After breaking the Golden Buddha of the Protective Body, a group of people rushed towards Deng Jiukun's golden body, their expressions full of greed.

The bearded man suddenly sneered, and with a pinch of his fingers, the previous demons swirled in mid-air and rushed towards the nearest few people.

The attention of those people was all on Deng Jiukun, who would have expected that he would be attacked, their faces changed greatly, and they were caught off guard, and they were pounced on by the demon shadow, and the demonic qi was steaming, and a series of terrible screams were released, and in an instant, they were sucked dry and fell to the ground as a dried corpse.

The demon shadow was nourished by the essence of these people, and it became more and more condensed, it turned out to be just a huge head, and the lower part was an ethereal tail-like mist, but now it faintly gave birth to limbs, and the blood in its eyes was blazing, and it automatically rushed to the others nearby.

The black-faced Taoist also looked cold at the moment, and he took a sharp breath, his chest seemed to collapse, and the next moment it swelled again, like a bulging pocket, and a cloud of gray mist spewed out of his mouth, brushing towards a few people in front of him.

As soon as those people were touched by the gray mist, they let out a seeping scream, and their bodies were melted in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into pools of fishy blood.

On the other side, the tall man with peculiar blue lines on his face pointed forward, the demonic energy boiled like water, and hundreds of thousands of rays of light bloomed on his fingertips, like thousands of arrows in unison, covering a large area in front of him, seven or eight people couldn't dodge, and in an instant, they were stabbed by the brilliance and lost their lives.

A big scuffle broke out here in an instant, and there was only one relic in Deng Jiukun's body, except for himself, everyone was a competitor, so naturally there was no reason to be soft-hearted.

The demonic spirit rushed into the sky, blowing away the clouds, and the spiritual power was staggered across the sky, and a piece of magic weapons of different shapes were sacrificed, colliding in mid-air, releasing power.

There was a big explosion at the place where he fell, and the light continued to explode, and the void faintly covered with a layer of ripples visible to the naked eye, and from time to time there were screams, and those who did not cultivate were injured one after another.

Many people were blown apart and died by the aftermath of the other people's fight before they could react in this melee.

There was a bloody breath in the air, and the cruelty of the path of seeking the path was fully revealed at this moment.

The avenue is ruthless, and the sky can learn from it. The opportunity for enlightenment is ahead, how can there be a reason to retreat, knowing that there is a danger of falling into the realm, but also to fight for your life.

The road of cultivation, you fight for me, if you can't go back, you can only bury bones and barren graves.

This is a road destined to be stained with blood, nothing more than life and death.

The battle here became more and more intense, and the light was shining in the air, and while the battle was fighting, everyone was rushing towards Deng Jiukun's golden body at the fastest speed, and the bearded strong man was the first to rush to the front, and his face suddenly showed a touch of joy.

At this moment, a blood-colored sword light suddenly appeared in the distance, and it disappeared in a flash, and in the blink of an eye, it crossed a distance of tens or hundreds of meters, and went straight to a group of people, and no one could stop it wherever it passed.

The sword light folded in mid-air, and in an instant, he came to the side of the bearded man, and the latter's face changed, and as soon as his mind moved, a demon shadow roared towards the sword light.

The sword light did not dodge or dodge, and in an instant, hundreds of sword qi burst out, shattering the demon shadow, and suddenly folded, a blood light flashed, and the bearded strong man let out a miserable cry in his mouth, and involuntarily took three steps back, and one arm was already cut off.

At this time, the blood dissipated, revealing the true face of the person who made the sword, and it was actually a young man who looked to be in his twenties, dressed in white, even his shoes and socks were pure white, not stained with fine dust, with a jasper flute pinned to his waist and a piece of fluorescent green jade pendant hanging from his waist.

The man's sword eyebrows are starry, the bridge of his nose is high, his figure is tall, and there seems to be a trace of sadness between his eyebrows and eyes, but the most eye-catching thing is his long hair, which is half black and half white, which hangs down on his shoulders at will.

The man held a crimson long sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the ground, a pair of dark eyes were as deep as a black hole, staring at the group of people in front of him expressionlessly, and happened to block Deng Jiukun's golden body behind him, the intention was very obvious.

The faces of the group of people changed slightly, and they felt an inexplicable sense of oppression on the young man in front of them, staring at him with solemn expressions.

The bearded strong man cast a trick to reluctantly connect his broken arm, his face was a little pale, and his expression was ugly: "Who is Your Excellency?"

The young man glanced at him lightly, looked around, and said calmly, "Li Jianxin." ”

As soon as these words came out, many people's expressions suddenly changed greatly, and one person said in disbelief: "Could it be that Shu Mountain outcast, Li Jianxin?!"

Li Jianxin, the first disciple of the Shushan faction for a hundred years.

At the age of six, he learned the sword, and at the age of eight, he could use the peachwood sword to defeat the same brother, and when he was ten years old, the sword peak of Shushan suddenly roared with ten thousand swords, and the brilliance was magnificent, and the disappearance was amazing.

The "Rainbow Sword", one of the ten swords, automatically chose the master, flew down from the peak, fell into his hands, and became his sword, alarming the whole sect.

Because of this, Li Jianxin was accepted as a personal disciple by the head of Shushan, and devoted himself to teaching the mastery, and cultivated him as the future heir of Shushan.

Li Jianxin also lived up to everyone's high expectations, showing excellent kendo, and at the age of eighteen, he defeated his peers in the sect, and even some elders were not his opponents.

It's just that when he was twenty years old, he didn't know why, he went out of the mountain gate in a rage, and since then he has claimed to be an outcast of Shushan, and the trace is difficult to find, which caused an uproar at the time.

I didn't expect to be here today.

Obviously, many people present have heard of his name, their faces are full of solemnity, and they dare not underestimate it at all, at this time, it has been four years since Li Jianxin rebelled out of Shushan, who knows what kind of situation his swordsmanship has reached now?

Li Jianxin glanced at everyone and said lightly: "I want to use this relic for a purpose, you better retreat." ”

He paused for a moment, and then said: "If anyone is unwilling, they can make a move, and I will take it together!"

Although everyone was afraid of his reputation, they were extremely unwilling to give up the relics that were about to be in their hands like this, and someone shouted at the moment: "Li Jianxin, although you are powerful, I am afraid that you will not be able to defeat all of us joining forces, so it is better to retreat quickly!"

Li Jianxin was silent, his expression was flat, as if he hadn't heard the man's shout.

Everyone looked at each other, knowing that if they fought alone, no one would be Li Jianxin's opponent, but there were no less than thirty people on their side, and if they joined forces, they might not have no chance.

After a moment of silence, everyone launched an attack almost at the same time, the demonic light soared into the sky, the spiritual power boiled, one by one magic weapons emitted treasure light, and the air emitted bursts of unbearable explosions!

Everyone joined forces to strike, and they all attacked Li Jianxin!

Li Jianxin stood still, and in the face of everyone's attack like a mountain and a sea, he suddenly raised his sword and pointed forward.

The crimson light on the rainbow sword was great, like a burning flame, emitting bursts of sword roars, and in an instant, hundreds of sword shadows were divided, and half of the sky was dyed bright red, as if the heavenly fire had descended into the world.

In the next moment, the infinite crimson sword shadow burst out, falling in a swoop, like a meteor outside the sky, where it passed, it was devastated, the magic weapon was shattered, and the spiritual power was scattered!

There seemed to be a red sword rain in the sky, and the momentum was like a shock, and everyone was broken in an instant with a joint blow!