The impact between the hammer of the demon general and the immortal artifact gentian spirit spear, the only result is that only one side of the weapon is destroyed, and even people die.

The shot, piercing the man's hammer, with a white glow, pierced his chest in one fell swoop.

And Fu Yueming also walked around behind him.

One shot after another, the pillar of light shot down, piercing into the mountain, and this energy was extremely hot, evaporating the person's body in an instant.

Fu Yueming looked behind him, but was stunned.

The number of demons has not decreased but increased, and the black pressure under the mountain is constantly increasing in number, and the visible mountain has been occupied by all the demons.

On the other hand, in the mountains, on the top of the mountain, the battle of the immortal clan gradually became a little weak.

Even if under the power of the formation, the demon attackers were killed and injured by tens of thousands in an instant, but this difference in height and level, coupled with the endless gushing of the demon race, even if there were thousands of spirits, it was difficult to consume it.

Fu Yueming stood in the air, looking at Han Xiaomo, who was still standing on the top of Meishan, he had doubts in his heart, but he couldn't ask.

I had to re-enter the demon army.

But this time, he took the gentian spirit spear and turned to the free sword.

The six styles of the sword and the four styles of the broken moon, coupled with the power of the Easy Sword, he single-handedly broke more than 100,000 people of the demon clan.

Sensing Fu Yueming's activity, the demon clan's attack changed its method.

With three Nirvana, a hundred Xiaotian, and more than a thousand mirrors as the leader, he circled with Fu Yueming.

And just when Fu Yueming was dealing with him, among the ten great venerables of the demon clan, there were five in a row, and they came straight to the top of the mountain.

These ten venerables have already spent several epochs, and in that period above the sky, when Zhao Yun was still the emperor of the immortal clan, they already existed, and the combined strength of the ten people was comparable to the top of the master.

The five people came out together, and they reached the top of Meishan in an instant, and their palms fell with the wind, and the immortal clan had five formations, and they were immediately defeated by the fourth, and even the fire unicorn was beaten to pieces.

"My cup of tea is going to be cold, so I waited for a few people. Han Xiaomo's right hand was raised, and a pot of tea floated up from the ground and fell into his hand.

The other hand rises again, the six lamps float, and the teapot gives the lamps to the mountain, and there is still a little steam.

The five lamps slowly floated in front of the five Demon Venerables.

"Please. Han Xiaomo raised the lamp and smiled slightly.

And the five were a little overwhelmed by Han Xiaomo's action, looked at each other, and took the teacup.

Seeing this, Han Xiaomo raised the lamp and drank it all.

The cup flipped over and signaled.

Then, he threw the lamp off the cliff, and the wind blew up.

The air became cold, blowing a little chill in his white robe.

"I have heard that the Sword Immortal of the Immortal Clan is cold and the ancient road of Xiao Mo is immortal, quite the meaning of the ancestor Pangu, even if it was a million years ago, I couldn't fight with you, and today I don't want to personally lead the troops to fight, and I also ask the Sword Immortal to give advice. After one person drank the tea, he clenched his fists and said.

Han Xiaomo chuckled, fanned his sleeves, and the long sword was in his hand, and said: "This demon clan, there are people who know the elegant and vulgar, but it is an accident in the next place, the teaching is not enough, the racial strife, the momentum is incompatible, either you die, or, I die, the sword below, a few, can be taken up." ”

As his words fell, his form instantly became illusory.

"Be careful!" The man frowned, clenched the double hooks in his hands tightly, and held his breath, waiting for Han Xiaomo's attack.

When the illusory figure disappeared, Han Xiaomo's sword came out.

Whew!Whew!

Wandering among several people, the sword light continued to pass like a meteor, leaving only an afterimage of him.

If the realm is a little lower, the speed of this sword is only afraid that it will be difficult to resist.

After a few moves, Han Xiao Mojian came under him and came behind the five people, with his back to them.

"Hmm... Unfortunately, one of you is going to die. He looked into the distance, took a breath, nodded, and said.

Just when these people wanted to attack and died.

Han Xiaomo's figure flashed.

A sword out, accompanied by the snow falling,

Blood, too, fell.