Luo Yun could only resist the suffocating sword intent of the other party with a stormy attack.

If it weren't for that, sooner or later, his sword intent would turn into a rusty sword that was pulled by the aquatic plants and sank to the bottom of the cold water.

Now it is pointless to ask the black-clothed sword cultivator what he wants to do.

Just now, when the black-clothed sword cultivated the broken ordinary spirit sword and summoned the current sword, Luo Yun could completely feel the killing intent that couldn't be covered.

This man, at that moment, wanted to kill him with one move.

Luo Yun could even feel that the more he struggled to cast his sword, the stronger the killing intent of the black-clothed sword cultivator became.

But he could only fight.

At this time, as long as he showed timidity, even the slightest bit, he would be immediately engulfed by the opponent's powerful sword intent.

He simply closed his eyes and swung his sword only under the guidance of his divine sense.

On the First Realm Sword, the silky sword intent that had stuck countless opponents became thicker and thicker, and it was simply so pressed that the First Realm Sword couldn't lift it.

Every time Luo Yun casts a sword move, it is extremely laborious, like lifting a thousand pounds.

The black-clothed sword cultivator's eyes became brighter and brighter, with a sense of ecstasy that he was about to get his wish.

The seemingly inconspicuous spirit sword in his hand was finally placed on a realm sword at an extremely appropriate and delicate moment.

With his perception of years of sword practice, this should be the last wisp of weight that crushes the other party.

The weight of a sword is like the top of Mount Tai.

It's like pressing down on a drowning person struggling to surface.

There was a sparkle in his eyes!

At the same time, Luo Yun also opened his eyes.

The white light was scorching, not from the eyes of the black-clothed sword cultivator, but from the realm sword that should have been stagnant.

When swinging the sword, he was not just tired of coping, he was always looking for an opportunity to break the enemy, and the countless sword intent he poured into the sword was absorbed in a realm of sword, although it was silent for a while, but it flowed above the sword body, looking for the flaws and gaps in the densely entangled sword intent of the other party.

At that moment, Luo Yun seemed to feel the sword spikes dancing in the wind on the red rope ladder of the Master of Tibetan Sword Peak.

The sword intent is open, every trace is straight and straight, even if it is as thin as a pampas grass, but it dares to pierce the sky.

This thick layer of "shell" shattered because of the power from within, and at this moment, countless such sword intents on the sword of a realm broke out of the cocoon, and the brilliance was ten thousand!

The First Realm Sword finally cut off all the sword intent of the black-clothed sword cultivator, and directly faced his spirit sword, making a crisp sound of "Cangchang".

This sound was joyful and exciting, and Luo Yun felt the same way as the sword got out of trouble, so he did not stagnate, but danced the sword like the wind, and swayed it to the fullest.

He had been holding back for too long, and his sword intent was like flowing water—even like an ocean erupting out!

The black-clothed sword cultivator was naturally a little surprised and very disappointed.

His eyes were filled with fierceness, and he was about to urge the power of Xingyuan when he felt several divine senses rapidly approaching.

To be exact, he felt several divine senses reaching this way, and they were getting stronger and stronger.

Luo Yun could also feel that these divine senses had extended here, and felt the hesitation of the black-clothed sword cultivator for a moment, indicating that this person also knew that someone was running over.

He was very clear and sure that this was the twelve divine senses, this was a sect that had not damaged the number of people, and the divine consciousness of the twelve people was all released, which showed that there was not much scruples, and it was possible that it was a large sect.

And in terms of the speed of the divine sense's travel, there was a significant acceleration after a certain moment, which made Luo Yun judge that these twelve people also discovered their existence and accelerated without hesitation.

This shows that this sect may be extremely confident in its own strength.

Luo Yun was not afraid in his heart, but there was some trouble, he originally wanted to retreat with Li Yi's whole body, but he didn't expect that the strength of this mysterious black-clothed sword cultivator was so profound, and he had been hindering himself here.

Moreover, he could feel that although the black-clothed sword cultivator had made a killing move, he had not done his best.

It's weird.

Luo Yun no longer paid attention to the other group of opponents who might come in an instant, and said in a deep voice: "If it doesn't work, withdraw from Cangyuan." ”

This sentence was said to Li Yi.

As soon as the words fell, he concentrated on attacking the black-clothed sword cultivator again.

The black-clothed sword cultivator swept with a sword, and it was crashing into a realm sword, and under the shock, his body was actually a few feet away, and after a few vertical jumps, he disappeared!

Luo Yun didn't have time to be strange or confused.

He rushed to Li Yi, dragged him directly on the sword, urged the power of Xingyuan, and rushed away the way he came!

Within a few breaths of the black-clothed sword cultivator and Luo Yun leaving, the twelve monks came to the place where they had been fighting.

They were dressed in azure sun and moon robes, with purple jade belts tied around their waists, and they all looked proud, and the leader was a monk with deep eyes and blue stubble, and the expression on his face was quite cynical.

"Tsk. Run fast. ”

"Don't you run and wait to be beaten out of the wilderness?" Bai Heming said.

The monk who took the lead was none other than Senior Brother Ji Yaolang.

It was because he had suffered the loss of Xingtianye last time, and every time he was found to be far away, he paid special attention to it this time.

As soon as he entered Cangyuan, he saw that Xing Tianye was about to use the trick of "wetting his clothes and wanting to wet plum blossom snow", so he led the crowd to withdraw in advance.

Don't look at their leisurely attitude, in fact, they have just driven the monks of the Beast Control Gate out of the Cangyuan.

The monks of the Beast Control Sect belong to the most disadvantaged sect in this sect competition, and originally the most powerful method of their sect is to swim in the water that makes the heavens and the earth fly in the world, and use it for their own use.

On the plain, not to mention birds and animals, not even grass grows.

Who do they want to go?

The most unfortunate thing is that they originally planned to act separately, but before they could disperse, they were wiped out by the monks of Xuantian Sect, and none of them were left behind.

The Beast Control Gate was not the opponent of Xuantian Sect, Ji Yaolang and the others were very unhappy, and when they were looking aimlessly, they suddenly sensed the vibration here.

Zhong Zan frowned and said, "At that time, I found three people. Don't underestimate them, they can immediately stop fighting and flee quickly, this kind of adaptability is very good. ”

Ji Yaolang walked around for a while, looking more and more excited.

"The remaining sword intent of these two men—" he said, "is very good, very good. ”

Tong Wuwu said: "Are we still chasing?"

Bai Heming said: "If you are chasing, you shouldn't have stopped just now." Now all three of them are gone. ”

As soon as the words fell, the fourth senior brother Sima Tai said: "I said don't underestimate it." Even if we don't stop just now, we may not be able to catch up. ”

Zhong Zan frowned and said: "If it is alone, it is fine, I am afraid that the monks of the two sects happen to meet and fight here, if we chase, we may encounter a strong enemy or fall into a trap." ”

Another monk said, "What are you afraid of? Even if our Xuantian Sect encounters other sect cultivators, it may not be defeated. ”