However, looking at the excitement, most of the cultivation is below the scattered fairyland, such as Xiaoyue Zen Master, Yin and Yang Suo, Kunlun Four Friends, Songshan Erlao, Luofu Seven Immortals and other real heavyweight masters of both good and evil sides are in the rear, leading and commanding while always paying attention to the battle situation in the field.

Depending on the critical situation, experts from different realms were sent to join the reinforcements, and the scale of the melee became larger and larger by the tactics of the good and evil sides, and from time to time the monks of the good and evil sides fell, and the corpses were on the spot, but on the whole, the casualties of the evil monks were far greater than those of the righteous monks.

Han Cheng hurriedly swept his mind on the battlefield, but did not find the figures and breath of Shi Yuzhu and Wudang Four Swords, his heart was a little calm, and he was about to return to Wudang with the situation, when a golden sword light like a match shot towards him.

After seeing the person attacking him, Han Cheng frowned slightly, and casually slashed out a three-yang divine thunder, which slammed into the golden sword light as quickly as fire.

As a brilliant essence flashed away, an earth-shattering sound immediately erupted, and the powerful power directly blasted the golden sword light upside down, and the light dimmed.

When Qi Jincian took back the Mandarin Duck Thunderbolt Sword, which had lost part of his spirituality, he was so distressed that he was about to drip blood, and he couldn't help but scold: "Bastard, master, I fought with you!"

With that, the mana of the whole body was frantically injected into the sword body, and the light of the Mandarin Duck Thunderbolt Sword was once again great, turning into a golden streamer several zhang long, and struck Han Cheng like lightning.

"Shame on the face!"

A cold light flashed in Han Cheng's eyes, and with a flick of the tip of his right finger, the Tianshu Sword immediately flew out from the sachet in his waist, and with the momentum of moving forward and cutting everything, it hit the Mandarin Duck Thunderbolt Sword fiercely.

With the sound of a piercing sword strike, a crack faintly appeared on the sword body of the Mandarin Duck Thunderbolt Sword.

Pulled by the qi machine, Qi Jincicada squirted blood "wow".

Tianshu's sword light is as cold as a knife, dazzling and dazzling, under the blessing of Han Cheng's strong mana, it is even more domineering, extremely powerful, after a successful blow, he once again took advantage of the victory to chase and slash down!

"Ding!Ding!Ding......"

Qi Jin Cicada commanded the Mandarin Duck Thunderbolt Sword, and every time he resisted, the cracks on the sword's body increased by one point, and the internal injuries on his body also increased by one point.

In the face of Han Cheng's domineering and fierce attack, seeing that the sword was about to be destroyed, at the critical moment, another golden sword light joined in and blocked a blow for his flying sword. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qi Jincian quickly withdrew the Mandarin Duck Thunderbolt Sword.

After the blow, Han Cheng also noticed that the person who came was cultivating well, and the offensive slowed down a little.

"Han Cheng, you are a disciple of the Xuanmen in vain, and you actually help the Xuanmen to do evil!"

It turned out that the person who helped Qi Jincian was his sister Qi Lingyun.

Han Cheng said lightly: "Han Mou came just to find someone, he had no intention of fighting, he didn't measure himself, he had to find death, who was to blame?"

Qi Lingyun said: "That's not a reason for you to help the evil!"

"Senior sister, don't talk nonsense with him, this kind of scum of the Xuanmen Sect will be punished by everyone. ”

At this time, the laughing monk came over, and without saying a word, he sacrificed his invisible sword, and shouted softly, "Hurry!" Then a qualitative invisible sword light quickly attacked Han Cheng.

"It's really worthy of the consistent style of the Emei faction, domineering and arrogant enough!"

Han Cheng sneered, under the eyes of the Wisdom Method, he accurately touched the trajectory of the invisible sword, he commanded the Tianshu Sword, and sprayed several mouthfuls of Five Elements True Qi towards it, the sword body trembled, and a shocking dragon roar erupted, and a sword flew up with the momentum of opening mountains and splitting the sea, and the sparks shot in all directions, like meteors colliding.

In the blink of an eye, the invisible sword of the laughing monk was split several gaps by the domineering and incomparable Tianshu sword light, and his spirituality was greatly lost.

"Come and don't be rude, the little bald donkey will also take my move!"

After recalling the Tianshu Sword back into his hand, Han Cheng laughed, surging mana surged, and instantly split out thirty-six swords, thirty-six sword qi rotated and overlapped in mid-air, quickly forming a huge sword gang dozens of zhang long, exuding dazzling multicolored light, sandwiched by the heaven-shattering sword roar, like opening the sky and splitting the earth, and suddenly slashed towards the laughing monk.

In the lock of the sword momentum, the laughing monk suddenly felt a trace of palpitations, the Yuan Shen couldn't help but tremble, and a sense of fear suddenly hit his heart.

What's even more terrifying is that the air flow within dozens of zhang around him drained rapidly at the moment when the five-colored giant sword was formed, and converged towards Jian Gang, as if it had been evacuated all of a sudden, forming a specific spatial aura, and there was a strong pressure on all sides, locking him firmly in place, and it was a little difficult to control the invisible sword to escape the edge for a while.

For the first time since his reincarnation, he felt that death was so close to him, and a trace of horror flashed across his round fat face.

This fierce and domineering blow quickly attracted the attention of the others around him, and the weaker cultivators were directly frightened into a cold sweat, and secretly said that if this sword slashed at him, he would probably die.

"Laughing nephew, get out of the way!"

At this moment, a huge force pushed the laughing monk Ping hundreds of zhang away, and then a short and thin Taoist wearing a golden crown with a bundle of hair and a navy blue Taoist robe appeared, he was barefoot and wore a pair of bast shoes, less than five feet tall, with a face like cinnabar, a pointed beak and a concave nose, rabbit ears and eagle gills, and a pair of slender eyes that were squinted, which was one of the two elders of Songshan.

This person is a real grandmaster-level figure in the Shushan world, and he is also one of the gold medal fighters of the Emei faction, and he has appeared a lot in the original book, because he has been hugging Emei's thighs, so he has hardly suffered any losses, and he also borrowed the name of the Qingcheng faction created by Li Jingxu, a real person of bliss, and opened another sect in the Golden Whip Cliff of Qingcheng Mountain, which is what the world calls the post-Qingcheng faction.

With his appearance, a powerful momentum erupted violently, spreading rapidly to all sides, and in the blink of an eye, it filled the entire battlefield within a radius of dozens of miles, enveloping everyone in it. That terrifying momentum made the expressions of the cult monks in the melee change greatly, and the Emei disciples were all in high spirits and morale.

Facing the five-colored sword gang that flew in, Zhu Mei did not panic, rubbed her hands together, and the sky was bright, and the golden light flashed. Followed by dozens of hundreds of golden light thunder fire from the sky, four or five sides hit the five-color sword gang, the sound of the thunderbolt shook the mountain, in a dense explosion, the five-color sword gang was split into several sections in the blink of an eye, countless streamers flew all over the sky, and the earth-shattering loud sound swept all the power, sweeping the four fields.

For a while, the vicissitudes of life within a radius of hundreds of zhang were full of vicissitudes, and the aftermath of the exchange of divine thunder and sword gang directly blasted out some of the righteous and evil monks below the Purple Mansion Realm around them.

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PS: Yesterday, I spent hours hard to write most of the chapter, because of a sudden accident, it was gone all of a sudden, and the swordsman's heart suddenly 10,000 draft horses collapsed, and people who have not experienced that kind of mood can't understand it, and there are readers who say cool things, to be honest, the author Jun is very cold. (I still suffer from a severe cold these days, and I can't sleep at night with fever and headache, so I grit my teeth and write)