Zi Wuji, who had lost Shura's roaring means, looked at the eight Eight Desolation Divine Swords that emitted the sound of swords and circled around him, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart, even though the blazing fire light in the Eight Desolation Divine Swords had some stability, it was not normal for him.

The sword array, just the sense of oppression brought by that sword momentum, already made Zi Wuji already have great pressure, not even talking about the fierceness brought out by the cold light of the sword blade.

Even though he still has the means not to show it, but the sword array has been completed, and the phantoms brought out by the eight Eight Desolation Divine Swords are constantly remaining in the void around his body, and Zi Wuji, who lacks actual combat experience, is still thinking about what to do, but this kind of hesitation under the panic misses the opportunity to start breaking the sword formation, the sooner the sword formation is broken, the easier it is, but under the accumulation of sword momentum in the back, it is not so easy to break the formation after the power is fierce.

The eight Eight Desolation Divine Swords blocked the water surrounding Zi Wuji, and it wasn't until the first sword qi bombarded it that Zi Wuji reacted and thought about resisting.

"Boom. ”

One after another, the sword qi continued to crisscross and bombard Zi Wuji, Zhao Jiu Ge controlled the Eight Desolations Sword Formation, and after experiencing the previous battle, he could finally breathe out a breath of turbidity with peace of mind and rest for a while, and as for Zi Wuji in the Eight Desolations Sword Formation, he naturally did not have such a little treatment.

Zi Wuji, who was shrouded by the Eight Desolations Sword Array, finally began to panic, looking at the sword qi that was constantly bombarded down, he could only subconsciously continue to resist, and after urging his spiritual power to the greatest extent, he directly waved his arms wildly, and the purple spiritual light released by the claws directly shattered the sword qi one by one.

At first, Zi Wuji still felt that there was nothing, everything was quite easy, and those sword qi that kept falling down were like pieces of paper, shredded by his sharp claws, but as time went by, Zi Wuji gradually discovered that something was wrong, and Zhao Jiuge looked at this scene, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth began to get bigger and bigger.

"Bang bang bang..."

Because the sword formation has been formed, the continuous bombardment of the sword qi will not have any time to stay at all, and it will directly bombard with the spiritual power continuously released by Zi Wuji, but after a long time, I found that the level is getting more and more powerful, and I feel a little unbearable.

At this time, Zi Wuji discovered that the mystery of this Eight Desolations Sword Array, which was already a little flustered, directly began to be afraid, and then looked at the sword light around him, Zi Wuji's heart had a thought, that is, to break free from the Eight Desolations Sword Formation as soon as possible, otherwise if it continues, it will become inevitable to lose, in that case, his wishes and ambitions will be directly frustrated, and most importantly, in that way, maybe when he returns to his own family, there will be someone to support his younger brother, which will cause the inheritance of the future patriarch to become two situations, this result is naturally what Zi Wuji does not want to see。

Time has passed more and more, and the purple-red luster around him has begun to flicker brighter and darker, the situation has become worse and worse, Zi Wuji has calmed down instead, he never thought that today's situation would reach this level, and he hesitated in his heart for a moment, and made a decision.

"Buzz..."

The fluctuations of spiritual power have begun to emanate, coming from Zi Wuji's body, that kind of fluctuation is a little abnormal, although Zi Wuji is still resisting, but that purple spiritual light covers himself and buries it in it.

Immediately, a sharp cry rang out, the sound was piercing, and it was somewhat similar to the Shura roar that Zi Wuji had cast before, and the next moment, Zhao Jiuge only saw that in the Eight Desolations Sword Array, Zi Wuji's figure disappeared, and what appeared was a purple mink.

Zi Wuji was directly forced to use the body, generally speaking, the demon cultivator's own body is powerful, but after transforming into a human form, it was naturally affected to a certain extent, and now Zi Wuji's body is used, just to fight it, break the Eight Desolations Sword Formation, and break free.

Looking at the figure of the purple mink with a size of two or three meters and red eyes, Zhao Jiuge was a little surprised, he didn't expect Zi Wuji to choose to show his body, in that case, it could only mean that Zi Wuji had reached the point of exhaustion, otherwise he would not have done this.

Thinking of this, Zhao Jiuge's mind was even more tightly controlled by the eight Eight Desolation Divine Swords, not letting Zi Wuji break free, so that he could die, anyway, now that the sword formation has been completed, Zhao Jiuge is not too worried, he is afraid that if it drags on any longer, this Zi Wuji will open his mouth to beg for mercy, after all, once the demon cultivator's own body is injured, then it will affect his strength.

Zi Wuji, who spread out his body, already represented that he had fallen to the bottom of his rope and was about to start fighting hard, all of which could be seen by anyone with a discerning eye, and even many people had begun to shake their heads slightly.

However, the Zi Wuji who displayed the body was indeed much more ferocious, every time he swung it, it caused a sound of breaking wind, and even rolled up bursts of purple spiritual light, and in those Eight Desolation Sword Formations, the sword qi that was bombarded was directly and easily shattered by him, but Zhao Jiu Ge controlled the eight small and exquisite Eight Desolation Divine Swords with his heart, and the sword array was tightly defended, without shedding a single flaw to Zi Wuji, even if there was a gap, it was also an instant that some Eight Desolation Divine Swords circled and resisted the air attack.

Seeing that Zi Wuji, who couldn't break free from his body, he became even more anxious, and that kind of action was even a little crazy, constantly releasing his means, bombarding the sword qi coming from all directions.

It's just that all this is in vain, when time passes more and more, the power of the sword array is also accumulating more and more fiercely, whether it is power or frequency, it is constantly improving, and in the end, even if it is Zi Wuji who casts the body, it is helpless, and I feel that I can't bear it, but now that the body has been cast, what means can Zi Wuji have?

Except for the current scene between Zhao Jiuge and Zi Wouji, the other ten games have already ended, and the figures on the martial arts stage are all watching this one, everyone is watching Zhao Jiuge control, the eight small and exquisite Eight Desolation Divine Swords, whirring and windy, and when the persecuted Zi Wouji is so embarrassed, they can't help but feel a little happy in their hearts, and even have some vigilance.

"Poof..."

There was a dull sound, it was a sword qi that was not resisted, and it directly pierced the arm of Zi Wuji's body, and on the purple hair, a small wound suddenly broke open, but no blood spilled out, because when the wound appeared, a thin cold ice froze the wound, and even exuded a few traces of cold air.

With the first wound, then there will be a second, basically in the blink of an eye, there are a few more wounds on Zi Wuji's body, I'm afraid it won't be long before there will be more and more wounds, but at that time, the defense completely failed, more sword qi shrouded in, and what awaited him was the end of flesh and blood.

Feeling the pain in his body, Zi Wuji's heart had begun to become afraid, he was naturally afraid of death, and he could also feel that the essence blood was flowing rapidly, and now he could still maintain his physical body, but after persisting for a while, I am afraid that his life would be in danger.

The fear of death is getting stronger and stronger, and the crisis is already felt in his heart, Zi Wuji, who is afraid of death, naturally wants to admit defeat, but his heart is full of unwillingness, if he admits defeat like this, I am afraid that he will lose a lot, not to mention that he will not be able to enter the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, even the matter of the colorful spirit crane clan, and the marriage of Hanyan is also impossible, in that case, the matter of the future patriarch of the purple marten will become stalemate, and the longer it drags on, then the more problems will naturally be, but compared with his own life, all this does not seem to be so important。

"Poof..."

Finally, when a few more sword qi bombarded his body, the wounds were already all over his body, and there was still sword intent in his body, the last bit of hesitation in Zi Wuji's heart also began to shatter, he was afraid, he was left behind, not afraid of no firewood, after all, only by saving his life can he have everything, if his life is lost here, it will only kill others and his younger brother.

"I throw in the towel. ”

Feeling that the crisis of death is getting closer and closer, it seems that there is only one step away, Zi Wuji can't care about any face, or how embarrassed he is at this moment, how embarrassing it is, he directly shouted loudly and frantically, the voice was so loud, for fear that others would not hear it, and he would lose his life if he was one step late.

(End of chapter)