The formation shows real martial arts, and it has not yet taken shape.

The divine knife turned into blood and slashed into the air.

The air pillars were broken in two, the big array was broken, and everything suddenly disappeared.

"Go to the East and invite Uncle Xiaoshi!"

The seventh son fell backwards, fell heavily to the ground, and cried out.

"Senior brother, senior sister......" The young disciples of Wudang hurriedly came.

"Don't come here!" Shangguan Lingyun struggled to get up with his sword and shouted back from everyone.

"But......" They stopped in their footsteps, trying to rush up but did not dare.

"The old devil is fierce! Only the little uncle and ancestor in Wudang Mountain can subdue this demon, why don't you go to the little uncle and ancestor quickly, and when?" Xie Baoshu saw that they were still hesitating, and shouted angrily, "As a senior brother of Wudang, I order you to leave quickly!"

"Yes!" The Wudang disciples couldn't bear it, but the senior brother had an order, so they could only scatter.

"Catch them!" the white-clad demon boy laughed.

"Yes, obey!" the faces of the blood-clothed men gradually distorted, changing their previous appearance of fleeing in embarrassment, and fiercely counterattacked.

"Don't think!" Seeing this, the seven sons of Wudang stood up as a human wall to block the front.

The seven sons were one, the palms were together, and the true qi was transmitted layer by layer, and finally all of them were entered into the head of Xie Baoshu.

A chaotic aura suddenly soared, as if the heavens and the earth had not been opened, and it was natural.

Heaven and earth are the same!

Then he came out of his hands!

Boom, boom, boom......

Every time the palm is struck, the void is shaken, and the palm pattern contains the shape of the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, one palm, one palm, and another palm......

The palms are superimposed, the breath is infinitely high, and finally it becomes a mixed trend, heaven and earth are combined, and they are fiercely suppressed.

Before many blood-clothed people approached, they were suddenly shocked and flew out, and from time to time someone fell off the cliff, and there were no bones left, and the momentum of the pursuit was suddenly blocked.

The palm of the hand laid down a wall of invisible qi, which could not be shaken.

"Good hand!" the white-haired demon boy exclaimed, and then changed his words, "but it's not enough!"

This time he raised his two hands and waved them slightly.

The two Blood Transformation Divine Knives crossed and slashed, and the blood rainbow broke through the air, more than ten zhang in length and width, and it was incomparable.

With just one blow, the qi wall was instantly shattered.

The remaining momentum is not exhausted, and it is even more slashed towards the seventh son.

Xuanwu suppresses demons!

The formation changed again, the seven sons changed positions, Wu Chaoran stood up, his hands made a sky-supporting shape, and the true qi of the seven sons immediately crossed into the body as soon as possible.

Kiss!

Formless qi emerged from the void and condensed into substance, like an iron wall, tightly protecting the surroundings.

Bang bang!

The sword slashed at it, shocking and scattering.

The bodies of the seven people shook, and they barely stopped it.

"Gang Qi Protector is interesting!" the white-haired demon boy monster laughed, "In that case, try this trick again!"

The blood is raging!

With a move from afar, his blood was full of evil, surging up like a tide, rising to the highest place, and suddenly falling back.

"Hold!" The seven sons worked together to continuously cross the true qi into the transcendent body of the army, and laid down a heavy amount of qi, becoming a momentum of Xuanwu and standing up for the sky.

The magic power was monstrous, and the blood waves were slapped down one by one, drowning in.

The seventh son barely resisted, and even felt that the blood demon's true qi had an invisible evil power, which was eroded through the contact of the true qi, and his mood was ups and downs, and the illusion was reborn.

They resist to the death, and keep the line of clarity in their hearts.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you!" At this time, the white-haired demon boy slowly sat up cross-legged, only pressed by the blood tide.

"What do you want to do?" Xie Baoshu said in a deep voice, not relaxed, but even more unpleasant.

"The original Seven Demons have been beaten into ruins by you! If you are killed, the new Wudang in the future cannot be without the Seven Sons of Wudang, right?" the white-haired demon boy smiled strangely.

"Don't you think!" roared the Seventh Son.

Under the Dafa of Blood Sea Rebirth, you will sink into the world, and you will never be able to transcend your life, and you will never be able to be used by me forever. The white-haired demon boy's black robe rolled, and the boundless blood curtain was under the hood.

Qizi instantly felt that his consciousness was sinking, and his eyes were bloody, drowning everything.

......

"Catch the remnants of Wudang! The ancestor has an order, no matter if he lives or dies!"

On this day, in the blessed land of Wudang, there were shouts and shouts everywhere, and the bloody atmosphere was permeated.

A figure intertwined, and the sound of swords clashing continued.

The killing atmosphere was great, destroying the purity of the Taoist mountain gate.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry, I have to ...... as soon as possible"

A robed figure scurried through the mountain path, gasping for breath.

In order to complete the entrustment of the senior brother and get to Feilai Peak safely, he deliberately did not take the avenue, but walked through the dangerous road in the mountains, in order to avoid pursuit.

Despite this, the blood-clothed people are like locusts crossing the border, everywhere, and they can't hide if they want to.

All the way to the east, soon a dangerous peak suddenly rises ahead, and it is in sight.

Seeing that the entrances of Feilai Peak were about to be held by the blood-clothed man, he was so anxious that he couldn't hide it anymore, and forcibly rushed to the pass, shouting in his mouth, "Little Uncle Ancestor, please go down the mountain......

"Look for death!" he roared, and then he saw the blood-clad men besieging from all directions.

"Help... Before the words could be spoken, the long knife slashed down on his head, and his eyes suddenly filled with despair.

"Under my flying peak, who dares to hurt my Wudang disciple?" he snorted.

Sneer......

The next moment, the young Wudang disciple's eyes suddenly widened, and he saw a faint blood mark on the eyebrows of the great enemy in front of him, penetrating his brain, and he was no longer alive!

The enemy came from all sides, and it fell like a straw.

The invisible air sword, the killing is invisible.

"I already know everything about Wudang!

The voice is faint and gone.

......

The blood is like a tide, wave after wave, wave after wave, polluting the world, everywhere you go, everything is stained with blood and a fishy smell.

The seven sons sat upright on the ground, back to back, forming a circle, guarding the surroundings, agitating the true qi to resist with difficulty, like a huge reef in the sea, suffering wave after wave of impact, but never falling.

But the frontal impact is not afraid, and the power of yin and evil is the most terrifying, formless and substantial, like maggots on tarsal bones, invading thoughts.

Their eyes were bloody, angry, jealous, hateful...... Countless negative thoughts came flooding into my mind.

They keep the line of clarity, insist on it, and refuse to let evil thoughts corrode.

"Surrender! No one can resist the Blood Sea Transformation Dafa, the more you resist, the deeper you will fall in the end, and the more miserable your end will be. After all, you are all my most capable men. I don't want to vent my enmity with you Wudang on you juniors!" The white-haired demon boy smiled darkly, and the magic sound shook the mind of the seventh son.

"Don't you think about it!, Uncle Ancestor, I won't let you go!" Xie Baoshu sighed, clenching his teeth.

"Uncle Wudang, there are indeed some means! But although he is old and young, even if he has been practicing since his mother's womb, how much cultivation can he have? Old Ancestor, I have a hundred years of skill, what are I afraid of? I am afraid, this kid does not dare to come!" The demon boy monster screamed, quite disdainful.

"Really?" he chuckled abruptly and said lightly, "I'm here!"

Whoosh ......

The sound of breaking through the sky quickly, far away in the east, a lone peak is independent, straight into the sky.

On the top of the mountain, strands of silk threads fell down, through the floating clouds, one by one, and fell.

A green cloud, a step, a majestic ladder, extending down from the top of Feilai Peak

A robe fluttered down from above, the wind was fierce, the body was fluttering, step by step, step by step, step on the clouds, and down to the world.

"It's ......"

The eyes of the seven sons reflected the scene of the cyclamen in the dust, and they were convinced and worshiped deeply.

"Welcome the little uncle down the mountain!"