One by one, the spells were waved outward, and the sky was already white, and for a whole night, the sword qi shrouded outside the Heart Sword Pavilion seemed to have never been consumed, and every time the sword qi disappeared, the sword qi was replenished, endlessly.

"Don't put it off any longer, it's too late. I don't know how many hole cards there are in the Heart Sword Pavilion. ”

The remaining seven people responded one after another, and then struck together, which was definitely not inferior to the top innate blow, and went straight to the mountain gate of the Heart Sword Pavilion from outside the sky.

And all the sword qi is also divided into two parts, directly destroying the huge qi. The two are eliminated, and the aftermath shook all directions, and the smoke and dust were wolf. And then, the sword qi that was replenished was only half.

"It's running out, it's useful!"

All eyes were fixed on the top, although they could not detect the decrease in sword qi, but the frequency of the attacks of the eight great gods was getting faster and faster, and they also knew that something was wrong.

Three hours later, the sun was shining: "There is one last blow left!"

As the sound reached everyone's ears, the eight people gathered together again to bombard the big array, and the sword qi of the formation all dissipated. Just when everyone was desperate, they also came to the places where Jianming enshrined many tablets, and all of them flew sword qi and went straight to the eight people.

And the eight people's faces turned pale, and they all resisted.

Even ordinary disciples could vaguely see the vague figures behind those sword qi.

"My natural enemy!"

"It's a big deal!"

"It's Uncle Tai! I've seen the portrait of Uncle Tai!"

"Master!"

"Pavilion Master Zhang!

Many disciples shouted out the names of the moves and human lives one after another, and it was obvious that these were the heroic spirits that had been worshiped by the Heart Sword Pavilion for generations, or the last sword intent.

Bai Lu shouted directly: "Hurry up and open all the sword tombs and sword tombs, if the sword has a spirit, it will bless my Heart Sword Pavilion to get through the difficulties!" "Sword Tomb, the rules of the Heart Sword Pavilion are that unless the previous generation of congenital masters has been equipped with a sword, it is qualified to place it in it. Eighty years ago, there was no return of masters, and the sword tomb has been silent to this day. Zhang Yiming broke his sword in the first battle, and only the bones and swords were left to sleep, while the five pavilion elders had no bones. But at this critical moment, these rules can no longer be controlled, and all the rules are less important than the survival of the Sword Pavilion.

And the three imperial qi were stunned, and their hands were a little stiff: "The foundation of the Sword Realm Holy Land, even if there is no divine sword, it is too terrifying!"

The sword qi swept through, and the thousands of people holding talismans around them were also swept away. And the dozens of anti-qi masters who were hiding their bodies around also retreated one after another, avoiding their edges.

The eight masters of the Mingshen Realm became more and more frightened, and they gradually lost their physical strength and retreated.

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"Big brother, I always feel uneasy. Just as he was about to approach the Heavenly Sword Gate, He Sili said such a sentence for no reason.

He Moxian stopped, his eyes turned off: "Oh? Bu Qianhuai said that neither Yi Qixing nor the Black Sin Peacock would interfere." It's okay to think about it. The Heavenly Sword Gate may resist, but one-on-one, when those two old guys are not fully skilled, don't you have confidence?"

"This ...... It's the younger brother who lost his words. After that, the three of them continued on the road, but He Moxian did begin to pay attention, after all, the innate feeling was by no means groundless.

A whole day passed, and the three of He Moxian returned to the Tongtian Sword Domain a little tired, although their faces were tired, their hearts were happy.

One win and two draws, and in the end, Gai Xiao and Jia Wumei used extraordinary forbidden moves, but they were also banned in a row, so they could be drawn. It should really be said that he is worthy of being an old-timer and an old swordsman in the sword world, but it doesn't matter anymore, and the Imperial Heaven Sword Gate will no longer be able to stop the Tongtian Sword Domain from today. As long as you go back and tell the world, there will be no other voices in the Heavenly Sword Gate, and it is impossible for the Sword Sea to provoke you alone, and the general trend of the Tongtian Sword Domain has been decided!

Halfway up, just as the mountain river was about to go, two figures stood halfway.

"Well, a familiar breath!" He Siliang pulled the strip of cloth on the sword, the long sword was unsheathed, and the cold and icy scene appeared all around.

"Hahaha, the three great swordsmen of Tongtian, meet again!" The words came, and what I saw turned out to be the deceased immortal king, one of the two great guests of the Ling Dynasty, with a familiar face, green silk and white hair, and a face like a crown of jade. And the other, needless to say, looks like a child, and he is the Bailing Immortal King who is a fellow practitioner.

He Youwei is also abnormal, waving a sword qi, the blade of the sword transforms, and the current Tongtian Sword Domain is only about to promulgate a great gift, which is the holy land, the holy land, and naturally has the power of the holy land: "Two against three, it is very unwise!"

He Moxian closed his eyes and shook his head wordlessly, and the sword intent around his body spontaneously came out, approaching the two of them.

"Don't worry, we are not provoking. It's about cooperation. ”

He Sili snorted coldly and dismissed: "Cooperation? The last Sword Realm Holy Land of the Violent Spirit Disaster has fallen, why, now the target has turned to my Heavenly Sword Domain?"

Just when the five of them were arguing, the Heart Sword Pavilion was in full swing, and the busy figure was reflected in the sunset, which was particularly beautiful.

As the tablets that also came to Jianming lost their sword intent one by one, the figures holding swords also disappeared one by one.

Luo Shenghua looked at the changes in the outside world, and said directly: "The strength of the eight gods is not one in ten now, and when the big array is broken, you and I will use our own secret forbidden techniques, maybe we can kill one!"

Killing the gods of the Ming with imperial qi, even if it is death, is enough to leave a name in the rivers and lakes, and this life is not in vain.

"That's exactly what I mean! Anyway, there are dozens of good qi guards around looking around, there is definitely no life or death, if you pull a god to accompany you to the funeral before you die, how fortunate is it?"

As the last ray of light disappeared, the last wisp of sword intent also dissipated with the sunlight, like the fate of the Heart Sword Pavilion, sinking into darkness.

But at the same time, the three royal qi masters drew their swords silently, the sword style was silent, the sword intent was not killed, and the absolute assassination sword. The three of them worked together seamlessly, as if they had been together for decades.

The three blades became a sharp point, and stabbed straight into the throat of a person, the person's eyes were confused, but it was suddenly ruthless, Zhenyuan was shocked, and the three of them were directly shocked into the courtyard, setting off boundless dust.

Jian Tu waved his sleeves, and a sword aura went straight to the land of smoke and dust: "What a great courage!" Then he looked at his companions who were seriously injured by the sneak attack, and he didn't say anything, after all, they didn't react, and if they were replaced by themselves, they wouldn't be much better.

"Everyone obeys the order, storms the mountain gate, loots all the classics, strives for integrity, and kills those who resist!"

Dozens of royal qi masters carried knives and swords and went straight to the door. However, no one in the Heart Sword Pavilion retreated, and the elder took the lead, holding a sword to take the lead in meeting the enemy, and all the disciples followed behind.

Bai Lu turned around and slowly walked towards Yelai Jianming, ignoring the sound of blood spilling all over the ground behind him, and knelt directly in front of Yelai Jianming's tablet to worship.

Even if you repel the strong enemy this time, there will be another time, after today, there will be no Heart Sword Pavilion anymore, this is already a foregone conclusion, Bai Lu is silent, the senior brothers and disciples outside are all beginner martial arts and acquired realms, who can withstand a move to resist the imperial qi?

The two fingers of the left hand were put together, turned into sword fingers, and cut a hole in the palm of the right hand, and blood spilled in an instant. Bai Lu directly imprinted the bloody handprint on the ground, and there were words in his mouth. It is one of the last connotations of the Heart Sword Pavilion, and it is also the last fight to die and live.

"Disciple! Inherit the name of the Pavilion Master of the Heart Sword Pavilion, ranked the 998th Pavilion Master, and swear here!" Suddenly, all the tablets in the sword sound shook faintly, as if they had sensed.

Jian Tu suddenly felt that a killing force was about to come out in the sound of the sword, and the remaining six people who still had strength also looked at each other, directly palms, knives, fists, swords, and guns, and rushed towards them. But all the tablets seemed to have spirituality, blocking the fatal blow to Bai Lu.

"I am willing to use my soul as a guide to summon all the ancestors of the Heart Sword Pavilion to come and shine the last glory of my Heart Sword Pavilion!"