The lean man with the eight-character beard was holding a sword, the handle was extremely long, and he held a wheel in both hands, and the ten-zhang space around him was shrouded in an incomparably cold silver light.

The three sword cultivators joined the team of the crazy old man and the high-hat dwarf, and the five masters shot in unison, causing Fang Dong to become embarrassed and flee.

"Qingzhou, I don't think the situation is good, with these five people, I'm afraid we won't be able to get a chance. ”

Yue Qianjun was not without worries, since the appearance of the five Mahayana sword cultivators, it was like a scorching sun falling from the sky, and the rest of the sword cultivators were reduced to the stars set off, and all the light was obscured.

The attack of any one of them faintly touched the attack power of the Tribulation level, surpassing that of any of the sword cultivation teams present.

Originally, the five people of Qingzhou formed the Demon Sword Formation, and they had the power to injure Fang Dongji, and they were also among the best in the sword cultivation team that was chasing and killing, and they were quite arrogant in their hearts, thinking that they belonged to the upstream.

However, after seeing these five Mahayana sword cultivators, Qing Zhou felt like a basin of cold water was poured on him, and his mind suddenly cleared up, it turned out that there was a heaven outside the sky, there were people outside the people, and there were Mahayana sword cultivators, far above themselves.

Qing Zhou's feeling is the deepest, he is now in the middle of the Mahayana period, there are only two small realms away from them, and he has the top sword avenue, and he is even more touchable, with the help of the cloud and bird pattern of the magic weapon world, he will refine and reorganize his sword dao, which can be said to be unstoppable.

But the five people in front of them have cultivated their respective kendo to the peak, and when they make moves, they lift their weights lightly, and they will leave as soon as they dip into it, and if they fall into the air, it will be fine, but if they really want to hit the Chinese side, they will immediately burst out with earth-shattering power, even if the sword slave can be infinitely reborn, it still consumes a lot of strength, and only cares about bowing his head and fleeing.

Qing Zhou watched Fang Dong gradually embarrassed, his heart did not relax in the slightest, it can be said that any sword cultivator present, no one knows the sword slave and the sword demon better than him.

Fang Dong gradually seemed to be at a disadvantage, becoming a water dog who was beaten everywhere, in fact, the hole cards had not yet been played, as long as he launched the last move, he could turn the situation around in an instant.

Sure enough, Fang Dong gradually lowered his head and fled, his eyes flickering with a trace of blood, as time passed, the blood light slowly filled his pupils, and then thick blood qi gushed out from his facial features.

In an instant, the void was filled with the stench of blood, and this stench flowed smoothly, and all the sword cultivators present couldn't help but cover their noses, but unfortunately this stench penetrated deep into the spirit level, and it couldn't be separated.

Qing Zhou's brows furrowed slightly, and then he was overjoyed, Fang Dong gradually couldn't help it, and still made the last move.

Although the final hole card is powerful, it is now under the East and can't wait to use it, and it is obvious that it has been approached to the point of exhaustion.

As long as he survives this wave, Fang Dong will definitely die.

Endless blood qi and foul stench poured out from Fang Dong's body, as if there was a bottomless pit in his body.

These blood qi condensed but did not disperse, converging above Fang Dong's head, changing into countless scarlet bat phantoms, and soon the number of bats reached a terrifying 10 billion.

"The blood sacrifice began. The silver-armored swordsman spoke, his silver scales trembling all over.

"What?" exclaimed the crazy old man, the high-hatted gnome, and the mustache.

As the top existence in the sword cultivator, they all know the inside story, the sword slave killed and killed the sword cultivator, in order to kill 100,000 sword cultivators, launch 100,000 blood sacrifices, and tear open the mouth to go to the Nine Heavens Sword Realm.

However, Fang Dong gradually killed all the way, and he only killed less than 70,000 sword cultivators, which was not enough to launch a blood sacrifice.

The mysterious woman in the black robe spoke, and a pleasant sound came from her pointed chin, "It's not a complete blood sacrifice, we drove the dog into the poor alley, and Fang Dong has been gradually pressed." ”

Grinding Sword Tianzun recorded in the screen that incomplete blood sacrifice is the last resort of the sword demon, if the enemy is too strong, the sword slave and the sword demon will not be able to resist it together, so they will release blood in advance, forming an incomplete blood sacrifice, and attracting the power of the Nine Heavens Sword Realm.

Tens of billions of blood-shadow bats turned into blood-stranded roots, intertwined into a huge blood-colored jade, and then fell behind Fang Dongji.

Qing Zhou could see clearly, the blood-colored jade slowly rotated, and countless blood threads flew on it, intertwined into a mysterious pattern, but the most crucial part was missing, so it could not completely open the passage.

The blood-colored jade is the passage to the Nine Heavens Sword Realm, if you gather the life blood and qi of 100,000 sword cultivators, you can open up the Nine Heavens Sword Realm in an instant.

But now, Fang Dongjian had only scraped together enough 70,000 blood deeds, and the condensed blood-colored jade could only borrow the power of the Nine Heavens Sword Realm, and he had not been able to completely break through the barriers.

Fang Dong gradually straightened up, and the blood-colored jade behind his back suddenly stretched out dozens of blood vessels, piercing his back, and then sending a large amount of transparent liquid.

Next, Fang Dong's body gradually swelled, his pale face became more and more ruddy, and the injuries he had been chased by the five great sword cultivators began to heal.

"His breath was rising sharply. ”

"It was still the early stage of Mahayana, but now it is the middle stage of Mahayana, and I am afraid that in a moment or three, it will be on par with us. ”

The five great sword cultivators looked solemn, and they all saw that Fang Dong was getting anxious and desperate, launching forbidden moves, and the longer the time dragged on, the more unfavorable it would be for them.

So, five people shot at the same time.

In an instant, the entire space was filled with sword light, these five people were all the pinnacle of sword cultivation, and their control of the way of the sword reached the limit of creation, even if they had not been specially rehearsed before, they cooperated with each other, but they had a rare tacit understanding.

The five waves of attacks shot at the same time, not only did they fail to collide with each other and weaken, but there was a kind of smell of fire borrowing the wind to promote each other's growth, and when they hit Fang Dongji's body, they were already five attacks comparable to robbery.

Fang Dong gradually raised his head, spread out his hands, and spit out two sword tips from his palms, and then the sword body gradually lengthened, leaving a trace of blood on Xue Liang's sword body.

In the face of the attack of the five people, Fang Dong's hands gradually rotated around, and the two long swords rotated like fans, and the sword light condensed and turned into a round of aura.

The crisp sound of the gold and iron clash was endless, and countless fragments flew in all directions, instantly enveloping Fang Dongjian and the five great sword cultivators.

After a long time, the dust settled, and everyone finally saw the result of this fight.

Fang Dong's whole body was lifted up, the flesh and blood of the whole body were blurred, and even his chest and abdomen were pierced, through the conspicuous light.

The five sword cultivators of the crazy old man were also swept away by the aftermath of the sword qi and received serious injuries of varying degrees.

The mad old man's flower clothes were mostly torn apart, revealing his lean body, and under the flower clothes, he was wearing a sharkskin vest.

The high-hat dwarf curled up in the aftermath and hid in the huge high-hat.

This high hat seems to be unremarkable, but it was impacted by countless sword qi, only stirring up dust, and after the muffled sound, the dwarf walked out with a pale face, although the high hat was sharp at the moment, but the shock wave still reached him, fortunately, the internal injuries were not conspicuous.

The silver-armored swordsman, holding the giant sword of the door panel, picked it up like a fan, shattering most of the sword qi, but the remaining fish that slipped through the net still bombarded his whole body, and under the broken scales and silver armor, iron-black skin was exposed.