Before he finished speaking, this person's mana had already surged, and this time there was no longer the slightest hand, and the white flying sword turned into a meteor-like light and smashed on Zhao Wenxuan's body like a teleportation, breaking the white jade phantom that had just risen again.

This moment seemed to detonate a sword qi bomb, and countless sword lights suddenly erupted around Zhao Wenxuan.

Countless sword lights wrapped him in all directions, and the sound of flying sword slashes tinkled and tinkled a city, and a book sword was like a chain of thunder.

Zhao Wenxuan only felt that there seemed to be countless white flying swords slashing from all directions around him at the same time, so he could only defend passively and be tired of coping.

"If you keep it for a long time, you will lose, this is not the way!"

A moment later, Zhao Wenxuan's heart froze, and the golden flying sword suddenly rose into the air, growing in the wind, like a giant pillar standing between the canyons, enveloping him.

As soon as the sword shape was formed, Zhao Wenxuan suddenly shouted: "Shock!"

Heaven-shattering sword technique!

One of the five famous sword techniques of the Chiyang Sect, which cannot be passed on by non-loyal disciples of the inner gate.

The golden brilliance inside the sky-supporting giant sword suddenly churned like boiling water, and then suddenly in a trance, the giant sword disappeared, and the aura of this small world seemed to have disappeared at this moment, and what filled the gap was countless torrents of golden sword light.

"Squeak Squeak ......"

Ten thousand swords burst forth, sweeping in all directions.

The originally narrow belly between the two mountains is like a plough on the farmland, turning out the Dao Stone Dragon, and countless sword shadows directly pierced the slightly smaller hill on the left, revealing tiny penetrating holes.

The white flying sword bore the brunt of the attack, although it tried its best to churn in the torrent and bloom countless white sword qi, but after all, it could not break the opponent's sword momentum, but was washed by countless sword qi, and even the monk with the sword was also bleeding, and then it was drowned by the sea of golden sword light.

"Not dead yet!"

Zhao Wenxuan was horrified in his heart, the Heaven Shaking Sword Technique was one of his tricks to press the bottom of the box, and the consumption of his own true yuan was almost eighty percent when he used it, but unfortunately he still only severely injured the white sword monk on the opposite side, and failed to kill one of them.

The golden flying sword returned to his palm, and in the face of the woman's red hydrangea and Dao Dao spiritual light technique, he was a little succumbed to the upper hand, and could only barely support it.

And the monk who had exploded the halberd to break through Zhao Wenxuan's technique before, had disappeared in an instant, and according to the size of this rock, there were only five or six miles around, and he was about to go around behind him.

If those few Qi Refining Disciples didn't help, after the next two breaths, he would face the situation of being attacked from front to back.

At that time, there was a violent storm, and there were incomparable mountain rocks on the left and right, the former wolf and the tiger, and there was not much true yuan in his body for the time being, and he would fall into death.

He calculated clearly in his heart, and the attacker on the opposite side also knew it, so at this moment, the female cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building was dragging him with all her might, and even the white sword monk showed signs of relieving his breath.

Zhao Wenxuan immediately made a decision, burst into a shout, and urged the mana again, and the golden flying sword suddenly became like a dragon, carrying a fierce and unparalleled momentum and directly blasted towards the white sword monk.

And he secretly pinched the magic seal, and a golden thunder light rushed out from the palm of his hand, covering the female cultivator.

The female cultivator's hydrangea magic weapon resisted the divine thunder, but she didn't know that in the thunder light was a Ming Shen Needle, a five-thunder magic weapon like the Son of the Heavens, which burst on the spot, blowing the hydrangea apart, and returning the color of the halberd.

The magic weapon was destroyed, and the female monk's heart was shaken, and it was too late to save the White Sword Monk.

However, the white sword monk cultivated the highest among the three, and it was not idle, and he hurriedly mentioned the true yuan under serious injury, spit out a yuan bead, and turned into a shining treasure light to protect the whole body, and then successively issued seven law prohibitions, one cloth and one retreat, one retreat and one cloth, and slowly discharged the golden sword qi.

However, in the middle of the seven deployments and seven retreats, the people have been far away from the battlefield, and the foundation has been damaged again, and I am afraid that they will not be able to fight again in a short time.

While the golden flying sword forced the enemy back, Zhao Wenxuan had already withdrawn and retreated.

The female cultivator in front of her screamed miserably, and the aura chased after her like a mountain of seas.

As soon as he landed at the rear end of the intersection, a fierce and incomparable sword light slashed down like a heavenly river.

The monk who went around to the rear didn't have time to take care of those Qi refining disciples of the Kaiyang Sword Sect, so he carried a domineering sword that swallowed the sun and the moon and blocked Zhao Wenxuan's way.

Zhao Wenxuan seemed to have been prepared, and the golden flying sword that turned around did not resist him, but only turned the sword qi into a continuous drizzle and flew out, filling the space in front of this person, and in the next moment, the other person had disappeared at the fork in the road with the flying sword with the last trace of true yuan.

He directly threw down the dozen or so disciples and ran away.

Almost at the moment when it passed the intersection, it was followed by a figure like a swimming fish, which was Wang Zhong, and he also fled.

Although the cultivation of several other disciples of the Kaiyang Sword Sect was a cut above Wang Zhong, no matter how fast Wang Zhong had such a quick running reaction, he had not yet come back to his senses.

The monk of the imperial sword broke through the sword rain, but in just a breath, Zhao Wenxuan's figure was no longer visible in front of him, leaving only nine Qi refining disciples of the Kaiyang Sword Sect, who shouted angrily, and the sword light stretched across the entire mountain road like a match.

And the female cultivator also released a Dao spell aura shrouded her.

At this time, these nine disciples couldn't escape, so they could only use their own desperate means to passively respond to the enemy.

......

If you want to say that cultivation is a technique, Wang Zhong does not dare to trust himself even if he is a human being in two lifetimes, but if he wants to say that he sees the opportunity and pulls his legs away, Wang Zhong does not say that it is second to none, at least it is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

In the previous life, it was with this ability to check the wind and observe the direction and move the wit that he survived countless times in the cruel war against the Heavenly Alliance.

You must know that it is not a fighting method of one or two monks, but a war of hundreds or even tens of thousands of people at every turn, and if you don't pay attention to it, any aftermath can shock you to death on the battlefield.

As early as the moment Zhao Wenxuan's golden sword qi dragon flew out, he could see that the sword qi was empty but lacking in strength, and he knew that Zhao Wenxuan wanted to use his strength to force the enemy to escape.

Waiting for the moment when Zhao Wenxuan passed by, he turned around and pulled his legs away.

In fact, the moment these three cultivators blocked the way, he wanted to run.

Although Zhao Wenxuan seems to have a good foundation, his qualifications are mediocre, and he is not much better at accumulating resources, he is definitely not that kind of genius or a child of a wealthy family, and it is unlikely that he still wants to win in a dozen or three.

Then as a few disciples in the Qi Refining Period, the situation can be said to be extremely dangerous, as long as someone drags Zhao Wenxuan, any one of them can solve them.

The reason why he had to wait for Zhao Wenxuan to escape before he ran away was also a last resort, otherwise he would escape from the battle, and Zhao Wenxuan could directly cut him down after settling the account afterwards.

The mountain roads inside this stone forest are intricate, like a labyrinth, and even the transmission of sound is quite difficult, and after turning a few intersections, Wang Zhong can't hear any sound behind him.

As for Zhao Wenxuan, Wang Zhong definitely didn't catch up, although he slipped away quickly, his cultivation was still too low, and his speed was naturally not as good as others, so he lost it early in the morning.

But that's exactly what he wanted.

really kept up, if this Zhao Wenxuan really had any thoughts, he would definitely not be an opponent if he was tough head-on.