Click!

With a crisp sound, the thin spiritual power shield shattered, and Zhang Yuanhao slashed down, and blood spurted out.

consumed a small transfer talisman, plus Zhang Yuanhao was in a full state of sneak attack, and this person's spiritual power was exhausted, so he didn't wait for him to react, and was directly chopped by Zhang Yuanhao with half of his head.

"Thief, I'll kill you!"

Just after Zhang Yuanhao scavenged this person's body with ease, a violent spiritual power fluctuation appeared behind him, and the late stage of foundation building of the Glaive Sword Sect, who was still healing others, actually directly burned essence blood, and drove a strange flying sword that was bent like a snake and shot out.

Zhang Yuanhao pretended to be frightened and dodged by chance, threw down a few pseudo-Xuan talismans with his backhand, and the chaotic ice edge fireballs and even the water curtain bombarded towards this person indiscriminately, but his body flashed and disappeared into the jungle in the distance.

"Yubiao, well done!"

In the group of people who were in a stalemate in the distance, Liu Long's face was overjoyed, he laughed, stretched out his hand and grabbed a burning fiery musket, the tip of the spear rotated, and slammed into the slightly distracted calm middle-aged man's shoulder, exploding a hot spark.

On the other side, the simple young man who was gaining the upper hand saw this scene, and he was also in a state of confusion, and was hit in the chest by Jiao Yihe, who was controlling the head of the Nine Infant Snake, with a ball of thunder arcs, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body took a few steps backwards.

"Senior Brother Zhao, Xiao Feng, the two of you must stabilize your minds, don't go out with your spiritual power for the time being, use the Yuehua Baodan to slow down the injuries of Senior Sister Lu and Senior Brother Cheng, and don't follow in the footsteps of Senior Brother Xu!"

was hit by Liu Long's side shoulder, the middle-aged man took advantage of the situation to fly back a few steps, and took the opportunity to transmit the sound to the two people who were sad and angry in the distance, his face was extremely gloomy, and a cold and majestic artistic conception spread invisibly.

The sword intent of the glaive, inheriting the flower of the moon, is both rigid and soft.

"Be careful!"

Liu Long obviously also knew the power of Yanyue's sword intent, his face changed suddenly, and he said to Nie Yangming, who was side by side with him.

Nie Yangming has also been immersed in the realm of the late stage of foundation building for a long time, and his combat power is not bad, and his body immediately flashed, and the iron long stick in his hand brought a torrent of light blue spiritual power, tearing through the sky like a cannonball, and smashing into the air.

Whew!

It was as if a sickle-like moon hung high in the air, and the clear silver glow briefly covered the daylight. Endless silver light spread down, like a fine sword qi vertically and horizontally, annihilating everything.

The iron long stick covered by the light blue flow of spiritual power emitted a sharp sound of gold and iron clashing under the endless and fine silver sword qi, and a large number of wounds were densely covered on it, and the spirit was greatly damaged in an instant.

And the pale blue spiritual power shield on the surface of Nie Yangming's body was shrouded in the color of silver light that covered the sky, and the fine sword qi instantly shattered the thin spiritual power light mask, and the whole person suddenly turned into a cloud of blood mist and collapsed in the running and dodging.

On the other side, the ordinary-looking young man named Li Xiong had a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and he reached out to wipe the thick blade of the bladeless sword, and a large area of red blood flowed down and poured on the broad sword.

Buzzing!

A layer of blood-colored silver light spread out, spreading dozens of meters away, imprisoning the three Nine Infant Snake Heads who had broken free from their shackles again, unable to move.

......

Zhang Yuanhao witnessed all this from afar, and his heart was awe-inspiring.

He is self-aware, even if he exposes his true intent of molten destruction and the strange physique produced by stimulating the blood of the golden scorpion, he can barely be regarded as the best of the third-class false pills, and spiritual power has always been his weakness.

And the manifestation of the glaive sword intent shrouded in this person's move is obviously his killer weapon, which consumes great spiritual power, but the power is amazingly strong, and it has definitely crossed the third-class fake pill and reached the combat power level of the second-class fake pill.

Therefore, unless he uses the magic elixir, if he rashly confronts this person, I am afraid it can only be a fiasco.

"Balance...... The competition between the snipe and the clam is that the snipe can't help the mussel, and the mussel can't help the snipe, so that the fisherman can profit!"

Seeing that the two of the Glaive Sword Sect gradually turned back from the downwind just now to the upper hand, faintly suppressing the cultivators of the Demon Infant Village, Zhang Yuanhao complained in his heart about the indisputability of the cultivators of the Demon Infant Village, and thought so.

"How do you balance the situation......

Zhang Yuanhao secretly peeked at everything, frowning and thinking.

On the ground above his head, all kinds of spiritual power were surging, the flames exploded, and the qi waves surged. The two of the Glaive Sword Sect had already begun to gradually suppress the Demon Infant Village cultivators to fight, but after Zhang Yuanhao's sneak attack, the sword cultivators who were guarding the two wounded in the distance were standing in place with an angry face, carefully watching the wind and grass.

"No, it looks like you can only reveal your identity!"

Zhang Yuanhao thought for a long time before making a decision.

If he didn't come forward to ease the situation of the battle, when the people in the Demon Infant Village were killed by the two of the Glaive Sword Sect, it would be difficult for him to snatch the opportunity again.

A milky white Mingxin Sword Pill appeared between Zhang Yuanhao's fingers, and then, his body flashed, and he was wrapped in a cloud of yellow mangs and appeared on the surface.

......

Li Xiong's face was pale, but his eyes were extremely tenacious, and the silver ripples rippling from the broad sword in his hand set off more and more waves, not only imprisoning the nine infant snake heads condensed by Jiao Yihe and the three of them, but even the three slurry streams of water, fire, thunder and lightning that spread around the three snake heads were covered with silver and gradually solidified.

"Die!"

The flames of rage burned in his chest, and the death of the Glaive Sword Sect was counted by him on the heads of the cultivators of the Demon Infant Village, so there was a tendency to fight for his life when he started to do it.

The heavy sword had no edge, and the endless silver was like a meteorite falling, carrying a majestic coercion and suddenly crushing, and it was about to shatter the three snake heads.

Swish!

A figure in pitch-black armor was surrounded by bursts of yellow light, and suddenly appeared at its side.

"Li Xiong, hide!"

In the distance, a calm middle-aged sword slashed the head of a snake that exuded yin and yang qi that came up, and a large number of spiritual power points of light were scattered, and he was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, when suddenly the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the scene of Zhang Yuanhao's body condensed, and he suddenly shouted.

Li Xiong is worthy of being the number two person in the Glaive Sword Sect, his fighting instinct is strong, and he actually burned his essence blood without hesitation, his body twisted a strange arc in the air, and the direction of the heavy sword swing twisted at the same time, and he was about to run towards Zhang Yuanhao's side.

Shout!

Zhang Yuanhao didn't react to Li Xiong's movements, but turned his back to him, and suddenly shot out a milky white sword pellet from his hand, shooting straight at the two spiritually weak people standing with swords in the distance. Behind the two people, there were two wounded, a man and a woman, who were half-lying.

"Thief, stop!"

The middle-aged man holding the silver sword in the distance no longer had the slightest calmness on his face, and he roared with tears in his eyes, looking at Zhang Yuanhao with violent killing intent in his eyes.