless Sword Venerable have spread widely and the name is so loud that it has reached the point where even if the Tyrant and the Infinite Son have never met, they can still know who he is based on the sword moves alone.

At this moment, Wu Dingzi's eyebrows rose slightly, and he continued with a hint of banter: "It's the dragon son of the Heavenly Palace, who is notorious, and Poor Dao thought that he was very capable, but now it seems that it is a little unworthy of the name." ”

Although Wu Dingzi said this, while he was speaking ill of the bully on the surface, he kept moving his sore and numb wrists behind his back, and secretly exclaimed in his heart: "The dragon son of the Heavenly Palace...... It's a tough opponent to deal with. ”

Although Wu Dingzi boasted of his superb swordsmanship and mysterious moves, he was far inferior to Li Yushuang in the realm of Taoist cultivation, and his true qi was not as majestic as the latter.

In fact, it is indeed as Wu Dingzi thought, although Baxia did not recover from his injuries when he fought with him, and at this moment he was covered with blood and stains, and his appearance was quite embarrassing, but most of them were only skin injuries, and they did not hurt his roots, so although Baxia was not full of energy at the moment, he was far from being as seriously injured as he seemed on the outside.

After being ridiculed by the indefinite, the tyrant was about to say something sarcastic back, but his eyes swept the sky in the distance, and the scattered day-white air masses were sweeping towards the northeast at a rapid pace.

In order to get out of the trap before, the tyrant did not exert shackles on the operation of the day-white air mass, so those air masses would only follow the powerful aura within a certain range except that they would not attack their master.

"It will come from this direction, it shouldn't be a kiss and a negative scum, that ...... Who could it be?" said secretly in his heart, and then narrowed his eyes, looking at the place where the air mass was rushing, and when he saw the distant sky, the black pressed a figure like a worm.

"Hiss......" Baxia took a deep breath, the salty sea breeze entered his lungs, and a slight feeling of discomfort lifted his spirit slightly, and then exhaled with the turbid breath, Baxia retracted his gaze, raised his left arm lightly, and looked at the fist of the palm of his hand.

That group of figures came from Beiju Luzhou, combined with the Shadowless Sword Venerable who had already fought with him, although he didn't know how to leak the news, it was obvious that the person who came must be friend or foe to him.

"I couldn't imagine that I had a good time to make a contribution, but in the end, I ended up surrounded and suppressed. ”

"I can't feel the kiss or the smell of the at all, but roughly speaking, it's time to arrive...... Whether you can survive until the two of them save their lives, Xuanhuan, depends on you. The overlord said softly to the Xuan Huan Fist.

After a pause, he raised his left arm high, and pointed like a knife, stabbing into his heart, and suddenly, a vein-like pattern appeared on the fist of Xuanhuan, accompanied by a subtle sucking sound, and the scarlet giant eye on the back of the fist gradually revealed a greedy look.

"Ahhh......h

As the blood vessels on the Xuanhuo Fist gradually condensed, Baxia bowed his body, and let out a painful roar from his mouth, the Xuanmo-colored scale armor continued to grow from his left arm, wrapping every inch of Baxia's body like armor, and the scarlet giant eye gradually closed, replaced by another similar-looking eye growing on Baxia's bare forehead.

......

Feeling the aura in front of him that became more and more incomparably evil and fierce, Wu Dingzi's face couldn't help but be a little dignified, and he immediately put the sword into the sheath, took off the Wuzheng sword from the leather around his waist, and directly inserted it into the sand bank beside him, and then adjusted his luck, raised his head slightly, and called out to the sky: "Eighth senior brother, is it interesting to watch the play?"

"Who said I was watching a play?" replied a quiet but slightly dissatisfied male voice, coming from a hundred feet above the head of the indeterminate son, from the mouth of a man with a delicate face, dressed in a matte green silk robe, and quite a scholarly temperament. According to the seniority of Chengdao Mountain, the only person who can make Wu Dingzi call the eighth junior disciple is one of the ten disciples of the Yunxin Daoist in front of him, Wu Naruko.

At this moment, Naruko stepped on the long sword, standing in the air, and there were dozens of long swords of different shapes suspended around his body, three of which were already out of the sheath, and in terms of the shape of the scabbard, it was somewhat consistent with the three broad-bladed long swords that were previously protected in front of Li Yushuang's body.

"Senior Brother Fangcai, you are in the middle of killing that person, but you have forgotten the purpose of our trip. ”

"If I make another move, who will be able to protect the senior brother?" Wu Mingzi nodded at Li Yushuang's location, still dissatisfied.

Wu Dingzi looked in the direction indicated by Wu Naruko, and saw that the three remnant swords that had previously protected Li Yushuang were forming a sword formation around him, exuding a faint blue and white brilliance.

Even though Naruko had a valid reason, Mutako still felt that he was evading his responsibilities and said, "Don't make excuses, I don't know how lazy you are......

Wu Dingzi wanted to preach to him, but suddenly thought that now was not the time, so he swallowed half of the words back into his stomach, sighed lightly and said: "Alas, forget it, I don't expect you to exert some strength and bring a sword!"

Wu Naruko was used to the chatter of his seventh senior brother, and when he heard that he didn't have to contribute, he asked even more lazily, "How many handles do you want?"

"Five handles, a narrow-edged sword three feet and one inch long. The indefinite replied after a little thought.

"Good. Wu Naruko responded, and selected a suitable one from his own Zhou sword group, and waved it weakly with one hand, and the five long swords turned into streamers, swept down from the air, and fell into the sandy shore around Wu Naruko's body.

At the same time, the body of the tyrant stopped being alienated, and his eyes were closed tightly under the cover of the Xuanmo scale armor, only the scarlet giant eye on his forehead was open, exuding an extremely yin and evil aura.

"Hiss. ”

Baxia's tongue opened slightly, licking the sharp knife-like thorns on the outside of his elbows, making a sound like a snake.

At this moment, under the hegemony completely controlled by the fist of the Xuan Huan, he abandoned his weak body as a human being, his voice was like a baby's night cry, his liver was frightened when he heard it, and his eyes were close to the abyss of the sea of blood, and he saw it as a soul and soul, just like the great demon of the first saint of Shenzhou who faced it ten thousand years ago.

And this is exactly what the tyrant can use to save his life, his true ability.