"You're really annoying! Do you know?" Gongsun Wuji looked at the scarred drunkard swordsman, and his tone was a little cold.

"I'll take it as a compliment. The drunkard swordsman held the broken sword horizontally in front of him, staring at Gongsun Wuji with unblinking eyes.

The insect Gongsun Wuji is too fast, and the drunkard swordsman doesn't dare to be careless.

"I'm starting to get tired of this game, though. Let's get it over quickly. Gongsun Wuji snorted coldly, and suddenly his arms were in front of him, and then he suddenly wanted to wave out.

Airplanes!

With Gongsun Wuji's movements, the dozens of barbs growing out of his arms and legs all flew out like exploding hidden weapons. Among the thirty or forty martial artists who were still active, at least half of them were hit by Gongsun Wuji's move, and they lost their combat power on the spot.

The other half of the warriors who were not hit by the vital point were almost all injured.

And the drunkard swordsman opposite Gongsun Wuji was the focus of the blow. At least eight barbs, fired at him from different directions.

Although the drunkard swordsman had done his best, he blocked six of them with a broken sword. But the other two barbs pierced his right leg and made him fall screaming.

As for He Zhi and Thousand Illusion Venerables, who were fighting in the martial arts arena, they were also attacked. It's just that Gongsun Wuji's attack didn't have any effect on these two people.

He Zhi's "Recipe for Unity" helped him easily avoid the barbs shot by Gongsun Wuji, while the Thousand Illusion Venerable completely ignored the barbs that were shot. Those barbs had barely gotten a foot away from the Thousand Illusion Venerable before they were burned to ashes by the flames gushing out of the void.

And the Thousand Illusion Venerable's attack on He Zhi did not stop for a moment. The two people seemed to turn into two phantoms, entangled in the martial arts arena, and carried out an almost dazzling attack and defense.

The Thousand Illusion Venerable's attack was certainly not useless.

Although with the improvement of He Zhi's strength, the "Guiyi Sutra" also played a role in facing the Thousand Illusion Venerable, so that the Thousand Illusion Venerable could not lock He Zhi's qi. But He Zhi's true yuan consumption speed was also unimaginable fast before!

Although He Zhi had already cultivated the Fighting Fa to the level of the fourth level of Dacheng, the True Yuan in his body had almost doubled compared to when he first came to the Martial Saint Realm! However, under the attack of the Thousand Illusion Venerable, it was almost just a hundred breaths of effort, and He Zhi's True Yuan had already consumed more than half!

He Zhi's body was already soaked with sweat. Facing the attack of the Thousand Illusion Venerable with the "Unified Sutra" is not only a violent consumption of He Zhi's true yuan, but also a consumption of He Zhi's physical strength!

The speed of the Thousand Illusion Venerable gave He Zhi no respite.

"Looks like that's the end of it. Gongsun Wuji looked around, smiled and walked in front of the drunkard swordsman who was kneeling on one knee and could no longer stand up.

All the martial artists were defeated, and He Zhi was dragged back by the Thousand Illusions Venerable. There was no longer anyone in the Martial Temple who could stop Gongsun Wuji.

"Hehehe! Gongsun Wuji raised his hands high. On his forearms, two rows of three-inch-long barbs were growing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

When the two rows of barbs grew to the limit, Gongsun Wuji waved his hands downward. The barbs on his arms are like interlaced blades that cut off the head of an alcoholic swordsman.

At the moment when Gongsun Wuji made a move, the drunkard swordsman reluctantly raised his broken sword and stuck it in the center of the two rows of barbs, slightly hindering Gongsun Wuji for a moment.

"What are you still struggling for? It's over, don't you understand?" Gongsun Wuji sneered, and his arms suddenly slashed into pieces of the broken sword raised by the drunkard swordsman again.

However, at the moment when he was about to cut off the head of the drunkard swordsman, Gongsun Wuji suddenly felt a piercing chill rising from behind him.

That chill seems to contain an unchangeable will - he dies, you die!

The hairs on Gongsun Wuji's body seemed to stand upside down at this moment. At this moment, which was almost on the verge of victory, Gongsun Wuji was of course unwilling to risk his life.

He didn't care about killing the drunkard swordsman, the insect wings behind him were frantically inciting, and his body flew upside down more than ten zhang away and landed in the corner of the main hall.

With his back against the thick walls of the Martial Temple, Gongsun Wuji felt a little safe. He swept in the direction where the chill came from just now, but he was stunned to see that it was He Zhi!

"How could it be? how could he still have the strength to interfere with me?" Gongsun Wuji gritted his teeth.

After looking at it carefully for a while, Gongsun Wuji was stunned to find that the Thousand Illusion Venerable still had the upper hand in the battle with He Zhi, but his offensive had slowed down!

That feeling was as if the Thousand Illusion Venerable had been disturbed by something, and every few moves, he would involuntarily slow down, leaving He Zhi with a chance to breathe.

And He Zhi took advantage of this opportunity to breathe, slowly approached and helped the drunkard swordsman.

"Thousand Illusions, what's going on?" Gongsun Wuji immediately shouted to the Thousand Illusion Venerable.

"Someone...... Someone can interfere with my consciousness!Bastard!This is the practice of Buddhism!" Thousand Illusions Venerable roared, and the temperature around him rose sharply, as if the air was about to burn.

"Buddhism exercises?" Gongsun Wuji's gaze swept around again, and then immediately fell on the little monk Huiyuan's body.

The little monk Huiyuan was still forcing his eyes at this time, but he was also sweating profusely, obviously doing his best.

"Kill him, kill that little monk of the Loose Sect!" Gongsun Wuji immediately shouted to the two subordinates.

Without hesitation, the two half-human, half-worm men and women left behind the dying warrior in their hands and rushed towards the seats of the Freedom Sect.

"Don't!" He Zhiyan saw this scene, and he was already hoarse and screamed.

He also roared with red eyes, pulled out the Qian Mu sword given to him by Jiang Yuetian, and slashed at the two half-human and half-insect monsters with all his might.

The Qian Mu Sword seemed to turn into a streamer of light and flew out of He Zhi's hand.

The Heavenly Trick locked the breath of the two monsters, and the Qian Mu Sword itself was even more spiritual, and with a turn in the air, it slashed through the necks of the two monsters like lightning!

The heads of the two monsters flew high, and they were actually killed by He Zhi with a sword!

However, He Zhi, who went all out to shoot the Heavenly Trick, also lost the opportunity to perform the "Gui Yi Sutra" again.

The Thousand Illusion Venerable saw the opportunity and swung his fist violently.

He Zhi had no chance to resist, but the drunkard swordsman roared wildly at this moment, jumped up desperately, and actually used his body to block in front of He Zhi.

Under the blow of the Thousand Illusion Venerable, the drunkard swordsman broke his muscles and bones, and was knocked out with He Zhi, and then hit the wall again and fell to the ground.