Murong Xuexian also saw Ding Dawu's tiredness, and he was very satisfied that his move could work, after all, if this move could hit the myth of the rivers and lakes a hundred years ago, then he Murong Xuexian was about to become a new myth.

Murong Xuexian said in a long voice: "Senior, I still have a lot of sword seas, I don't know if my predecessors can turn them all?"

Ding Dawu said without a night: "Gadget, you just brought all the swords on your Qinghe Mountain, and your Iron Buddha Taizu also melted all of them into soup for you." ”

A hint of fierceness flashed in Murong Xuexian's horn: "Okay! Then let me help my seniors!"

His fingers danced slightly, and the sea of swords spun faster, and the flying swords he shot out became faster and faster, more and more.

The orange flying spring in the air became more and more violent, and under the dazzling firelight, the sweat on Ding Dawu's head was like rain.

The karmic fire red lotus finally couldn't support it anymore, and there was a shocking bang, and the karmic fire red lotus shattered.

But the sword flow in the sky did not stagnate, one after another, stabbing towards Ding Dawu quickly, like a hammer hitting the tall iron body, and a series of thin and dense tinkling sounds spread far in the air.

In this rapid and flying sword flow, although Ding Dawu was arrogant and unconvinced in his heart, his strength was weak, and he was smashed down from the air by the sword flow at the moment he just wanted to breathe.

The Iron Buddha fell westward, and his body was still full of countless swords, and he fell behind Fang Wushan.

Fang Wushan hurriedly ran over to take a look at Ding Dawu's injury.

Ding Dawu's huge body sat out of a big pit on the mountain, his hands on both sides, and he was sweating profusely, as if he was sitting in a bathhouse.

Ding Dawu was full of swords, but this was not what shocked Fang Wushan, Fang Wushan was only staring at Ding Dawu's big hands at this time, the iron Buddha's pair of iron palms were densely glued with all kinds of fused broken sword blades, and they had not yet melted and were already cast together with the iron palms at this time, and I was afraid that they would not be able to be taken off easily.

Iron Buddha Taizu sat in the pit on the ground panting, glanced at Fang Wushan, and said angrily: "What do you see, haven't you seen a sword in the sun?"

Fang Wu Mountain is as big as a bucket, I really want to say: I really haven't seen it!

But of course he didn't dare to say this, and then asked, "Is the senior okay?"

Iron Buddha Taizu stood up: "Okay, okay, I'm an old man, if anything really hurts, you can prepare a good burial for me." ”

Fang Wushan had gradually adapted to Ding Dawu's strange temper, and looked at the huge long-legged bottle in the sky, which was still dark and unknown: "I don't know what happened to those seniors." ”

The iron Buddha's face was dim, and he said quite sentimentally for a while: "Several... How many can there be ... Not yet. ”

Seeing that Murong Xuexian in the air was smashing the remnants of the flying sword on the body of the phantom beast on the ground, Ding Dawu was angry: "Hmph!

Fang Wushan didn't have time to ask, a big iron Buddha bounced into the air again, the iron Buddha shook hard, and the flying swords stabbed on his body all flew away, knocking down countless flying swords of Murong Xuexian in the air, but the broken sword blades on his arms had been cast together with the iron Buddha, and they couldn't be shaken.

Ding Dawu didn't care about them, raised his fist, dodged, and instantly arrived on Murong Xuexian's body, and smashed down on the head with a punch, Murong Xuexian immediately used Jianyue's wide sword body to block it, he was very glad that he took Jianyue out today, otherwise he was not sure about this blow at all.

There was a loud bang, and Murong Xuexian was shocked from afar.

At this time, a person flashed beside Tiandou Zhenjun, who was watching the battle from a distance.

The man asked: "Zhenjun, although Ding Dawu suffered a secret loss before, but if this continues, Murong is afraid that he will not be defeated, after all, Ding Dawu is a cultivator. ”

Tiandou Zhenjun said lightly: "Even if you have an amazing cultivation, you are still a wild cultivator, as long as you don't enter the Dao, you will run out of oil and dry up one day." ”

The man asked again: "The four great mountain masters are in the Tongtian Bottle, even if there are thirty-six techniques from the side, they will definitely be difficult to defeat the nine elders of the magicians." ”

It turns out that the tall bottle that stands in the sky and towers into the sky is a special formation kneaded by the 36 techniques of Taoism, called the Tongtian Bottle, which isolates a piece of heaven and earth in this bottle, and can give special Taoist blessings to all Taoists in the bottle.

Tiandou Zhenjun seemed to be answering and seemed to be asking: "Let me tell you an interesting story that everyone knows, all the wild cultivators in this world who have not been able to enter the Dao, no matter how much they cultivate, will not live for a hundred years, and they will be punished by heaven, guess why the Ten Elders of the Magicians have survived until now?"

At this time, in an underground cave far away from the battlefield, the Jade Fan Hou was sitting on the side of a green bamboo sedan chair, and the Dan cat on his lap was sleeping.

There was a gust of wind in the cave, and a man in black appeared.

Yu Fan Hou was looking at a booklet in his hand, and said, "This person, I want you to help me take care of her." ”

The black shadow said, "Good!"

Yufan Hou knew that behind his good word, he must have made a heavy promise with his life, just like when he escaped from the sword and sword shadow of Yudu with himself on his back, it was all because of a simple promise that he would live and die.

The dark shadow asked, "You're not going along?"

Yu Fan Hou looked at the dark cave roof: "Just to simply protect his granddaughter, I always feel that this business is too bad, Elder Chen is too bad, I don't want to take advantage of others, if I accidentally take advantage, I won't be able to sleep." ”

The black shadow said: "The two Daoshu families have already killed their eyes red, you go now, I'm afraid it's not good to participate in the war, I'll send a few dead guards to you." ”

Yufan Hou said: "Then I'm not welcome, after all, I'm still afraid of death now, and I can't die." ”

The black shadow lifted the green bamboo sedan chair with one hand, and the four geese and Chen Linglong in the sedan chair slept together and slowly disappeared into the darkness.

As soon as the Jade Fan Hou stood up together, four black shadows on the ground quickly crawled into his shadow.

On the battlefield of Taoism, more and more phantom beasts fell, and the corpses of phantom beasts raised a great wall of flesh and blood, and new phantom beasts continued to fall on the Great Wall of flesh and blood, and the Great Wall became higher and higher, pulling out a terrifying black shadow, shrouding the people who were still fighting bloodily under the corpse wall.

In the sky, Murong Xuexian was floating beside the Iron Immortal Taizu, and in front of the Iron Buddha's strong physique, he could only use his agile body to find a flaw in the Iron Buddha.

But every time a flaw is found, a blow is released, but it can still be easily cracked by the Iron Buddha, and the Iron Buddha's arms are cast with countless broken blades, and this protruding blade makes the Iron Buddha's arms become a pair of iron arms that specialize in Jianyue's divine fist.

Attacking easily would only allow his sword to be locked in his arms, and Murong Xuexian also suffered several iron fists because of this, and the corners of his mouth had already vomited a large patch of red.

Every punch of the Iron Buddha came happily and casually, as if he was enjoying it, anyway, although Murong Xuexian was sharp, he dodged very embarrassed.

Tiefo laughed: "How about it, gadgets, a hundred years ago, the old man, I could kill a nest of gadgets like you with one punch." ”

Murong Xuexian regretted that he had made a move too early, but now that Ding Dawu had relieved himself, he was forced into a corner, and he couldn't get back his breath at all, let alone release that move and a sword to pierce Qianyue.

Just when Murong Xuexian was struggling to deal with the enemy, a strange sound came from the Tongtian bottle.

A tiny crack slowly opened on the bottle, and soon a small spider web cracked on the bottle.

With a bang, a thin little old man pierced the Tongtian bottle and flew out of the bottle, it was Yue Daizong.

The opening of the bottle is formed by the 36 techniques of Taoism, which originates from the heaven and the earth, and naturally returns to the heaven and the earth.

The bottle slowly shattered and eventually dissipated.

The rest of the people in the bottle were also revealed, the Lord of the Four Elephants Mountain was still there, but there were all kinds of injuries on his body, and he looked embarrassed, while the thirty-six protégés were much more miserable, only five of the thirty-six protégés remained, and the remaining five were all limb insufficiency, some hands were cut off, and some of their calves were missing.

Yue Daizong was not easy, the clothes on his body were also cut to tatters, and there were still a few blood marks on his face.

Seeing Yue Daizong fly out, Ding Dawu immediately blurted out and asked, "Lao Yue, is the time?"

Yue Daizong nodded slowly.

Ding Dawu swung a punch hatefully, and knocked Murong Xuexian away with one punch.

At this time, Li Wenfeng, one of the masters of the Four Elephant Mountains, said to the Heavenly Dou True Monarch: "Qiyu True Monarch, eight of the nine elders of the Martial Masters in the Tongtian Bottle are puppets, and they have all been abolished by us, and only this Yue Dai Sect remains. ”

Ding Dawu dodged, grabbed Li Wenfeng's neck, lost his temper, and scolded: "Let your mother's fart, they are my brothers!!!

Ding Dawu, who had a strong temperament, scolded and scolded, and he was actually in tears, and tears flowed.

Just when everyone thought that Li Wenfeng was about to die at the hands of Ding Dawu, a person stopped him.

This is not Tiandou Zhenjun, nor Murong Xuexian, nor is it the other mountain masters of Sixiang Mountain, nor anyone from the Taoist family.

This is a person that no one can expect.

He is Yue Daizong, one of the ten elders of the sorcerer.

Yue Daizong held his hand in front of Ding Dawu, and sighed: "Alas, forget it, Lao Ding, if you kill him now, it will be the last entrustment of those eight brothers!"

Ding Dawu threw it to Lin Wenfeng and retreated, looking gloomy.

Tiandou Zhenjun spoke at this time: "I see, I was originally very strange, how did you who have not entered the Dao survive to this day, avoid heavenly punishment, and still be able to keep a good cultivation, now I understand." Magicians, sure enough, everyone is not simple!"

Yue Daizong's wrinkled face showed a domineering aura, and his little eyes flashed with heavenly killing intent: "Little Zhangjiao, I lost eight hundred years of my brother today, it's best for you to pick and pick when you speak." ”

Tiandou Zhenjun said quietly: "The cultivation of the two seniors is indeed shocking, but no matter how advanced the cultivation is, if you can't kill someone, it doesn't seem to be a threat. ”

Yue Daizong said: "Even if you can't kill people, it's okay to leave some stumps and broken arms to feed me these phantom beasts." For example, your four Sixiang Mountain Masters should have a good trim and a good trim. ”

Hearing this, the four mountain masters immediately retreated more than ten zhang, and they really saw the horror of this little old man in the Tongtian bottle.

At the beginning, they fought for the lives of the three protégés of the magicians, and killed the five elders of the magicians, thinking that the five elders of the magicians were in vain, and they felt a lot more relaxed for a while, but after easily killing the eight masters, they found that they were only eight puppets.

And the last old Yue Daizong, after seeing the eight puppets dissipate in front of his eyes, he was crazy for a while, and took the lives of dozens of sorcerers' protégés in a few moves.

It was then that they learned that they had imprisoned a real wolf in a Babel bottle with them.