The huge lightsaber slashed down, its speed was not very fast, but it carried an unstoppable momentum that had nowhere to dodge. The locked shuttle lit up with a huge black-and-white Taiji diagram. The Taiji diagram slowly rotated, pulling away and grinding the aura that made up the giant lightsaber, but this method did not seem to be able to completely stop the giant lightsaber from falling. So Meng Tongchen saw that the hatch of the cloud shuttle was opened, and hundreds of rays of light swarmed out.

Seeing a clear and clear light like glass leaving the Cloud Piercing Shuttle, which was about to be split in two, Meng Tongchen didn't have the heart to see the ending of this rather valuable flying magic weapon. Start running and prepare for landing.

But then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a bolt of light. A senior brother in the middle of Nazhen sacrificed a small white bone shield, but even the human magic weapon was pierced by a light arrow, which was not much more difficult than piercing a piece of paper.

Meng Tongchen immediately gave up his plan to run the true qi. Then I saw a bolt of light sweeping like rain, and the monk who had set up the light and rushed to the front was swept away.

The corners of Meng Tongchen's eyes jumped, and he saw that in the sea of light in the upper room of Starstream City, another point of light rose, and it was another rain of light arrows.

While the light arrow was still brewing, Meng Tongchen used his true qi with all his might, and he escaped with the light and locked his own breath. Meng Tongchen didn't dare to let go of the speed, and while suppressing the speed fall, he opened the induction with all his might, beware of the attack of the second wave of light arrows.

The second wave of light shot out with a bang, but it went straight up, straight for the last ship through the clouds. And on the bow of the cloud-piercing shuttle, the withered and thin commander under the Blue Ghost Gate was standing there. He raised his left hand, and the wind blowing his sleeves flew high, revealing the thick arms that were very different from his thin body.

"Hey. His left hand slammed into the Starstream City below, and countless green rays erupted from his left arm, converging into a giant cyan claw at the bow of the Cloud Piercing Shuttle, and then slammed downward.

The cyan giant claw changed its handprints in the air, and after seven changes in a row, it just met the arrow of light.

The sky is full of light arrows, and it is all clawed by it. Immediately after that, the speed of the giant claw did not decrease, and it crashed into the sea of light.

This collision made even Starstream City seem to shake violently.

The vast sea of light suddenly dimmed. The wreath of the wreck, who wore the bow of the shuttle, blew open the sleeve of his left arm, revealing the arm that had recovered from withering inside.

The blow was a means for the handsome green ghost to stay on him.

"Everyone obeys the order, those who disobey the Holy Sect will be killed!" an eerie and terrifying voice swept across the sky and the ground. After the monks of the Netherworld, who had been taken by surprise, had once again gone through the initial confusion and fear, a sense of annoyance and anger came to their hearts.

"No!" hundreds of monks responded violently, and with all kinds of spells and spells, they smashed down towards Starstream City.

"Don't give up, come out and die!" The crimson figure flew to Starstream City first. Luo Shenshang seemed to have used some secret method to make the voice reverberate throughout Starstream City.

"It's rare for you to escape from the spirit, don't you plan to scatter?" An indifferent voice sounded, and at the same time, a brilliant sword light pierced the sky.

When Luo Shenshang saw this sword, his expression suddenly became solemn. He raised his hand a little, and a meteor-like sword light immediately greeted him.

When the two swords were about to fight, Luo Shenshang swiped his fingers, and saw the sword light suddenly explode, turning into thousands of rain threads, twisting up.

The sword light on the opposite side also bloomed, and pieces of sword light fell like flying feathers.

As soon as the pieces of sword feathers appeared, Luo Shenshang's face suddenly changed. The flying sword screamed, and the rain in the sky immediately dissipated, leaving only the flying sword body to fly back to Luo Shenshang's side.

"This isn't your feathered sword intent. He gritted his teeth and spat out the words.

"This is the Feather Sword Intent. Zhang Buqi's voice was still indifferent, "Leaving the world and being independent, feathering and ascending to immortality." The fairy sword is here, where does the sword exist?"

"Master Zhang's sword intent is indeed extraordinary. But if you want to call yourself a fairy sword, you have to ask me if I agree. In the echo of the clear voice, a majestic figure dressed in a dark imperial robe, wearing a flat sky crown, and covered with a bead curtain came across the air, and a punch slammed into the sky in front of him.

A punch fell, the sword feathers in the sky shattered into three percent, and many cracks appeared on the fist of the towering emperor, and the bead curtain on his face was swept open by the impact airflow, revealing one of the blurred faces that could not see the facial features.

"The small skill of carving insects, also blocking the power of the gods?" Zhang Buqi's voice still did not fluctuate, and the sword feathers in the sky suddenly converged, turning into a huge wing that covered the sky and the sun. With a wave of wings, the aura within a radius of several miles suddenly became chaotic, and all kinds of spells would shatter and dissipate within this range.

However, beside the towering emperor, the chaotic aura was quickly extinguished. It took a step forward, and threw another punch, confronting the massive wing itself.

There was another earth-shattering bang, and feathers on the huge wings flew down. However, the towering emperor crashed out, and finally couldn't maintain his body in the air, turning into a small black seal, which fell into the hands of the commander of the underworld.

"Found you. A black light broke through the sky and hit the thirty-three zhang above the Starstream Pavilion in Starstream City. Where the air quickly twisted and shattered, revealing a glorious void pavilion within it.

And Zhang Buqi was standing in front of the pavilion, his robe was scattered, and he couldn't say the fairy wind bones.

"Yama seal, light cone. You are all together, and what am I afraid of? Zhang Buqi's gaze swept over, and in the void, Yun Xingcang's figure appeared, a pitch-black true qi steaming, and he solemnly held a black short cone in his hand, as if the small short cone weighed ten thousand pounds.

The three underworld generals joined forces, and two of them held spiritual weapons, but Zhang Buqi was only a small cultivator at the peak of Nazhen twenty days ago, but he was not afraid.

The Heavenly Condensation Artistic Conception Master fought earth-shattering, and the monks on the ground had already handed it over. Meng Tongchen's first opponent was a team of Starstream City guards. The first person transported a golden axe magic weapon, the move opened and closed, the left and right two people each sacrificed a shield for protection, and the one behind the envoy flew to attack the flaw. Although the four members of this team are only at the peak of body refining, their cooperation is quite exquisite. It's a pity that in Meng Tongchen's view, it is still a lack of subtlety. The Otogi Spirit Snatcher stepped aside and struck the Golden Axe sideways, knocking it down with a single blow. Then he made a false point, deceived the shield protection, and then went straight to the middle palace, and in an instant, he slashed all four people under the sword.

As for the flying thorn that was desperate and intended to be killed together, the phantom shadow of the thunder bell beside Meng Tongchen flickered, and he easily blocked it.

Just dealt with this small team of guards, and before he had time to catch his breath, he suddenly alerted him. Meng Tongchen threw himself to the left side with all his might, and a light arrow was pierced from the original foothold. Meng Tongchen turned his head to look, but at this time, he was already close to the wall of Starstream City, and there was a row of armor guards holding bow-shaped magic weapons on the head of the city, condescendingly, shooting out a row of light arrows.

A clear glass-like light flew down to the city. Revealing the shadow of a girl. The guards at the head of the city reacted quickly, and several of them drew their swords and rushed over. The girl smiled, pressed her slender hand down, and a layer of invisible waves opened up, and those armor guards who rushed into the range of the girl's body suddenly stood on the spot one by one, and then collapsed to the ground.

The glazed soul is true, and the yellow spring is the soul light.

These armor guards have the city's head formation to cooperate, and they have powerful magic weapons in their hands, relying on the strength of the crowd, and they will not fall behind in the face of Nazhen monks. But after all, they are only forging their bodies, and their soul cultivation is at most at the beginning level, and they are very vulnerable in the face of the Huangquan Soul Light that specializes in divine souls.

Seeing this, the guards who were still far away from standing did not dare to step forward, and they all pulled out the longbows in their hands, condensing the aura and light arrows. But when he saw two rays of light, one black and one white, swept by, all the guards were killed.

"Miss, you're too adventurous. After the black and white Guanghua swept away the nearby guards, it landed beside Song Pujia. They were two monks, a man and a woman. The man was dressed in miserable white armor, with a pair of silver rings hovering up and down beside him, his face was feminine, but his voice was quite majestic;

"There is no return, but the person in charge is decisive. Song Pujia didn't respond to the words of the two guards beside her, but picked up a longbow in the hand of an armor guard and looked at it a few times.

As soon as these words came out, the black-clothed female cultivator's face didn't have any expression, but the male cultivator's face changed.

No return arrow is a method of extracting the user's life force and condensing the spiritual power light arrow. For the Netherworld Temple, this method is all over the streets, and it is not uncommon. However, it is not easy to cultivate these armor guards, but their cultivation is not enough, and letting them use them without a return is basically equivalent to directly treating these basic forces of Starstream City as a one-time consumable.

The man in charge is very bold.

When Meng Tongchen jumped onto the city, he also felt this way. No matter how rich Starstream City is, there are too many armor guards arranged around the city gate, and as far as Meng Tongchen's eyes can see, almost all the disciples of the Netherworld Hall are more than one enemy. According to a rough estimate, there were more than 1,000 guards above and below the city gates, and reinforcements from the city continued to climb the city.

If it is only a martial artist who has reached the peak of forging his body, it is not difficult to cultivate, but it is not easy to train them to be proficient in battle formation, and then equip them with good magic weapons, and finally let them not be afraid in the face of strong enemies and dare to move forward desperately.

The three armor guards on the opposite side rushed over according to the position of Sancai, and the spiritual light on their bodies flickered, faintly connected into one, which was obviously not easy to deal with.

Well, if it were an ordinary monk Nazhen, it would really give him a headache. However, Meng Tongchen only swept away the death curse with the longevity of life, and the death intent overflowed, so he naturally swept away the forbidden aura, and the screams of the three forging consummation martial artists did not come out in time, and they fell to the ground one by one, without life.

The Death Spell is known for its subtle changes, and it has a miraculous effect on high-level monks. Dealing with this kind of cultivator whose cultivation level is lower than his own, and who relies entirely on the external force of the formation, is even more directly crushed. It's much easier than the rest of the class.

However, there is also a problem with using too neat and simple means. Meng Tongchen keenly felt that two or three spiritual thoughts swept over. Although the cultivation may not be very high, these people used the formation to act, and Meng Tongchen couldn't even find out where the opponent was for a while.

A scarlet sword burst through the air, and the first Nazhen level opponent attacked.