The sky is dark, the sword light is glazed, and the coercion covers the top!

The dense sword qi filled the entire sky, enveloping the entire Tongtian Peak!

The power of the sword is getting stronger and stronger, and under this beautiful spectacle, there is endless killing and coldness!

Cang Song's face became more and more pale, his body trembled more violently, and he said miserably: "The power of the sword formation is too great, it is not something we can match, hurry up!"

Ten thousand people's faces changed for a while, and they looked at the sky with unwillingness, and said angrily: "Go!"

However, in such a moment's hesitation, it was too late!

Dao Xuan's eyes were cold, he stared down coldly, the spell in his mouth groaned softly, the ancient sword of the Immortal Sect in his right hand swung abruptly, and his left hand pointed like a sword, slashing downward!

Shhh

On the Zhuxian Ancient Sword, the sword light was dazzling, carrying a boundless sword aura, and it burst towards the people of the Demon Sect!

The sword fell like rain, and the heavens and the earth were killed!

Countless Demon Sect monks raised their troops to resist, but the chilling sword qi seemed to be indestructible, and those who lacked cultivation were all nailed to the ground, blood splattered!

"Ahh

On Tongtian Peak, flesh and blood splashed, severed limbs flew sideways, screams were endless, and bloody wind and blood rained down, like nine hells!

It was a bloody massacre!

Countless Demon Sect monks were all mutilated corpses under the sword array, and some were even wrenched into flesh!

The four major sect masters of the Demon Sect suddenly changed color, and in an instant, they were scarred all over, especially when they were all over the place!

Without the protection of the Dao Sword, he resisted with difficulty under the Zhuxian Sword Formation!

Although the injuries of the four major sect masters seemed to be ordinary, except for the ten thousand people, the rest of the people were just some skin injuries.

After the ten thousand people avoided the sword qi in embarrassment, their minds turned, and they suddenly found that Dao Xuan's body was shaking slightly, obviously extremely difficult, and hurriedly shouted: "Everyone, the old thief of Dao Xuan is seriously injured, and he is unable to control the sword formation with all his strength, so we should attack one place together!"

As soon as the words fell, those chaotic Demon Sect monks were stunned, and then turned around and galloped towards 10,000 people, rushing towards the east!

No one stepped forward to stop them, and the gorgeous sword rain made them feel cold all over their bodies!

Along the way, the screams and cries of pain were endless, and the cold sword qi swayed in the sky one after another.

Zhang Xiaofan looked into the distance in a daze, his face turned pale, and he realized for the first time that life was so fragile.

The fallen body and the blooming blood flowers reflected deeply in his heart, shaking his faith somewhere.

His changes, Qiu Liluo was deeply in his eyes, and he was slightly relieved in his heart, and he sighed quite a while for a while.

Zhang Xiaofan is too stubborn, it is really difficult to shake his beliefs, and only the road paved with blood can promote his growth.

As soon as his mind moved, the sword rain in the sky began to weaken and slowly stopped.

Countless scattered blood flowers quietly fell, turning into a shocking slaughterhouse, shrouding Tongtian Peak in a bloody color.

The huge amount in the sky slowly dissipated, and the various colors of sword qi gradually disappeared.

Dao Xuan only felt that the Zhuxian Ancient Sword was instantly swayed by an invisible force, and wanted to continue urging, but the injury recurred, so he had to slowly fall with the water qilin.

Qiu Liluo looked at the Qingyun people who were busy, and did not step forward immediately, but waited for Dao Xuan to come over.

Seeking the truth now will only provoke evil.

It's okay to be yourself, but Zhang Xiaofan can't accept this, so he can only wait!

With the provision of countless pills, Dao Xuan's trance-like spirit improved, and his closed eyes also opened, looking at the worried people, and said with a forced smile: "I can still hold on, don't worry." ”

At this time, someone remembered to take a glimpse of the ancient sword of Zhuxian, but found that Dao Xuan's hands were empty, and there was no shadow of the ancient sword.

Dao Xuan slowly got up with Xiao Yicai's support, raised his eyes and swept around, only to see that almost half of the people in Qingyunmen were missing, and his complexion suddenly changed drastically!

"What about the casualties in the door?"

Shui Yue was silent for a moment: "Senior brother, you better take care of your injuries first......

Dao Xuan's heart was constantly sinking, and he shouted: "Say it quickly!"

Shui Yue was silent, Tian Buyi coughed up blood and glanced around, as if confirming something, and after a while, he spoke: "Dozens of elders in the sect have fallen, nearly five hundred disciples, and Senior Brother Cangsong has defected........

Every time Tian Buyi said a word, Dao Xuan's face turned pale, and his body shook even more, almost unable to support it.

Qingyunmen's proud combat power is almost exhausted!

Uncle Zeng Chang showed grief and indignation, and said in a trembling voice: "Senior brother, such a blood feud, I can't wait to revenge, but your current body..."

Dao Xuan sighed, and there was also an indescribable sadness: "I, Dao Xuan, am sorry for the ancestors of Qingyunmen!"

The entire Tongtian Peak was shrouded in a heavy atmosphere, and Zhang Xiaofan stood behind Qiu Liluo, unable to see a trace of brilliance in his eyes.

Suddenly, the sound of tiles sliding down sounded, and a gray-faced figure emerged from the ruins.

At this silent moment, this noisy sound was extremely loud, and some Qingyun disciples were even taken aback, and directly drew their long swords.

When the dust cleared, everyone was stunned, and they found out that it was Second Uncle Wang, who had been crazy for many years.

"Hey, hey, hey...."

A strange laugh came out of his mouth, and then he stumbled towards the crowd, and the cloud of dust slipped from him.

Zhang Xiaofan slowly looked up, his dim eyes rejuvenated, and he wanted to step forward, but was pulled by Qiu Liluo.

He looked at his mother in confusion, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but at this moment, Dao Xuan's voice suddenly sounded: "Zhang Xiaofan, come here!"

Zhang Xiaofan's heart was shocked, he glanced at Lin Jingyu, who was cleaning up the dust for Second Uncle Wang, and then walked over with a hard head, and said in a low voice: "Teach in charge." ”

Dao Xuan looked at him for a long time and sighed, "Are you still refusing to tell your secret?"

Zhang Xiaofan's body trembled, and when he looked back, he saw Qiu Liluo nodding at him, and the eyes of the same people around him all converged on him.

Dao Xuan sighed and said slowly: "Zhang Xiaofan, after you enter my Qingyun Gate, is there anything wrong with you?"

Zhang Xiaofan shook his head: "No, Master and Master are very good to me, but, but..."

Speaking of this, his face was extremely painful, and his sharp nails pierced into his palm: "But the disciple really has a last resort, I, I really ....."

"Say!"

Suddenly, a shocking roar sounded, like thunder, shocking the audience, Zhang Xiaofan couldn't help but take a few steps back, looking at Pukong in horror.

He is covered in blood, like a demon at the moment, and he is so angry that he seems to choose someone to devour!

This technique was learned by Qingyun's disciples, how could he, who was already cultivating the Angry Eyes Vajra, endure it?

Dao Xuan and the others also fell silent after being shocked.

There was a sudden silence all around!

Qiu Li smiled in his heart, and an invisible force swept through Second Uncle Wang, giving him a short period of spiritual sobriety!

"Ahh

The short silence was suddenly broken by a heart-rending scream!

Second Uncle Wang covered his head with both hands, his whole face turned pale for a while, his curled body trembled continuously, and suddenly pointed at Pukong with one hand, and screamed: "Ghost, ghost, ghost!"