has been fighting with others for many years, and Li Fazu has no shortage of heart and determination!

The blue light skyrocketed, supporting a little silver light, approaching Kang Gunian at high speed.

It wasn't until he approached about a foot in front of Kang Gunian that Kang Gunian suddenly moved.

The sound of the crane chirping, a burst of beautiful dreamy brilliance like mutton fat and white jade suddenly appeared. At the most trance-like moment, Kang Gunian's body suddenly disappeared, and then appeared in Baizhang.

"Hahaha! Brother Li, no matter how strong the force is, it will be in vain. What do you think of my 'Flying Feather Streamer'?"

"It's not good! Hmph!" Before he could say a hard word, Li Fazu fell into a situation of attacking left and right.

The blood flashed, and a red line flashed, rushing left and right. The two silver-robed people who suddenly appeared on the left and right snorted one after another and flashed back.

"Thank you Alliance Master for saving your life!" Li Fazu retreated to Zhang Yan's side and thanked him sincerely.

"Senior Li doesn't need to be polite!"

"Up, up!" and he also had no mask on his face, and the middle-aged man in the silver robe who showed his true face was repelled by Zhang Yan's sword. Kang Gunian's face changed drastically and he spoke out.

In the swirling clouds and mist, densely packed, dozens of Tianhou Palace disciples with masks on their faces slashed out.

In an instant, the sky was full of rainbow flying swords, and fifty-five people were divided into eleven five-person sword formations, facing the nine supernatural monks from Longshan and Liuhua River respectively.

The five Tsing Yi monks flew towards Zhang Yan with swords and shadows.

Zhang Yan dodged away, and as soon as the sword trick was drawn, the "red oblique" was about to attack.

Suddenly, the five Monks in Tsing Yi had turned in one direction and were replaced by five Monks in White Clothes facing him. The five white-clothed friars also made a false move, and quickly dodged away, replaced by five yellow-clothed monks facing him head-on.

Soon, the yellow-clothed friars on the opposite side changed to five black-clad ones.

The four colors are mixed, and he is dazzled.

Before he knew it, Li Fazu had been separated from him and was involved in a group of black-clothed monk formations.

Zhang Yan looked fixedly, there were eight people in the two regions of Longshan and Liuhuahe, except for him. In addition to Li Fazu's great advantage, the ghost shadow Zhao Ying is still hiding his skills, only using his magic power as a "ghost shadow", and the signature stunt of the "shadow demon" has not yet appeared.

The rest of the better ones are Kuang Yucheng and Rao Hongxi, who have the upper hand.

But whether you can win in the end is only between five and five.

The Lao brothers, Lu Yuanjia, and Lan Yuandao worked hard to support, and it was a matter of time before they were defeated.

"Once the Lao family brothers, Lu Yuanjia and Lan Yuandao couldn't hold on, the remaining sword array freed up their hands and joined the siege. The situation of Kuang Yucheng and Rao Hongxi will also be reversed. Shadow Demon can't be counted on, the only ones who have a chance to turn the situation around and win first are me and Li Fazu!"

If either he or Li Fazu wins first, the situation may be reversed, otherwise it will be a total loss!

"Ah~!" Hoping for others is not Zhang Yan's style.

The flying sword "red oblique" flew like a whirlwind, forcing a space with enough safety distance. The crimson lines flying in the sky instantly converged into one, turning into a thick blood light.

The river is unstoppable!

Before the sword form arrived, the strong wind pressure had forced the five white-clothed monks in front of Zhang Yan, and their bodies drifted backwards.

Kang Gunian, who had disappeared for a long time, suddenly appeared, holding a sword in both hands.

While!

The "red oblique" encountered a strong force and came back.

Without waiting for him to recall the "Red Slope", the five yellow-clothed friars who had been rotated had already attacked with their own weapons.

Among the people of the Tianhou Palace, these yellow-clothed monks use unique blades and magic weapons.

The other three were dressed in black, cyan, and white monks, and the weapons of the imperial envoys were strangely shaped, and they could eventually be classified as flying swords. And the weapons used in the hands of these cultivators in yellow clothes have a curved arc, which looks more like knives.

The way it is used is also more vigorous, close to the use of knives.

The gap in strength between the two sides was huge, and these monks of the Divine Light Period faced Zhang Yan to form a formation to resist, and their fierce aura did not decrease in the slightest. Everyone held a long knife in their hands, regardless of their bodies, and went forward to meet the "red oblique".

Zhang Yan couldn't help but be surprised.

These monks who belonged to the Tianhou Palace were fierce and rare in the world! At least in the territory of Longshan, there were no disciples of any sect who could compare with them. In my memory, perhaps only those monks who worship Buddha and worship their brains in Gasha Shamen Mountain will be so brutal.

A red light slashed through like a fan.

The five yellow-clothed friars snorted in unison and flew backwards.

They had to block it, and Kang Gunian had already relieved himself. In addition to the royal envoy's strange-shaped flying sword, which was similar to the monk of Tianhou Palace in white clothes, there was also an extra one in his hand of the same color as the silver robe on his body, the thickness of the place was like an egg, and the end was only the thickness of a finger.

It is agile and pretentious, just like a swimming silver snake, and like a heavenly river hanging upside down.

The silver lins on the whip flashed, and 10,000 points of silver light split the head and covered the face.

Zhang Yan responds to all changes with the same, and it is still a "mighty river" to take the Kang Gu year.

Now he has condescending qualifications!

The long whips that were all over the silver lins suddenly coiled up, like a snake on guard, and like a silver rope, but much tighter.

A silver shield appeared in Kang Gunian's hand.

Choke!

The tip of the "red oblique" sword slashed.

First-class sparks flew and deep scars appeared on the surface of the silver-shining scales.

Kang Gunian flew back and dissolved the strong force passed on the shield.

Although he looked a little embarrassed, no matter what, Zhang Yan's sword was blocked by him!

After receiving two blows from Zhang Yan's sword in a row, Kang Gu Nian's true yuan was shocked, and he didn't dare to be strong, and pushed behind the masked Shenguang monk.

"Only this ability?" Zhang Yan sneered: "Mr. Kang hid behind, these people under you can't stop my sword!"

"Red Oblique" flew and stabbed again, and the third move "The Great River is Unstoppable" was launched!

Behind the five Tsing Yi monks in front of him, a strong man in a silver robe who looked about the same age as Kang Gunian in clothes and age, and had a much more rugged temperament, jumped out. In his hand, a long knife similar to those of the yellow-clothed monks, slightly enlarged in size, but extremely condensed, suddenly appeared.

The knife light is dazzling, the whole body is condensed with silver light that seems to flow in the veins, and there is also a trace of blood on the blade, the fishy wind is blowing on the face, and the evil atmosphere is pressing!

"Let my old Lei come to meet you!"

While!

After the earthquake, the silver-robed strong man who called himself "Old Lei" was shocked back at a faster speed than when he came.

The formation changed again, and the monks in front of him changed again.

In any case, the purpose of the attack was still not achieved.

Zhang Yan was a little anxious in his heart, and his sword style changed, from pressing people hard to hard, becoming tortuous and complicated, subtle and changeable. All of a sudden, the sky was full of red lines flying, wisps of wisps, as if the clouds were steaming and the mountains were full of flowers.

The twenty-nine style of the mountain sword technique, except for the desperate "sword of no return", the rest were all performed by his amazing sword skills in turn, and they were repeatedly practical.

"Good swordsmanship, good swordsmanship!" The third middle-aged monk in a silver robe, who was thinner and taller than Kang Gunian, and didn't want to be as stout as the monk surnamed Lei, appeared in the precarious five-person sword formation. A long silver whip in his hand was another scene.

Piercing the clouds and chasing the fog, wrapping around the blade, like a living snake, entangled in the "red oblique" short sword.

Although Zhang Yan's sword technique has been upgraded to the point of "being superb, don't be out of the cardinal", no matter how exquisite the swordsmanship is, it also has its ability limit.

The flying sword points to the dead end of one person, but not the dead end of the second person. finally relied on the change, and one person couldn't parry, but there were two, three, four or five companions next to him!

These Tianhou Palace people's combat effectiveness is stronger than that of ordinary monks of the same level, a group of five, skilled in formation, and tacit cooperation.

The small array composed of five divine lights alone could not help Zhang Yan, but as he gained a slight momentum, the monks of the Tianhou Palace who dealt with Li Fazu and the others were also readjusted. From there, eight groups of monks were brought in, and a group of five men joined the siege against him.

Five-five-twenty-five, five five-person formations form a larger formation, and the power rises by an unknown number.

The flaws that Zhang Yan glimpsed, countless subtle sword styles, are like stones sinking into the sea.

Either they were cracked by the advantage of numbers, or they were digested by the operation of the formation. Occasionally highlight surprise weapons and unleash powerful attacks that exceed the upper limit of this five-five formation. In the middle, Kang Gunian and the other three were hidden among a group of Divine Light Monks, checking and filling in the gaps, and from time to time they sent a blow or helped fill the loopholes.

Twenty-eight men flew up and down, surrounding him in the air and fighting.

In his busy schedule, Zhang Yan took the time to glance at Li Fazu and the others.

Draw a group of sword formations, and the battlefield over there has long been unable to maintain division and encirclement. Thirty monks from the Tianhou Palace surrounded Li Fazu and the eight people below.

The two sides are evenly matched.

Although Lao, Lan and the others were helped, they would not be quickly defeated in a short period of time, and Li Fazu also lost the opportunity to quickly defeat a group of Tianhou Palace monks. It's not necessarily easier to tell the winner than here.

In the small cold palace, the colorful brilliance flashed more and more intensively. It seems that the people of Tianhou Palace, who knew the situation here, left to continue to crack the formation of the two big demons of python venom and medaka, are also rushing to attack.

The invisible protection, which originally covered the outside of the gatehouse, has retreated to envelop only the most core buildings.

A particularly dense burst of light flickered.

The vitality was violently turbulent, and the sound of explosions sounded intensively.

In the sky above the remaining area, which was not too large, the scenery suddenly became distorted, and a protective force field like a glass light mask appeared under the fierce attack, standing between heaven and earth.

Crack!

A bright, whitish bolt of lightning pierced through the clouds.

"The formation is about to break! Zhang Gongzi is working hard!" In the crowd, the ghost shadow Zhao Ying shouted loudly.

was shouted by him, not only in the eyes of the monks of Tianhou Palace, everyone shot light. Even Shi Kangshun, Lu Yuanjia and others couldn't help but fight harder.

Originally, the eight supernatural powers joined forces, and they were still unable to hold on to the formation composed of the six groups of divine light monks of the Tianhou Palace, and all of them were blush, and the impulse for revenge in their hearts, and the desire for the hidden treasures of the Xiaohan Palace had become much weaker.

At this time, he stopped, saw Zhang Yan's performance better than expected, and was instigated by Zhao Ying for a while, and couldn't help but move.

I don't know who to start, but I just heard a shout.

The sound of fighting began, and the two battlefields began to collide again.