The Taixu Spirit Saint Puci Daojun raised his hand and pointed at it, and the heart guard was radiant with the light of the law, turning into a barrier eight feet high, blocking the front of the two brothers. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The tortoiseshell shield in front of him was all shattered, leaving only a heart guard in front of him.

The two Daoists hid behind the Heart Protection Barrier, panting rapidly, and finally could breathe for a while.

The five flames and seven birds were still fanning, and the five flames were soaring into the air, but they couldn't stop the attack of the sword rain in the sky.

Many half-red swords continued to collide with each other, making a sharp impact sound, and the small swords shattered into seven or eight pieces, and the heart guard trembled endlessly, and the treasure light rippled endlessly.

With every flick of the fingers, hundreds of small swords hit the heart guard, and there were small swords bursting in every part of the heart guard, and there were more and more small cracks on its surface.

The little sword had a earthy momentum, and the momentum was very terrifying, and in just a few breaths, the Heart Protector looked crumbling, as if it was about to crack.

Now that the last remaining magic weapon barrier was about to be unstoppable, the two Dao people were almost stupid, and they hurriedly retreated, arranging eighteen tortoiseshell shields in front of them.

The heart guard finally couldn't be stopped, and it burst open, and the sound of the explosion made Chen Houzhao's heart twitch fiercely, and Chen Houxi was also frightened.

The eighteen tortoiseshell shields were like a joke, and a few snaps of fingers were shattered by the rain of whistling swords with a heavy momentum.

Each little sword burned half-red, leaving hot smoke in the air that slashed through it.

There were no barriers in front of them, and the rain of swords pounced like a swarm of hornets, scaring the two brothers into fear.

Chen Houzhao cultivated for the first time, how could he have fallen into such a dangerous situation, his eyes were full of desolate tears, and the sword in his hand turned again and again, knocking the small sword shot in front of him and deflecting it.

Chen Houxi's eyes were also filled with crystal tears, and his heart was tightly linked to the royal word, and he cast one hundred and eighty sword moves in a row in the sword rain of shots, and the moves were exquisite in swordsmanship and defense.

It's not a dream, it's not a joke, the little swords that fly with the sound of breaking the sky, each sword may kill them.

It's a nightmare, a dream to never have again.

The two brothers roared like trapped wolves in a swamp that was sinking and their lives were hopeless, and their voices were full of misery and sorrow.

They are afraid, they are tired, they are almost exhausted, but they don't want to die like this, they still have a lot of unfinished business, they will not give up to survive.

Just when they were so tired that they almost wielded their swords and almost had no hope of survival, the sword rain gradually thinned out, and the sword momentum gradually eased down.

It's like a rainstorm, and the rain at the end is always gentle.

What they encountered was the sword rain at the end of the Immortal Killing Sword Array, and it seemed that they could still survive with it.

Most of the power of the Immortal Killing Sword Array was blocked, and the remaining sword rain could be said to be the end of the crossbow, and the two Daoists saw the hope of life.

Like a drowning man grasping at a straw, the two brothers were filled with joy in their hopeless hearts.

Rolling vitality poured out of their dantian, turning into energy in the meridian muscles, and their bodies were filled with strength again.

If you make a last-ditch effort, you may be able to get away with it.

The two brothers stood together, and I picked it up when you made a move, shattering and flying the remnants of the small sword that shot at a rapid pace.

Although it was a remnant of the sword rain, the ordinary Jindan monk would die in a snap of his fingers, and the pressure on the two Daoists was still very great.

Finally, only a few sparse swords from the sword rain passed by, and there were very few small swords coming from the front, and they were almost life-threatening.

The two Daoists also rarely sent out sword moves to slash the oncoming small swords, their chests rose and fell violently, and they were panting like oxen.

Almost alive and near, there are tears in their eyes, both joy and sadness, and their feelings are indescribably complicated.

The two brothers looked at each other, looking at each other's ragged clothes, torn in many places, like beggars, and all over his body with sharp blades and burns.

Their faces were filled with knowing smiles, and their smiles were full of bitterness.

Before, they accused each other of insisting on coming to Beiyuan, and they raised each other's bars in words, but now they have become nothing.

If it weren't for the good cooperation of the swordsmanship between each other, I would have taken it if you made a move, and barely blocked the sword rain, and either of the two people alone, they would not have survived.

Thanks to the sword rain after the Heart Protector was broken through, it was only the last one percent of the Immortal Killing Sword Array, otherwise where would the two of them still be alive.

The two of them raised their eyes and looked around, and the magnificent sword shadows that ran through the heavens and the earth around them were as usual, exuding a vast sword momentum that destroyed everything.

The two brothers both had desolate faces, the foundation of the Four Immortals Sword Formation had not been broken, and the next sword rain attacks were only afraid that they would be wave after wave, and it seemed that it was still a dead word.

The Four Immortals Sword Formation is so weird and dangerous, there are countless immortals who have fallen in it, although it is a formation of the condensation of the law, but it already implies the true rhyme of the real product, with the two of them The Yuanying Monk who is still only half-understood in the foundation of the formation, where can he understand the way to crack this array.

If you can't break the formation, you can only be attacked by wave after wave of sword formations, and in the end you will only die here, with no hope of survival.

The two brothers looked at each other and smiled miserably, not expecting that their monastic career would end like this.

In the abominable Chen Jianzhong, the Taiyuan Manifestation Saint Duobao Dao Monarch he summoned with the Dao method actually had such a terrifying magic weapon, which was simply unreasonable.

"Chen Jianzhong, if Poor Dao can get out, he will definitely kill you!" Chen Houzhao was bleeding from his body, and he raised his head and yelled wildly.

Chen Jianzhong's roar was heard far away, and there was no response, let alone an answer.

The space phantom light was agitated, the mist was surging, and it seemed to be calm, but the sword qi was rolling around the sky-piercing giant sword in the far sky around it, and the sword light was agitated, obviously brewing a new attack sword formation.

The two Taoists were helpless, they pondered, but they didn't have the slightest clue to break the formation, it was too far to fly over and break the formation flag, and they couldn't catch up with both ends in three days.

Or because of the overlapping space, they will never be able to fly to the end of the formation flag in their lifetime.

Can you only wait for death?

When everyone is hopeless in the end, why not wait for death!

Every day, countless lives are born, countless lives die, flowers bloom, and life and death are common.

Life and death are just reincarnation, and the heavens will not pity any living being.

In the face of the Heavenly Dao, life is so small.

Life is coming to an end, and Chen Houzhao has a lot of emotion in his heart.

Chen Houzhao raised his eyes to look in all directions, and said in a desolate tone: "Death is death, if you can bury your bones in Beiyuan with your brother, your brother will not be in vain!"

Chen Houxi clenched the sword in his hand, his eyes glowed with unyielding brilliance, and said: "Brother, why do you die lightly until the last moment! We cultivators want to fight for our lives with the sky!"

Chen Houzhao nodded and said, "It's a good sentence to fight for your life with the sky, Brother Xian is right, we can't give up!"