"Boom, boom, boom......"

The sound of thunder continued to come from the air, Jiao Zi's claws held two huge purple thunder tridents, and around her, the thirteen sword cultivators quickly used the momentum of the sword formation to besiege.

The sword array was arranged, and the sword intent was intertwined to quickly form a sword net, surrounding Jiao Zi to death.

"I thought that there was no powerful character in the Ten Thousand Sword Sect this time, but I didn't expect that these thirteen senior brothers would be able to cooperate with the sword formation!"

In the dark, Lin Yifan watched the battle in the field and whispered secretly.

"Amitabha!"

Beside Lin Yifan, a shiny big bald head announced a Buddha horn and whispered, "Donor, aren't you ready to help?"

Hearing this, Lin Yifan turned his head, looked at the other party's shiny big bald head, and secretly thought in his heart: "Just this big bald head, just this reflection, it's too easy to expose!"

However, although what he thought in his heart was so unreliable, Lin Yifan still said with a serious face on the surface: "The situation here is too complicated now, and there are still many people hiding in secret, so now is not a good time to enter." ”

Hearing Lin Yifan's words, Master Mengyi's face showed a thoughtful look, and finally nodded seriously, and then thanked Lin Yifan: "Amitabha, thank you for your generous teaching!"

"Uh-"

Hearing Master Mengyi's words, Lin Yifan was slightly stunned, at this moment, he felt even more that this great monk, who was much older than himself, really didn't have any experience in red dust.

At this moment, I only heard Master Mengyi say a few more questions.

Although there are too many questions about this guy, Lin Yifan still answers them one by one.

And just between Lin Yifan and Master Mengyi's question and answer, the battle on the other side also entered a white-hot state.

Jiao Zi's claws held two huge purple thunder tridents, and between the swings, there was a thunderous momentum.

On the other side, although the power of the thirteen sword cultivators was not as powerful as Jiao Zi, however, the power of the thirteen sword cultivators to form a sword formation turned into an impenetrable momentum, which was not weaker than Jiao Zi on the other side.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that he was actually blocked by a few ants that he didn't like, Jiao Zi's fiery temper was suddenly ignited.

The next moment, I saw two huge purple thunder tridents in his claws slamming into the middle.

"Boom!"

After a loud thunderous sound, immediately, everyone saw that from the place where the two huge purple thunder tridents collided, countless purple thunder lights suddenly shot out, like purple dragons, bombarding the thirteen sword cultivators around them.

"Not good!"

Looking at the purple dragons surging one after another, the face of the Thirteen Sword Cultivators changed suddenly.

Immediately, among the thirteen sword cultivators, a black-faced man said loudly: "Quick, the sword qi returns to the source!"

Hearing the words of the black-faced man, the other twelve people immediately did not hesitate.

Immediately, I saw twelve sword points out, and sword qi flew out from their fingertips.

It's just that this time, the target of these sword qi is not Jiao Zi in the air, but a black-faced man.

"Poof, poof, poof......"

Twelve sword qi flew in, and they all sank into the back of the black-faced man.

The next moment, I saw that above the black-faced man's big black face like charcoal, there was a faint glimmer of divine light.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the figure of the black-faced man jump up, and at the same time, on his side, a flying sword trembled slightly in front of him, making a burst of sword roars.

A gleam flashed in his eyes, and he saw the black-faced man roaring in a low voice, the sword technique in his hand changing rapidly, and finally pointing at the flying sword in front of him.

The sword technique in front of him changed rapidly, but everyone could see that the moment the black-faced man finally clicked on the flying sword, his complexion was already full of solemnity.

"Sword God!"

With a low roar, the black-faced man's sword finger finally pointed at the body of the flying sword.

In an instant, only a "bang" was heard, and the black-faced man's whole person was shocked by an invisible force and flew out.

At the same time, everyone only felt that within a radius of a hundred zhang, countless spiritual powers were swallowed up by the flying sword in the air like a long whale sucking water.

But it turned out that the flying sword of this black-faced man was the sword god flying sword on the list of ten thousand swords!

The Sword God Flying Sword, ranked among the top ten immortal swords, is extremely powerful.

However, the more powerful the flying sword, the more difficult the conditions for its use, and the use of this sword god flying sword is extremely harsh on the spiritual power cultivation of its owner.

Although the black-faced man is the master of the flying sword, if he wants to give full play to the ability of the sword god flying sword, the cultivation of the black-faced man is far from enough.

But now, the black-faced man used the power of the sword array to gather the strength of the other twelve people, and barely exerted the true power of the sword god flying sword.

"Boom-"

There was a change in the wind and clouds, and then, everyone present only felt a heavy pressure coming from the sky.

Looking up, in an instant, everyone found that the sky was actually covered with a layer of gray color.

"That's it, Sword God!"

In the dark, Lin Yifan also saw the changes in the air clearly.

For this sword god, it was the second time he had seen it, and the first time was naturally to see the mysterious Thousand-Faced Sword Immortal use it on the flying spirit boat.

At that time, the sword god was used, and the mysterious thousand-faced sword immortal had a brief battle with the golden-bladed demon ancestor of the golden-winged Dapeng bird clan.

Although he was quickly defeated, he was able to use the Jindan period of cultivation to compete with the Yuanying Demon Ancestor, which shows the power of the Sword God Flying Sword.

In the air, dressed in gray, with white beard and hair, the eyes of the majestic sword god opened slightly.

Looking at the purple thunder Jiao bombarded from the sky, the sword god's complexion did not change at all, and then, I saw a flash of sword light in his eyes, and a huge gray long sword appeared in the right hand of the sword god.

"Brush—"

Immediately after, I saw that the sword god's right hand shook slightly, and the huge gray long sword suddenly cut through the void, swept a gray sword qi, and attacked the purple thunder Jiao on the opposite side.

"Boom-"

With a loud bang, I saw the gray long sword passing, and the purple thunder Jiao was suddenly submerged in the gray sword qi.

It's just that Jiao Zi was naturally unwilling to give up easily, only to see the two huge purple thunder tridents in his hands constantly swinging, and one after another thunder light bombarded towards the opposite sword god.

It's just that in the void of Wei Li, the seemingly illusory and formless figure of the sword god, every swing of the gray long sword in his hand can easily annihilate the thunder in the sky.

"It's been delaying for too long!"

The black-faced man ignored the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, he could sense that the spiritual power in his body was flowing as fast as flowing water.

"No, if you continue like this, I'm afraid the sword god won't last long!"

At this moment, another person spoke.

At this moment, the thirteen sword cultivators, including the black-faced man, were all solemn, able to condense the sword god, and the spiritual power in their bodies was also constantly converging into the black-faced man's body, and finally turned into the power of condensing the sword god.

However, even if you want to stop at this moment, it is too late.

After all, if they stop at this moment, they are afraid that they will be bombarded indiscriminately by Jiaozi, and they may really be unlucky.

"Amitabha!"

The changes in the field, Lin Yifan and Master Mengyi both saw it, Master Mengyi looked at Lin Yifan and said: "Donor, look at this situation, it seems that your fellow disciples can't hold on." ”

"Yes"

Lin Yifan nodded lightly, but he didn't say anything more, let alone make any moves.

Looking at Lin Yifan, Master Mengyi spoke again: "Donor, are you really not ready to make a move?"

Hearing this, Lin Yifan raised his hand and said, "Don't it for a while, some things are not as simple as they seem, the master just look at it." ”

Hearing Lin Yifan's words, Master Mengyi's bald head shook slightly, and then he continued to turn his gaze to the battle situation in the field, wanting to see how the situation would develop.

At this moment, I saw that in the field, the phantom of the sword god became more and more blurred, and the gray long sword attack in his hand was not as powerful as before.

"Let's all die!"

It seemed that he sensed the decline of the Sword God Phantom, and only heard Jiao Zi shouting, and Jiao Long's body hovered in the air, holding two huge purple thunder tridents and directly bombarding the Sword God Phantom.

"Bang!"

Countless thunder lights exploded, and where Jiao Zi passed, the phantom of the Sword God that was already in full decline finally exploded completely under the bombardment of countless purple thunder lights.

The sword god's phantom was broken, and a flying sword fell from the sky and stabbed diagonally into the ground beside the black-faced man.

"Poof—"

At the same time, I saw that the black-faced man's big face, which looked like black charcoal, actually appeared a gray and white color, his body shook slightly, and a mouthful of blood suddenly sprayed out of his mouth, and the whole person became shaky.

At the same time, behind the black-faced man, a group of sword cultivators of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect also shook their bodies, looking like they were not lightly injured.

Seeing this, I saw a cruel look flash in Jiao Zi's eyes, and with a wave of the huge purple thunder trident in his claws, it was fiercely bombarded towards the Thirteen Sword Cultivators.

Seeing that the thirteen sword cultivators were about to fall under the thunder bombardment of Jiao Zi's sky, at this moment, only a ripple was seen rising in the void.

At the same time, Jiao Zi, who was about to give the Thirteen Sword Cultivators a fatal blow, seemed to have sensed something, and the two huge purple thunder tridents in his claws suddenly turned around and bombarded towards the void.

"Bang!"

The void shattered like a mirror under the bombardment of the trident.

Immediately, I saw a flying sword being bombarded and flew back.

However, before Jiao Zi could continue to pursue, suddenly, those shattered void fragments flew towards her like sharp blades.

"Poof—"

In an instant, on Jiao Zi's claws, there was an extra hideous scar.

"Roar—"

A painful roar came out of his mouth, and with a swing of his giant tail, his huge body flew directly into the air.

"Alas, I actually let you escape!".

There was a sigh, and then, everyone saw that in the broken void, a figure in purple clothes slowly walked out, and beside him, an almost transparent flying sword appeared.

This is actually the fourteenth Ten Thousand Swords Sect Sword Cultivator!