At the moment of life and death, Hua Mu Hibiscus forgot Wei Ping, how could Wei Ping forget himself, it was the critical moment to come forward, how could he let it go?

A dodge, leaving Hua Mu Hibiscus a firm and handsome back, facing the ten-zhang sword body, the face of the guard plane is solemn, the left hand is a claw, in front of the body like a dragon swimming, the whole body true qi rotates forward, surging to the right hand, purple lightning is flying, the vitality of heaven and earth continues to pour in, a punch blasts out, a thunderbolt purple dragon galloping and roaring, the momentum is violent!

『Lei Yin Fist - Ascending Dragon Style』

"Boom—"

The thunder and lightning purple dragon, five meters long and one meter five wide, compared with the ten-zhang long Da Yang sword body, it is a small thing, and the powerful thunder and lightning attack power in the past is vulnerable and shattered in the face of the highly condensed and compressed incomparably hot and sharp rotating flames.

However, the sharp tip of the Dayang sword body was also cut off by a small section, and the momentum was blocked, the thunder sword was raised horizontally, holding the hilt of the sword in the right hand, and the tip of the sword in the left hand, the true yuan continued to pour into the sword body, the thunder was dazzling, the purple lightning danced wildly, the thicker and thicker, and the power became greater and greater!

But it's not enough!

The true yuan in the early stage of the Purple Mansion Realm, how can it compete with the true yuan of the Yuan Infant Realm?

"Bang—"

The thunder and lightning shattered, splashed away, and the body of the Da Yang sword was partially shattered, nine zhang and eight zhang, and hit the thunder sword.

The huge impact knocked Wei Ping backwards, and Hua Mujin originally wanted to reach out to block it, but the speed was too fast, and he only reached halfway through, and he crashed into her arms, but he didn't expect the first intimate contact to happen like this!

"Poof—"

Wei Ping sprayed a mouthful of blood on the Thunder Sword, and he didn't care about the faint gold in the blood.

"Poof—"

A mouthful of blood sprayed on Wei Ping's shoulder, unable to hold on any longer, and passed out, resting his head on his back.

Wei Ping didn't have the slightest ripple in his heart, feeling that Hua Mu Hibiscus was spitting blood, he was extremely angry, angry at his inability to protect her, and opened his mouth and shouted angrily:

"Ahh

The soul was shocked, and Xiao Pixiu in the Divine Mansion of the Mud Pill Palace was awakened, and the ancestral aperture disappeared in a flash, killing Luan Xiangtian.

At this time, Luan Xiangtian was in a ball, wrapped in a raging fireball. Facing the arc of the sword that was like a goddess scattering flowers, he made a finger sword with his right hand, and suddenly pointed at the Feihong Sword, and a line of fire as straight as a sword shot straight away, resisting its momentum, the sword qi was eliminated, and the tip of the finger sword struck on the side, knocking it to the bottom of the lake.

Before the other dozens of spirit swords touched the body, their bodies quickly formed a ball, and the flames of their whole bodies rolled into balls, ready to be injured and resist!

At this time, in the face of the Falling Sky Sword that suddenly appeared in front of him, his brows as straight as the sword frowned deeply, what kind of ghost swordsmanship? The speed is so fast!!

Raising his arm to block the center of his eyebrows, the flames continued to condense into layers of armor, and the Falling Sky Sword was broken layer by layer, and finally inserted into the flesh, "ding-", and the tip of the broken sword hit the metal-like bone.

I was actually injured.

The blood in Luan Xiangtian's body became agitated, his eyes were slightly red, he began to get excited, stretched out his tongue to lick the blood on his arm, and stared at the Falling Sky Sword that stabbed again, he hit it with his bare hands, and every punch was a pillar of fire.

On the other side, the two of them were hit by the sword body of Da Yang and flew backwards, and the impact was so huge that although Hua Mu Hibiscus was unconscious, his body did not fall to the surface of the lake.

The true yuan in Wei Ping's body has been depleted, even if he knows that the true qi is detrimental to the Thunder Killing Sword, but at this moment, he can't take care of it, fortunately, the Thunder Yin Technique and the Thunder Killing Sword are both thunder attributes, and they will not cancel each other out after being attached to them.

Time flows exceptionally slowly.

After a long time, the Thunder Sword was scorched hot by the flames swirling in the Great Yang Sword Body, even if his hands were wrapped in True Qi, they were also slowly burned red, and the smell of meat slowly emanated, smelling the smell of meat, Wei Ping felt a little hungry.

Eight zhang, seven zhang, six zhang, with the consumption of the true yuan, the body of the Da Yang sword continued to become shorter, and the thunder sword became red, as if it had just been taken out of the furnace, the palms of both hands had become charred, the flesh and blood were glued together with the sword body, and white bones were already visible at the knuckles of the sword blade, but he didn't dare to let go, his hands could only hold on to death, his arms were stubbornly supported, and the hibiscus was behind him.

"Whew—"

A very slight voice sounded, and the swordsmith who created the Thunder Sword must have never thought that the heaven-level high-grade magic weapon-level flying sword would one day bend and be overwhelmed.

"If this continues, the Thunder Sword will break, what should I do?"

"What should I do?"

"Damn, why didn't I buy a few Shrink Talismans?!"

Wei Pingxing's eyes widened angrily, he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, he had thought about all kinds of possibilities, it seemed that there was only one way to die, no, no, no, it was not easy to meet Hua Mu Hibiscus, how could he die?

"Ahh

Wei Ping suddenly roared, his left hand tore the flesh and blood, his backhand hugged Hua Mu Hibiscus, twisted, and the tip of the Thunder Sword hit his left chest under the huge impact, and with a click, the sound of rib breaking on the side of his chest sounded.

"Poof—"

Blood spurted from his mouth, and with the help of the force of the blow on his left chest, his body rotated and moved sideways, and he could pass by the Da Yang sword body that still had five zhang left.

The true yuan was exhausted, and the sword could no longer be used, and the two fell straight to the lake.

Eyes shifted to another battlefield.

Luan Xiangtian, as a Confucian Qi Refiner, fought with the Falling Sky Sword who was once a half-immortal soldier while using the Qi Imperial Sword, and had to be said to be a cultivator with all-round development of "morality, intellect and body".

Wei Ping clenched the Thunder Sword, facing the Great Yang Sword flying like a rocket, he felt powerless for the first time, and despair was breeding in his heart, this sword seemed to be unable to escape no matter what!

"Live, you have to live!!"

"I can't be her hero in my previous life, and I can't miss it again in this life!!"

The Great Yang Sword was quickly pulled in, the heat wave came to his face, Wei Ping held the Thunder Killing Sword, the thunder light was like a dragon, constantly accumulating momentum, and when he was about to split the sword, a tornado fell from the sky, inserted between the Great Yang Sword and the Thunder Killing Sword, and an old man with a tall skeleton appeared.

I saw that his green shirt was torn in many places, and there was a long sword wound on his back, obviously he had experienced a big battle before he came, and with a wave of his hand, a tornado like a tornado burst out of his cuffs, and the tornado head was a flying sword that rotated rapidly!

"Ding—"

The tornado collided with the swirling flames, and the Blue Dome Sword collided with the Great Yang Sword, and the result was that the Blue Dome Sword, which had just come out of its sleeve, won a complete victory, and it flew back with the hard pressure of the Great Yang Sword.

Luan Xiangtian stretched out his hand to hold the Great Yang Sword, and the Falling Sky Sword flew back to Wei Ping's feet.

"Boy, send my precious granddaughter back to the courtyard, let her live and recuperate, and leave it to the old man here!" Hua Yetian's eyes were angry, staring at Luan Xiangtian, but his tone was gentle, and he commanded Wei Ping behind him.

Wei Ping bowed, looked at the shocking sword marks, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, grandpa!

Edgeworth flew towards the mountainside, a heroic voice behind him.

"Hahaha, Senior Ye Tian, it's just in time! Xiang Tian is now full of fighting spirit, just to ask you for advice. ”

"Four boys, dare to bully my precious granddaughter, look for a beating!"