"Boom!"

As soon as the two-headed corpse king made a move, Xia Xun drank in advance.

Then the order was raised, and the aura on Mo Xian's body and the aura of Qingfeng erupted at the same time! The sword turned into a thunderbolt and lightning, and rushed towards the two corpse kings who rushed towards him...

"Twenty-seven in front of him, give birth to Tai Chi, swallow the sun and the moon, get close to three talents, and accumulate nine turns!"

As soon as Ling Gang gave the order to rise again, the two sides were separated by more than fifty zhang, and Mo Xian ordered to swing a sword qi again. Just like before, the sword qi and the heavy sword shadow quickly stabbed down in front of the two corpse kings, exploding a silver-white aura with a radius of more than ten zhang in the sea of corpses, slowing down a trace of the corpse king's momentum. And this time, Mo Xian didn't wait for the sword qi to be exhausted, he directly held his hands to retract the momentum, put his back feet on the ground, suddenly accelerated, and swept violently!

"Instantly!"

The wind is galloping, and the silver light is flashing.

Instantaneously erupted, and the extreme speed and shadowlessness seemed to break through the limitations of time and space, and he didn't even notice the wind and rain. In an instant, Mo Xian had already appeared behind the two corpse kings! The corpse king's reaction was not slow, and the two huge fists were immediately raised, turning around and falling like a meteorite! This time, Mo Xian was already conscious, and his right hand was filled with silver light into a palm, and the three-foot Qingfeng turned into seven with one sword, and the seven swords swung together, slashing and stabbing dozens of swords at the elbows, knees, cheekbones, and midriffs of the two corpse kings in one breath! The sword momentum was like a rainbow, forming a stacking wave, and the attack of the two corpse kings was forcibly suppressed in one breath. Although time is only a breath, a breath is an opportunity for Mo Xian and Xia Xun.

"Right now, two north and south, nine turn into one!"

"Bang!"

After a breath, the fists of the two corpse kings that had been suppressed struck again, and Mo Xian's left hand behind his waist also held a dazzling silver light. Under Xia Xun's order, Mo Xian's left hand blasted out, directly bombarding the fist that one of the meteorites smashed down!

Thunder roared, resounding through the heavens and the earth!

The violent qi wave erupted like a tsunami, overturning dozens of corpses and human flesh nearby! Apocalypse was naturally invincible against the king realm, and Mo Xian was naturally invincible, not to mention that the fist of the other corpse king had already smashed into his right shoulder. So, there is no doubt that he was once again knocked out of the air!

Merely...

This time is different.

It was Mo Xian who was shot in a different direction, and the momentum was greater and he flew farther.

The slap allowed him to borrow the power of the recoil, plus the impact of a punch in his right shoulder, and his whole body was like an off-string arrow, being shot fiercely towards the altar forty or fifty feet away. High in the sky, the rain was splashing with blood, and although he was injured, Mo Xian's mind was still extremely clear, and he knew that he had seized that opportunity. I saw that his whole body was full of energy, his sword eyebrows were concentrated, his eyes were like torches, and his hands were holding Qingfeng. At the moment when his body was about to cross the altar, he suddenly stepped on the air, and a beautiful carp turned over, gathered all his body's qi on the blade of the sword, and faced the red lacquered coffin above the altar, which was slashed down!

However, under the sword...

The unexpected happened.

"Oooo

"Oh no!

"Whew!"

"Da-da..."

At this moment, the crisp sound of iron shattering seemed to overwhelm the roar of the wind and rain here, and it was clearly heard a hundred and ten zhang away.

The sword slashed the red coffin, and a crack in the red hall was slashed with one touch, but it did not penetrate into the inside, and the body of the Qingfeng sword was shattered inch by inch, and the Qingfeng sword was shattered...

It's not that the coffin is too strong, or that there is an enchantment defense here, but that Xia Xun and Mo Xian both ignored a trivial problem. The three-foot Qingfeng is just a very ordinary sword, half an hour ago, when Mo Xian used it to parry the punch of the Corpse King, its sword tire had already shown a tendency to crack, not long ago Mo Xian made it carry out a round of strong attacks, the high pressure of hundreds of swords in one breath is not a remnant sword, even an intact Qingfeng is difficult to bear, so that the fragile sword body further collapses. Until just now, Mo Xian's coffin sword gathered the internal strength of the whole body, how could such a terrifying energy be a broken sword that could withstand it?

The sword shattering seems to be accidental, but it is an inevitability.

But things are already irretrievable...

"Whew!"

"Senior brother, retreat!"

"Bang!

The coffin was not completed, Qingfeng was shattered, and the success fell short.

The volley landed in the air, and before he had time to think about it, the two corpse kings had already burst in front of Mo Xian. Mo Xian is a sword cultivator, and without a sword in his hand, his combat power is naturally greatly reduced. So much so that in the face of the fierce attacks of the two corpse kings, he almost didn't even have room to parry. After barely resisting two or three rounds, he was blasted out of the altar. The next battle situation was directly one-sided, and the gap between the Apocalypse and the King Realm was vividly reflected here. Mo Xian is like a hydrangea that has no ability to resist, being ravaged by the two rampaging corpse kings, all he can do is dodge and retreat, and the parry is in vain. Xia Xun was forced to join the battle circle, throwing his only means of attack from a distance of dozens of zhang, and the endless copper coins turned into yellow dragons, and the two broke through the barrier of wind and rain and slashed at the two corpse kings respectively. However, without a trace of internal qi bonus, the copper coin may be able to kill and injure the cultivators of the Heavenly Realm in a short distance, but in the face of the corpse king of the Flesh King Realm, it is like child's play.

Countless copper plates falling on the body of the Corpse King were like rain from the sky hitting the ground, and the Corpse King didn't seem to even feel it, let alone expect to cause any damage...

"Whew!"

"Boom..."

The roar and the sound of the crit gradually replaced the wind and rain here.

As the world outside gradually dimmed, the two-headed corpse king gradually became crazy, the power of his fist and the speed of his punch increased exponentially, and Mo Xian gradually lost his ability to dodge. Under the frantic ravages of four fists, he was knocked away, fell, knocked and fell again, unable to even fight for a breathing gap.

The blood bursts out, and the rain blooms with the "flowers".

Seeing this, Xia Xun's face suddenly turned pale, and he thought about it for a moment, and gritted his teeth. He knew that there was no room for detours in the current situation, and he had no other choice. In desperation, he had no choice but to turn around, in the direction of the burial tank behind him, and finally shouted the last thing he wanted to shout...

"Help!!"

“......”

Unexpectedly, three words were shouted out in a reasonable way.

There is a feeling of desolation in the wind, easy to be cold, and miserable. Like a man who is arrogant and never admits defeat, he gives up the struggle and bows his head to fate. Maybe this is also an inevitability, otherwise how could Xia Xun go deep into this adventure?

"Rush!"

"Rush !!"

It stands to reason that fate has long been arranged.

The dim world is pierced by light, and in an instant...

Not long after Xia Xun's words fell, it was only half a breath, and in the depths of the path of the burial tank in the distance, in the darkness and boundlessness, the first sword-shaped aura shot out, followed by the second, third, and fourth aura rays almost at the same time. The four sword qi, the silver light is soft, and it does not seem domineering, but the energy aura of the connotation should not be underestimated. They roared past Xia Xun's side, and finally stabbed steadily on the two arms of the two corpse kings, although there was no scene of skin and flesh blooming, but the momentum of the sword qi burst out of the two corpse kings and knocked the two corpse kings back two steps respectively.

"Senior brother, run!"

"Da, instant!"

There is sword qi in the dark to help, and the fierce corpse king is blocked.

It was only at this time that Mo Xian had a chance to breathe. also took advantage of this opportunity, he quickly jumped up from the ground, and jumped out in the direction of Xia Xun without delay, and easily took Xia Xun out of the range of a hundred zhang...

"Longevity..."

"Whew!"

It's too late, it's too soon.

It was only a matter of time for the two corpse kings to be pushed back two steps, but by the time they regained their footing, the prey had once again fled beyond the boundary. The Corpse King had no emotion, only a furious consciousness, and after each roared angrily, he silently walked back to the altar, half-kneeling, motionless.

On the other hand, jumping out of a hundred feet, Mo Xian didn't speak, and after putting down Xia Xun, he quickly sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes to breathe.

Xia Xun asked, because he didn't need to ask to know that under the torture and killing of the two corpse kings in turn, no matter how strong Mo Xian's body was, it was impossible to just hurt his flesh and skin, and the internal injuries would inevitably be unavoidable. Fortunately, Mo Xian's body was stiff, otherwise if it were an ordinary Apocalypse Realm monk, I would have been beaten into flesh long ago.

Xia Xun was speechless, and silently turned his head to look in the direction behind him.

As far as the eye can see, in the dark rain curtain, five figures holding five umbrellas tied of locust leaves, walking slowly towards this end. It's easy to mistake them for just five old men passing by.

"Haha, I can't imagine that this little young master of the ghost plot family will also have a time to shout for help?"

"Ahem... I just said that this kid can't get over this hurdle, no. ”

"This is called not listening to the old man, suffering in front of you, and the world will repay you. ”

"Ahem... If you don't listen to the old man, it's just that, he's still strong! If you don't shout for help early, you won't have anything to do, how can you get it... Ahem... Is this embarrassing?"

Before the person arrives, the sound comes first.

Every sentence is full of ridicule and sarcasm.

Xia Xun didn't dare to complain, although he was reluctant, but now he has asked for help, and he is reluctant and willing. Xia Xun shook the rain in his hands, respectfully clenched his fists and cushioned the comer: "Thank you seniors for your help, the kid is grateful." ”

The person who came has a good way, and the step span is not large, but it seems to have the magic of shrinking the ground into inches. Before Xia Xun spoke, the five figures were still half a mile away, and after Xia Xun finished speaking, the five figures approached to a distance of about two hundred zhang. In a few blinks of an eye, the comer came to Xia Xun and Mo Xian...

"Ahem... Don't be grateful, we can't afford it. The ninth old man smiled sarcastically and said, "A few days ago, you two were still chasing me all over the forest. Ahem, that's so hard, I thought you were so capable, who knew that the two corpse kings would mess you up, ahem... Hey..."

"Uh..."

"What's the matter?

"I don't think you'll be stunned in the future. ”

The talker was sarcastic, Xia Xun looked embarrassed but still said respectfully: "What the old-timers said is that the kid's skills are short, which makes the seniors laugh." Just now, I got the help of all my predecessors, and I will not forget my kindness, and I will repay it in the future. ”

"Don't forget the kindness, and you will repay it in the future?"

"Hehe, you scourge, it's good not to cause trouble for us, and..."

"Well, don't talk about it. ”

The old men were still not happy, and they were going to continue to sarcastic, but the old woman in the center raised her hand to stop their conversation. "They are still young, and they have more roads to walk than all of us in the future, so they just need to stop talking." The old woman cut off the words of the old man, and said that Yan Shan took two steps forward, stood in front of Xia Xun, and glanced at Mo Xian, who was sitting on the ground. looked back at Xia Xun again, and his tone was a little heavier: "Do you know what is wrong?"

"Huh?" the old woman reproached, and Xia Xun was a little confused.

The old woman blushed the words with a solemn face and said: "Didn't your grandfather teach you to plan and discuss strategies? Others can be frivolous when they are young, but you can't, especially you. The planner looks at the overall situation, takes the baht in his heart, anticipates the enemy before the move, and cares at all when making trade-offs. You are disappointed that you don't even count the geometry of the blade in battle. ”

"Uh..."

Something awkward, something weird...

Xia Xun heard the old woman's words, and couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

It's not that the old woman in the land full of corpses still has the heart to train people, but that Xia Xun has grown up since he was a child, and there are too few people who dare to count him down so condescendingly. is so little that in his memory, he can only remember two people, one is his grandfather, and the other is an old man who asks Tianshan. And now that the old woman can see the loopholes in her strategy, it proves that her identity and knowledge are by no means ordinary people, and the tone of training people is more like those two saints who are as high as the sky...

It's just that how can she be compared to the two?

If it can really be compared, it can only prove that the calculation in Xia Xun's heart has been deviated.

The rain wet his face, and his skin was already white and wrinkled. Xia Xun didn't dare to say anything, and replied hesitantly: "What the predecessor said is indeed reasonable, but... It's just..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that the younger generation thinks that there should be not only two, but three. ”

The old woman asked solemnly, "Which one else?"

Xia Xun said cautiously: "The kid should have miscalculated your identity. ”

"Oh?"

The old woman's eyes narrowed slightly, wrinkled a line of deep crow's feet, and looked at Xia Xun: "Then what is my identity?"

Xia Xun secretly glanced at the four old men beside the old woman, and said timidly and softly: "The kid has seen the story of the Eighteen Swords of Pure Yang coming out of the immortals in the old volume of the Tang Fengyunlu, fighting with the sword god, and fighting the heavens and the earth. The kid thought you'd be one of them, but now it seems like you're different from the other seniors. Therefore, the kid thinks that you should not be the person in the eighteen swords back then, and it will not be the first sword Yu Ji of the Pure Yang Sword Vein. Thinking about it this way, the kid thinks that there could be a mistake in the records of the historians of the Tang Dynasty back then? Maybe there were not only 18 people who went out of the immortal line back then, but 19 people. And you, the extra one?"

"Tsk!"