Under the Sword Peak, a simple old man, holding a long sword in his hand at the moment, was harvesting the lives of the Demon Dao disciples one after another.

The other party killed all the way from Chixing Peak to here, and Jian Xuanshan was already in danger. If Jian Peak is captured again, then Jian Xuan Mountain will no longer be in danger to defend.

Beside him, there were two phantoms, each with a sword, and the three of them remained silent, destroying the living force here.

"Lei Ping, why are we only dealing with these low-level disciples?"

The two phantoms asked, puzzled.

"Don't worry, two Spirit Venerables, a moment ago, I felt that there was a high-ranking monk hidden here, and I just wanted to force him to show up. ”

Lei Ping is the master of the head Yuan Chenghua, the only sword elder in the sword mound!

There are two phantoms left, naturally they are two sword spirits other than Xuanshuang.

The two sword spirits nodded, and suddenly, they felt a call in their hearts.

"Lei Ping! Xuanshuang is calling us, it seems that something is wrong with the sword mound!"

The simple old man was stunned for a moment, and immediately said: "The two Lingzun are going, although the sword mound is difficult to break, it has to be defended." ”

"Then be careful!"

The two sword spirits immediately fled, and the simple old man looked at the monks of the mountain, and couldn't help frowning: "What about Mu Santong? What about Wu Beidou? Chen Yuanzhai and Tu Qingqing? Could it be that they are still in the ???back mountain at this time?"

He couldn't understand when this was going to be, and why they hadn't shown up yet.

After thinking about it for a while, Lei Ping felt that something was wrong.

It is very likely that his apprentice Yuan Chenghua is dead...... They're dealing with those old monsters.

Lei Ping was a little irritable.

This place is obviously very close to the back mountain, but he can't help with the sword, in the sky, Mei Yiren is in danger, and the five guest kings are barely protecting themselves against the Jindan monks of the Demon Dao, and if they go again, there is likely to be an accident.

Moreover, where is the aura hidden in the low-level monks that I just felt?

Lei Ping thought about it, and suddenly raised his profile.

A sword qi burst out, and the spirit horn in the sky was caught off guard, and was pierced by a sword!

"What?!"

The monks around felt an unprecedentedly huge aura that spread.

The breath was like ripples, and they couldn't help but shiver.

Infant Monk?!

On the ground, Lei Ping slowly rose: "Jian Xuan Mountain, ask Jian Feng, the dry bone sword Lei Ping is here!"

The simple and inconspicuous old man was invincible, and several guests from the Five Old Cliffs were shocked: "Lei Ping?!"

"How is he still alive......"

"Lei Ping is still alive???"

"Two hundred years ago, didn't he and Fuliu already die in Black Wind Mountain?"

Among the several guests of the Five Old Cliffs, Gu Lao's eyes were red: "You are Lei Ping?!"

The simple old man looked at Gu Lao and nodded: "It was my fault that I didn't rescue Senior Sister Fuliu back then. ”

"Haha...... Okay! The infatuation sword of the past has now become a dry bone sword? Old boy, I didn't expect you to be alive, this time it's over, let's settle the accounts of the year!"

On the opposite side, the Lingjiao True Man fell from the sky and was suddenly wrapped in hundreds of millions of Gu worms.

Countless Gu worms spit out the true qi in their mouths, repairing the injuries of the Lingjiao Zhenren, wrapping him into a huge insect ball, and after a while, the insect ball dispersed, and the Lingjiao Zhenren laughed intact and said: "I didn't expect that Jianxuan Mountain also hid a primordial infant and an old man! Okay, ......"

The Gu insects around the Lingjiao real person chirped, and then, like a chain reaction, the mountains of Gu insects chirped.

Every Jindan monk has hundreds of millions of Gu worms on his body, and at this moment, a billion Gu worms are gathered around the Lingjiao True Man, all listening to his orders.

Gu cultivation has always won by quantity.

Once there are more monks in the same realm, they can gather all their combat power into one person, and they are the monks who are the most likely to cross the border to kill the enemy.

"Where is the black flag?"

Behind the Lingjiao real person, the banner of Xuanjiao Valley was waving in the wind, all of which were transformed by insect clouds.

"Dry Bone Sword, look at how powerful your sword is, or if it's our Gu power!"

The overwhelming banner turned into a spear and stabbed at Lei Ping, and Lingjiao Zhenren said: "Kong Lan, such a good opportunity, if the predecessor of Xuchen doesn't make a move, it will be insulting to his name as the number one killer!"

Countless spears pierced, broken by Lei Ping's sword after sword, and the insect cloud was killed and injured countless times, and suddenly, on the ground, a phantom flickered, disappeared, flashed, disappeared, flashed again, and was already squatting on a spear.

Mei Yiren suddenly noticed that there was an extra figure in the other party's insect cloud, and shouted: "Uncle Shi, be careful!"

The figure was squatting on the spear, covered with a black veil, and suddenly a sharp color flashed in his eyes, and disappeared again, and Lei Ping quickly fell down.

In Lei Ping's ears, a woman's voice sounded: "You can't run." ”

Lei Ping continued to fall, and suddenly felt his heart being grabbed, and sweat poured out all over his body.

Stab!

The strange feeling of being punctured in the heart came, and Lei Ping's soul was damaged, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, but at this moment he finally locked the person's position.

"Old man...... I haven't killed a woman yet, you're the first!"

As he spoke, Lei Ping's sword aura scattered all over his body.

Those sword qi burrowed into the trees all over the Jianxuan Mountain, and in an instant, thousands of trees rose from the ground, peeled off in the air, turned into hundreds of thousands of wooden swords, and stabbed in the direction of the female monk.

The look in the monk's eyes changed, and she said, "This man gave up his life to kill me???

The nun couldn't believe that a young monk actually chose to sacrifice her life as soon as she came up???

She squeezed her five fingers fiercely in the void, Lei Ping's heart exploded, she was surrounded by wooden swords in all directions, and the wooden swords were easy to resist, but the sword qi in them was not easy to resist, and it was completely impossible to resist!

Hundreds of thousands of wooden swords, each sword sword qi passed through the body of the female monk, the female monk felt as if she had become a sieve at the moment, and every time she was penetrated, she had a feeling of pain.

Not only the pain, but also her vitality that was brought out with the sword qi.

"Immortal Trace, Hidden Dragon!"

In the wooden sword, the female monk disappeared, Mei Yiren and other monks all over the mountain saw it, Lei Ping's body fell from the sky, and the monk who covered his face also disappeared.

Lingjiao Zhenren suddenly looked at the Empty Lan Divine Witch: "What about the Void Dust Senior?!"

"How do I know!!," the Empty Witch roared, and he pounced on the place where the friar had disappeared, and found the sky full of sawdust, countless blood stains, and the smell of blood in the air except for the smell of wood, and there was no trace of the nun at all.

The Empty Lan Divine Witch roared: "Dare to kill the Ancestor!

"Treading the Mountain!"

With a big move, a drum appeared in the air.

Strange syllables are pronounced, and a phantus of a god appears in the air, smashing the drum with a sledgehammer.

At this moment, the mountain was full of mantra cultivation, and he felt that his true qi was more than twice as much as usual.

"Lingjiao, protect me!"

After shouting, the Empty Witch no longer cared about his safety, and turned to the ground to beat the drum.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

The war drums sounded, the spell cultivation all over the mountains and fields soared, and the Lingjiao real people gathered the insect clouds and roared loudly: "Slaughter the mountain!"

This time, hundreds of millions of Gu worms were divided into two groups, one rushing towards Mei Yiren and the other rushing towards Zheng Yi.

On the ground, Lei Ping's body was trampled on in pieces.

In the sky, seeing the dense insects covering the clouds and the sun, Mei Yiren's heart was cold: It's over.