The terrifying aura covered the top, Li Yanhui's bones were trembling, he resolutely blocked in front of Rong Hui, looking at the people in the air like a great enemy,

The person who came was about forty years old, dressed in the robe of Qingyun Sect, surrounded by thousands of imposing spirit swords, he was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, with a sharp edge, exuding a terrifying strong aura in his gestures.

"Ancestor!"

Zhang Yuandao's surprised voice came from the black mist.

"Ancestor, help!"

Zhang Yuandao was entangled by dense banner ghosts and had already been bruised all over his body, these unconscious monsters had an unimaginable desire to be angry, and one by one they smelled the smell of blood and were so excited that they drilled into his wounds, frantically impacting, tearing, and almost tearing him apart.

The gap between the two realms is not something that an out-of-body realm monk can bear.

The others were not much better than Zhang Yuandao.

If it weren't for Shen Shujian's power to seriously injure Kou Jiayan, they would have already become food for the ghosts.

"He is the Sword Saint of Qingyun Sect?" Li Yanhui's calves and stomach were trembling, and he felt as if he was carrying two mountains on his shoulders, heavy, "Is it friend or foe?"

With just one glance, Li Yanhui sensed an unprecedented sense of pressure and suffocation, and the water in the Immortal Cultivation Realm was deeper than he had imagined.

Rong Hui put away the wood spirit bead, used its endless spiritual power and the blue sea divine dragon law to repair the damage, and took the medicine given by the little apprentice, and his pale face gradually became bloody.

"Friend or foe. Rong Hui stood up, "He is a sword saint, he made a move early, and he didn't make a move after hanging in the air for a long time, he must be waiting for something." ”

"Sword Saint Ancestor!" Zhang Yuandao was so anxious that he shouted, "Old Ancestor, I'm dying!"

He howled and let him howl, and the breeze blew on the hills.

Juggernaut, I don't move.

After half a ring, the Qingyun Sect Sword Saint Shi Shiran spoke, "What should you be guilty of trespassing on my Qingyun Sect's holy land." ”

Rong Hui saw that he was the head of the righteous path and saw that the ghost cultivator of Penglai Pavilion not only did not help, but he was held accountable for the first time, and his face was extremely ugly, "This seat also wants to ask you what the Qingyun Sect intends to design to harm my Sword Spirit Sect and harm my Zhongzhou Righteous Path." ”

Rong Hui incorporated the black and red natal immortal sword into his body, and looked at the sword saint high above him coldly, "When it comes to criminal responsibility, Qingyun Sect bears the brunt." ”

"Who are you?"

When the Qingyun Sect Sword Saint saw Rong Hui's face, his sharp gaze flashed, and the small swords around him made a gentle clanging sound.

"Sword Spirit Sect, Rong Hui. She looked coldly at the inactive Sword Saint, and said indifferently: "Qingyun Sect and Penglai Pavilion Ghost Cultivator conspired to kill my Zhongzhou Zhengdao, this seat would like to ask Qingyun Sect, what is the intention?"

Rong Hui has a violent temper.

If someone is unreasonable in front of her, she will only be more unreasonable than others.

"Hugh is not stupid, when did my Qingyun Sect and the ghost cultivators of Penglai Pavilion join in?"

The Sword Saint thundered angrily, and the sky thundered.

Rong Hui's heart was stunned, she looked up at the starry sky and sensed that a thunderstorm was coming.

The thunderstorm of the Distraction Realm is coming.

At the beginning, Rong Hui's plan was to use the thunderstorm of the Distraction Realm to deal with Kou Jiayan.

At present, the battle situation is complicated, the three different forces converge, and there is the sword saint of the Qingyun Sect who is crushed by the realm, and she is faintly uneasy in her heart.

"Okay, if you say no, it's not. Rong Hui said calmly: "If the Sword Saint is to save people, I have nothing to say, if I don't come to save people, but to hold me accountable, do I regard you as Kou Jiayan's accomplice in this situation?"

If the two combined realm powers, Sword Saint and Kou Jiayan practice, unless there is a miracle, everyone will die here.

"How could the Fifth Elder push the Sword Saint senior to Kou Jiayan's side at this critical juncture?" Jiang Xueyun heard Rong Hui's words that his emotional intelligence was not high, and he couldn't suppress the surging qi and blood in his body and spurted out a mouthful of blood, "The Fifth Elder is too calm. ”

In this situation, it is even more important to please the Sword Master, and let him help them in order to turn the crisis into safety.

The rest of the matter is negotiable.

After all, it is the right way of the Middle Continent.

Qingyun Sect can't kill them all and keep them closed.

Ji Chen tightened the strings, played the sound of the lore, and said lightly: "The Young Palace Master of the Qingyun Sect and Elder Zhang are trapped in the black mist, the Sword Saint is indifferent, if the Sword Saint really wants to make a move, why wait until now, the little pom-pom asks more bluntly, it is better to die, we also have to die to understand!"

Naively replied: "I don't have so many twists and turns in my brain, if the Sword Saint doesn't help, we can't blame others, no one stipulates that the right way is to eliminate evil and promote good, it is his duty to help him, and it is his duty not to help." ”

"Innocent Elder, you are really naïve. Bing Jue controlled the spirit beast to attack Kou Jiayan, and said calmly: "Don't forget what identities you and I are!"

Everyone here is the elder of various forces in Central Continent, and the people who carry the crown in Central Continent.

If they died, the Qingyun Sect, which was already a dominant family, would not be afraid of threats at all.

Zhang Yuandao heard everyone's words, his face turned pale, "Young Palace Master, what do you really think about the Sword Saint Ancestor?"

Sacrificing the two people of the Qingyun Sect in exchange for its absolute rule in the Middle Continent, this business can only win and not lose.

If it were him, he could have sacrificed like this.

What's more, it wasn't the sword body that wanted to kill them.

It's the ghost cultivation of Penglai Pavilion.

The evil done by the ghost cultivator has nothing to do with the Qingyun Sect.

Zhou Xi's hands were sealed, and a trace of coldness appeared on his white and pure face, "At the moment of life and death, you are still distracted by other things, don't you want to die?"

Where did he know what the Juggernaut was going to do?

The Sword Master is the son of Heavenly Dao who supports him.

However, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to seriously injure other sects.

Zhou Xi was also very uncertain.

Everyone looked at Shen Shujian, who was in charge of the wind, and only hoped that he could hold on and guide more stars to strangle Kou Jiayan.

One distraction realm, four out-of-body realms, and two Yuan Infant Realm masters working together to kill the power of the Combined Realm, there is still a chance.

Shen Shujian's bright and dazzling lips closed, and the silver light passed through his hands as white as jade, turning into spiritual light and impacting Kou Jiayan's body.

Kou Jiayan shook the soul-attracting flag, his soul-seducing eyes were shining, and he sneered, "Do you think that the merger realm is so vulnerable?"

The sound of ridicule sounded, and the air was filled with a fishy smell, and the black mist formed a terrifying death storm with Kou Jiayan's control, and the fierce banner ghost took the lead in rushing towards the weakest cultivation of innocence.

The scythe of death rained down from the sky.

The bright light of the sword cut through the innocent defensive barrier and slashed deep into his heart.

"Whoa!"

A deep bony wound pulled from the innocent left shoulder to the lower right corner of his waist and abdomen, nearly splitting him in half.

"Poof!"

The innocent spiritual power collapsed, and his eyes were scattered looking at Ji Chen and the others who were broken by the storm condensed by the banner ghosts, and suddenly laughed.

"I didn't expect that I would be able to fight side by side with you people in Middle-earth, I ...... It's complete. ”

"Innocent!"

Jiang Xueyun roared.

The next moment, dozens of ghost[ ] hands with long nails plunged into his body.

Intense pain from the nerves to the brain.

Jiang Xueyun built the Wind and Snow Sword, and as soon as the blade of the sword turned, the wind and snow surged, and he finally picked up a life.

Ji Chen, Bing Jue and the others each suffered different injuries.

On the ground, Rong Hui looked at the seriously injured innocence, and at the speed of light, Feisheng hugged his chubby body and offered the Blue Sea Divine Dragon Law to help him heal his injuries.

"Five...... Five Elders. Naively vomited the blood on his face, and if he wanted to speak, "I'm not going to die." ”

Rong Hui's eyes were slightly red, "No, you won't die, believe me." ”

The little fat man is simple-minded, and he only has food and food in his mind, but he firmly believes in Rong Hui, and she is very moved.

After landing on the ground, Li Yanhui was so frightened that he poured out the hemostatic pill when he saw his innocent and tragic appearance, and took out the sutures to condense the fragile enchantment to heal his wounds.

Over the years, he has helped in Qihua Peak and learned some medical skills from Xuanji.

Li Yanhui is the best at surgery, and he is always preparing for the master to be split in half and sutured up the wound.

Monks fight and kill the most external injuries, and this one is the most practical.

Tianzhen was originally a Yuanying Realm cultivator, and his dantian and Yuanying were not harmed much, but the external injuries were too serious.

Bai Xingyi became Li Yanhui's assistant.

"Poof, poof. ”

“......”

After a short time, all the monks except Shen Shujian were seriously injured and fell to the ground.

Rong Hui's eyes were red and he looked at the little junior brother who was about to be swept into the death storm, grabbed the gate of heaven with his right hand, and shouted, "Liuyun!"

"Zheng—"

Sensing the call of his master, the fairy sword broke free and returned to Rong Hui's hands.

The face of the sword saint hanging on the edge of the sky changed greatly, and he hurried to the gate of heaven.

Rong Hui held the fairy sword in his hand and slashed into the air towards the death storm.

However, there was a huge disparity in the realm, and she and Shen Shujian were both involved in the storm of death.

At the same time, Kou Jiayan, who was furious, also flew into the storm and was about to kill Rong Hui with his own hands.

"Hmm. ”

At the center of the storm, Shen Shujian stubbornly protected Rong Hui in the enchantment, and his weak body supported a sea of stars.

The hot blood fell on Rong Hui's neck, and she looked at the little junior brother whose face was like gold paper, and the crumbling little junior brother, the corpse at the bottom of her feet rose again, and she said in a dumb voice: "Sword Spirit Double Sword." ”

Shen Shujian hooked his fingers, the silver light of the Qianyuan umbrella flashed, turning into a fairy sword, he was out of breath, his chest made a "ho ho" sound, and his eyes were extremely firm, "Senior sister, I won't let you have an accident." ”

"Where's your sword spirit?" Rong Hui and Shen Shujian stood in her corpse mountain and sea of blood, but she didn't see Shen Shujian's sword spirit, "Where did the sword spirit go?"

Everyone in the Sword Spirit Sect has a Sword Spirit, except for Rong Hui.

Shen Shujian's bright eyes darkened, "Senior sister forgot, I don't have a sword spirit either." ”

Rong Hui's breath was stagnant, and he felt very uncomfortable.

The center of the storm was ten thousand times more dangerous than the outside, and the terrifying blood vessels and corpses slammed into the barrier with unimaginable terrifying power.

Every vein has a hideous and terrifying grimace, densely packed, countless.

The banner ghost hit the enchantment like crazy, and the black curse on Kou Jiayan's face swam, and he said sharply: "Rong Hui, even if Rong Cao Fairy appears, it won't save you, intersect the Five Elements Law!"

Rong Hui's five laws were fully opened, and he sneered: "You are dreaming." ”

Shen Shujian was shocked when he heard the name of Rong Cao Fairy.

"It doesn't matter, if you kill this seat, you can also get the Five Elements Law Phase. ”

The soul attraction banner in Kou Jiayan's hand turned into a steel knife and slashed towards the two of them with a fierce momentum.

Shen Shujian is mutated wind spirit root, and the moment the Qianyuan Sword swung his sword, tens of thousands of wind blades ruthlessly strangled the ghost.

The five laws of Rong Hui appeared together, and the ruthless killing sword and the Qianyuan sword worked together seamlessly, and Kou Jiayan couldn't do anything about them for a while.

Rong Hui seized the opportunity and condensed a storm of sword intent with Shen Shujian to trap him.

"Shujian, help me tear up the skylight. ”

Rong Hui sensed that the thunder was coming, and success or failure was here.

The Qianyuan Sword and the Liuyun Immortal Sword rotated at high speed on the sides of the two of them, forming an impenetrable sword intent realm.

Shen Shujian leaned back against Rong Hui, pinched the trick with both hands, and reproduced the phantom of the sea of stars under his feet.

A beam of silver light pierced the sky, and a crack appeared in the sky covered by black mist.

The rift is getting bigger and bigger.

From a finger-sized slit to a hole hundreds of feet wide.

"Boom—"

Earth-shattering thunder rang out, terrifying purple thunder condensed in the air, and the earth trembled with fear.

Kou Jiayan was horrified, "Thunder!"

Ghost cultivators can only survive in certain places.

Because the causal aura on his body was thousands of times heavier than the ruthless killing sword, the thunder fell, and it was the ghost cultivator who took the lead in slashing.

Kou Jiayan trembled with anger, "Rong Hui, you calculate me!"

Rong Hui sneered, "I can't wait for you to die now!"

"Click-"

The silver whip struck the black sky.

The terrifying screams of the arrogant ghosts of the Death Storm.

The thunder of the Distraction Realm fell from the sky and slashed at the banner ghost in the storm.

Rong Hui and Shen Shujian tacitly pursued the fleeing Kou Jiayan and left.

One is the one who crosses the catastrophe.

One is a ghost cultivator who does all kinds of evil.

When the thunderbolt is killed, whoever hits it is whoever it hits.

Everyone on the ground saw terrifying thunderstorms one after another, and everyone was dumbfounded.

The distraction realm was even more terrifying than they had imagined.

Thousands of thunderstorms did not come again and again as usual, but even if they did, hundreds of thunderbolts were overwhelmingly chopped down, and they were eager to crush their bones and scatter ashes.

Li Yan returned to the crowd and hurriedly ran hundreds of miles away.

The thunderstorm struck all night.

Amid the hysterical screams, Kou Jiayan was in despair.

Rong Hui weakly picked up Shen Shujian, who was about to fall into a coma, and was about to speak.

Who knew that there was still a thunderbolt that did not leave.

Seeing that it was about to be split into Rong Hui's head, Shen Shujian tried his best to push his senior sister away, withstand the final blow, and then fainted.

"Little junior brother!"

Rong Hui rushed over and hugged Shen Shujian, looking at him as he was dying, the tip of his nose was sour, and tears fell on his pale face.

Save people first!

The thunderstorm leveled the mountains near the Gate of Heaven.

Rong Hui took out the spiritual power of the mountains and rivers to transport the spiritual power of Zhongzhou to protect Shen Shujian, and was about to leave, when he suddenly saw a thing with a compelling aura flying over, and the Sword Saint of the Qingyun Sect was chasing after him.

Rong Hui hugged Shen Shujian and grabbed something with a strong aura, sensed a special spiritual power, held it, her body was more comfortable than ever, and the wounds on her body were visibly recovered.

"Spirit Fruit!"

Rong Hui was overjoyed, and she used mountains and rivers to block the Qingyun Sect Sword Saint with mountains and rivers and flowing clouds.

She was about to feed the whole spirit fruit to Shen Shujian, but suddenly thought of innocence, so she divided the spirit fruit into two, first gave Shen Shujian half a pill, and then flew to Li Yanhui and the others.

"Master. Li Yanhui's hands were stained with blood, and his eyes were red and said, "The innocent elder has lost too much blood, I'm afraid it won't work." ”

Rong Hui tasted half a spirit fruit into his innocent mouth, and under Li Yanhui's dumbfounded gaze, the wounds on his body quickly healed and tender flesh grew.

"Damn!" Li Yanhui couldn't help but burst into foul language while holding the sutures, "The Immortal Cultivation Realm is too strong!"

Shen Shujian was seriously injured, and Rong Hui carried him to other places to heal.

Zhou Xi and Zhang Yuandao walked to the angry Qingyun Sect Sword Saint with complicated expressions, and were silent,

At this time, the Sword Saint suddenly received an edict from the sect master and had to leave.

Rong Hui withdrew the flowing clouds and mountains and rivers, she sensed the shadow above her head, and said to Bai Xing: "What's the matter?"

"The kid. Bai Xingyi pointed at innocence, "He is also a child of destiny." ”

Rong Hui: "......"