Next, Qing Zhou and the others saw a breathtaking scene, only to see more than fifty sword cultivators, busy work, they took out all kinds of complicated parts, replaced the damaged parts, and soon the dilapidated Tianhuo Sword Crow became brand new.

Another sword cultivation team has a giant magic weapon with terrifying power, showing a silver long shuttle with two pointed ends.

The huge silver shuttle crossed the void and released a huge circle of light, protecting the sword cultivation team impermeable.

This sword cultivation team cooperates very tacitly, using the huge silver shuttle as the base, advancing and retreating together.

Supporting Jiahui, who launched a wave of siege, they manipulated the huge silver shuttle, and in an instant, the silver light flashed, and even the people with magic weapons disappeared without a trace at the same time.

Fang Dong's face gradually changed, and his whole body dispersed into countless black dust, each dust magnified countless times, and it was a black flying sword.

The next moment, a huge silver shuttle suddenly appeared, sweeping across the place where Fang Dong was standing, and the black dust was wiped out.

Although the black qi was gone, the current sword cultivation did not relax, and with the strange methods of sword slaves and sword demons, it was impossible to be killed so simply.

Sure enough, in the corner of the void, a wisp of invisible black gas, like a blown ball, grew rapidly, and finally shook a few times, revealing Fang Dongji's figure.

Fang Dong's face gradually turned pale, although he had the power of the sword demon behind him, but in such a dangerous situation, if he came a few more times, I am afraid that the sword demon would not be able to resist it, and he himself would be even more doomed.

Some other sword cultivation teams, relying on formations, mechanisms, and giant magic weapons, exerted the power to match the Tribulation level, becoming Fang Dongji's biggest threat.

Although Fang Dongjian was killed in a mess, he did not forget the matter of the 100,000 blood sacrifice, and after seizing the opportunity, he looked back on the counterattack, and many sword cultivators were caught off guard and died in the clutches of his demons.

The big waves washed the sand, and as the time passed by the pursuit, the huge sword cultivation group gradually thinned out, and the weak and timid were eliminated one after another, and the rest were elites.

Later, the real sword cultivators appeared, although the number was only three or five, but all of them were at the level that could threaten the Venerable of the Tribulation.

Qing Zhou and the others had seen a certain crazy old man in a flower robe, who seemed to be out of tune, swaggering through the market with a withered branch in his hand, but the other party gradually launched an attack and immediately burst out with a shocking sword aura.

The dead branch, which was so fragile that it broke off, fell into the hands of the crazy old man, and with a slight shake, the sword qi gushed out like a white rainbow through the sun, even if it was not a bystander facing the sword qi, there was a sense of despair that my life was at stake.

This sword qi immediately cut off Fang Dongji's left hand, and the left hand that fell was shattered by the sword qi.

With such a terrifying sword aura, the crazy old man made one move after another, flowing like water, and Fang Dong was gradually forced into embarrassment.

Next, there was another dwarf wearing a high hat, this person had stiff facial features, and his figure was like that of a five-year-old boy, but he was wearing a long gown that could only be supported by a seven-foot high body, which looked very incongruous, and he wore a tall hat on the top of his head, and he was more than half his height.

The dwarf grinned, and first said hello to the crazy old man, "Old madman, you are the first step." ”

"You're a little man with short legs, and you're not slow!" the crazy old man scoffed.

Fang Dong gradually became extremely slippery, and when he saw that he couldn't resist the attack of the crazy old man, he changed his hard-hitting fighting method and changed it to a fight, which made the crazy old man feel that he couldn't keep his hands and was extremely angry.

"This sword slave is very cunning, you can try it. ”

The high-hat gnome nodded, "You're welcome." ”

After saying that, the high-hated dwarf vibrated his clothes, and the kaftan on his body was already too long, and the hem and sleeves were long and hung down.

Under his shock, his sleeves were like a smart python, and he jumped into the air quickly, like two huge horns opened, and countless silk threads erupted thinly, intertwined into two torrents.

The torrent flanked Fang Dong's body from the left and right directions.

Fang Dong's figure gradually blurred, the outline of his body became illusory, and he was about to launch his body technique, dodging the left and right attacks of the torrent of two silk threads.

"Medium!"

The high-hat dwarf shouted violently, and a thunderclap exploded in the void, and the torrent of silk threads immediately exploded, differentiating into one hundred and eight thousand directions, and penetrating through Fang Dong's body in an instant.

The silk threads entered the body, and Fang Dong's body that was about to disappear stabilized, only to see the dense silk threads nailed to his body, from the head to the limbs, running through all corners of his body.

The hands of the high-hat dwarf, a pair of long sleeves slowly rolled up, revealing two well-maintained hands, and the tips of the ten fingers were actually the source of countless silk threads.

Fang Dong's gaze gradually went crazy, and his whole body exploded violently, turning into a dusty black flying sword, causing countless silk threads to fall into the air.

Seeing that Fang Dong was about to escape, the high-hat dwarf changed his tricks again.

The silk thread suddenly diverged into countless branches, releasing extremely strong viscosity, and the black flying sword particles no longer flew outward, and began to gather towards the central core, restoring to the original appearance of Fang Dongyi.

"Fragmented. ”

The high-hat dwarf exerted his ten fingers, slender and graceful like a smart dancer, pulling countless silk threads to beat, and the beating was transmitted to Fang Dongji's body, turning into a violent force, tearing his body into pieces in the blink of an eye, the largest fragments were not as big as fish scales.

The silk thread was abruptly retracted, and the high-hat dwarf looked cold, his hands retracted into his long sleeves, and he gently shook the cuffs.

The fragments in the sky exploded at the same time, turning into countless small black gases, and then attracted each other, like water droplets on lotus leaves, and finally turned into large black mist.

The black mist turned into a large cloud and suddenly stretched into a straight line, fleeing in the other direction, and the mad old man and the high-hat dwarf looked at each other, and then chased after them.

The five people of Qingzhou and Yue Qianjun were dumbfounded.

"These two seniors, I'm afraid they are already standing at the peak of Mahayana, and this kind of sword cultivation is also a top-level existence in the Liuyu Sword Boat. ”

On the side, Dan Fengsheng said curiously, "The Liuyu Sword Boat has a huge power, and it is rumored that there are double digits in the Sword Cultivation, why didn't I see any of them this time?"

Yue Qianjun shook his head, "The master of the sword boat has concerns, if he can dispatch the sword cultivator, he will not mobilize us people." ”

Qing Zhou could see from the spatial screen that the Liuyu Sword Boat had dispatched the Tribulation Sword Cultivator back then, but instead promoted the occurrence of the 100,000 Blood Sacrifice, because the power of the Tribulation Level was too strong, and it was easy to tear apart the barriers with the Nine Heavens Sword Realm.

Therefore, the highest level of combat power that the Liuyu Sword Boat can send is also the peak of Mahayana, and it is absolutely impossible to send out the Venerable of the Tribulation.

Chasing and killing all the way, Qing Zhou saw that the master of the sword boat was in control behind his back, otherwise, why did Fang Dong gradually flee all the way, but there was no Tribulation Venerable to chase and kill, and all that appeared was Mahayana-level combat power.

Immediately afterward, several more Mahayana peak sword cultivators joined the pursuit.

The woman in a black robe and a black hood can't see her face clearly, revealing half of her white chin, just by the tip of this iceberg, you can see the peerless elegance of this woman.

The whole body was covered with dense silver scale armor from head to toe, revealing only a pair of shining eyes, and holding a large sword as thick as a door panel in both hands, which looked extremely powerful.