Lead clouds rolling, lightning walking dragons and snakes.

The demonic qi is rolling into the sky, and the sword qi is in the sky.

Under the lead cloud, a mountain peak roared down from the sky, and grass, trees, mountains and rocks flew one after another.

Below, it was originally an ethereal fairyland, but now it has become a ruin.

Of the few remaining peaks, there is one that is relatively intact. There, it is the collection of the Sword Pavilion. The remnants of the Sword Pavilion disciples surrounded the Tibetan Pavilion and laid down the Heavenly Star Fighting Sword Array.

Seeing that the mountain peak was attacking those old Daoists, he opened the sword array, and for a moment the sword aura rushed into the sky, turning the sword light into the light of the stars, and crashing towards the mountain that fell from the sky.

Several veterans who were originally fighting with Erqing saw that the mountain peak was pressing, and saw that the 'star' was from the Tibetan Pavilion, so they fled around with their swords to escape the suppression of the mountain peak.

Seeing this, Erqing glanced at Dabai, pinched the magic trick, and moved the mountain towards the direction of the Tibetan Pavilion. Collided with the 'starlight' flying from the direction of the Archive Pavilion.

Seeing this, those old Daoists roared angrily, and they all slashed out a few sword lights towards the mountain peak.

Then they shouted at Erqing: "Despicable!"

Da Bai glanced at Erqing, and said, "Why is the junior brother ......?"

The mountain was moved by Dabai, but when it was moved in the direction of the Tibetan Pavilion, it was Erqing.

Erqing smiled and said: "If you don't move over there, how can these old miscellaneous hairs be willing to contribute?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the mountain peak below and continued to transmit his voice: "Look at the mountain below, the buildings of the Sword Pavilion have long been in ruins, even if they smash it twice, they won't feel distressed. But the Tibetan Pavilion is the only remaining treasure of the Sword Pavilion today, and its importance is self-evident. Even if you don't talk about the importance of the Tibetan Pavilion, just say that those disciples who are gathered around the Tibetan Pavilion, they have to take care of it. ”

Sure enough, when the mountain pressed towards the Tibetan Pavilion, those veterans also had to use all their strength to smash the mountain.

The corners of the big white lips moved, and at the end he asked secretly: "But even so, I still feel a little inauthentic, I always feel that doing this is no different from the master of the Sword Pavilion!"

Er Qing said with a smile: "Senior sister, relax, I'm just scaring them!" Although the disciples of the Sword Pavilion have walked the world and killed a lot of innocent demons and monsters, if they really want to kill them, it will be to destroy humanity, this kind of big cause and effect, we can't touch it, the best thing is to change their philosophy." ”

The master of the Sword Pavilion once said that the inheritance of the Sword Pavilion came from Taiqing, whether it was true or not, if he dared to say it so blatantly, he must rely on it, and Erqing naturally couldn't let himself be involved in this kind of cause and effect.

Although cultivation does not ask about cause and effect, it is absolutely not beneficial to offend the great gods.

After a pause, Erqing sent a message to Dabai again: "Senior sister, you move the mountain peak again!"

He pinched the magic trick while transmitting the sound, and then saw that in the midst of the surging mana, the wind swept away, and those broken mountains and rocks were swept by the strong wind, rolled into a torrent, and rushed towards the Tibetan Pavilion.

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion who had formed around the Tibetan Pavilion suddenly felt their pressure double in the face of this torrent.

Seeing this, one of them, Su Lao Dao, gritted his teeth, pinched the sword trick, and a sword light slashed straight towards the torrent, the sword light collided with the torrent, the torrent scattered, the sword light shattered, and the air wave rolled and swept around, and for a while the sand and stones flew, and the smoke and dust were everywhere.

Just when the torrent of rocks and rocks shattered and the smoke and dust filled the sky, several thunderbolts fell in the air and slashed straight towards those old people. The first to bear the brunt is the old road of Nasu.

The thunder light came quickly, and Su Laodao was closed by the smoke and dust, and he was immediately paralyzed by the thunder.

And it was at this moment of paralysis that a black light shot towards his chest.

When—

A flying sword blocked the black mangs that attacked Su Lao Dao, crashed into Su Lao Dao's body, knocked Su Lao Dao into vomiting blood and flew out, fell towards the Tibetan Pavilion, knocked a hole in the top of the pavilion, and fell into it.

Hei Mang was blocked by the flying sword, rolled upside down and flew away, and Er Qing summoned it back casually.

It turned out that it was the black stick that Erqing threw out towards Na Su Lao Dao.

Er Qing looked at the old man who saved Su Lao Dao, although the smoke and dust were obscured, Er Qing still knew what was going on. The old man snorted lightly and glanced at Erqing.

Erqing didn't care, and the corners of his lips raised slightly, because another mountain peak was floating.

These peaks are all the peaks around the Sword Pavilion, and there is no mountain god to guard them.

Yes, Dabai easily cast a spell to move it over.

A mountain peak had just been shattered by those old Dao and Sword Pavilion disciples joining forces, and now another mountain peak was pressing, and the sky was still thundering with lightning and thunder, and lightning was falling.

All of a sudden, those old Dao and Sword Pavilion disciples suddenly became in a hurry.

Lin Daoran, who was fighting with the purple giant fox over there, saw this situation and was secretly anxious. He thought that Erqing and Da Bai were going to destroy his Sword Pavilion Dao Sect, and he became a little anxious for a while.

In this hurry, he directly sprayed several mouthfuls of blood. Of course, this is not that he is so anxious to vomit blood, but he forced his own hard work out, fed it to Jian Jiao, and improved the power of Jian Jiao.

This is a way to increase combat power at the cost of vitality, or lifespan, and the effect is outstanding, no matter what kind of monk he is, he will have one or two hands like this.

The sword Jiao got these mouthfuls of blood, and his power suddenly doubled, and he rushed towards the giant fox.

The sword Jiao is red in the sky, like a red dragon dancing in the air.

Seeing this, the purple giant fox knew that Lin Daoran was ready to fight hard, so as soon as she gritted her teeth, the only remaining demonic qi on her body was also ignited, burned into a purple flame, turned into a giant fox, and pounced towards the sword Jiao.

Jiao and fox collided in the air, sword qi and flames clashed.

Although the flame that formed the purple fire fox was different from the normal fire, it was swept by the ten thousand sword qi...... Although a lot of flying swords were dropped by the flames, the sword Jiao still broke the fire fox after all, and rushed towards the purple fox demon body behind the fire fox.

After all, the fox demon still ran out of mana and was difficult to resist.

Seeing this, Zixin, the daughter of the fox demon, screamed in shock, "Father, don't!"

She shouted as she dodged in front of the purple fox, preparing to block the sword Jiao with her body.

Seeing this, Lin Daoran in the air gritted his teeth, although his eyes were moist, the momentum of the red sword Jiao rushing down did not stop at all.

Zixin looked at Lin Daoran, opened her arms, and used her weak body to block the sword Jiao.

"Father, I don't hate you, I really don't hate you! I just ask you to spare my mother......

But the next moment, Zi Xin flew out upside down, and the purple fox had already turned into a human form, grabbed her by the back collar, and threw her towards Qin Xuanyue, shouting, "Boy, take her away quickly!"

When the sword Jiao approached, she looked back at her daughter and murmured, "Daughter, my mother is sorry for you, and I implicated you for no reason......

She didn't shout, but at the last moment, tears of remorse rolled down, she hated the ruthless man, and she regretted that she had dragged her daughter into this whirlpool.

It's just that it's late!

Because of this bureau, she laid it out more than 100 years ago.

"No ......"

Zi Xin stretched out her hand and shouted, watching her mother being dismembered by countless sword qi.