In the headquarters of the Overseas Immortal Alliance, several Jindan real people have no faces, they are all among the best figures in the sect, and their status in the overseas immortal cultivation world is very important, but today, the strength of the people can't keep the little demon god, if it is spread out, it will definitely be shameless. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sect where these people are hiding is lonely overseas, whether it is the Seven Great Sects or the Seven Saints Against the Heavens, it is a very distant thing for them, and they thought that the strength of the Overseas Immortal Alliance was not weaker than one of them.

But what happened today has turned everyone's concept upside down, the little demon god is only in the Jindan realm, he can resist the siege of four or five of them, and even escape under the attack of Yuanying Sword Cultivator, if the Seven Saints of the Anti-Heaven are all such strong men, what a terrible force it will be.

"It looks like it's time for us to change our perspective. ”

Once upon a time, the Overseas Immortal Alliance followed the Six Wisdom Saints, once threatening the dominance of the Seven Great Sects, at that time it was indeed the peak state of the Overseas Immortal Alliance, after the defeat, although it took hundreds of years to recover, but without the leadership of the Six Wisdom Saints, the overseas Immortal Alliance at this time has lost its original strength.

The Seven Saints of the Anti-Heaven have such a character as the Little Demon God, and what a terrifying existence is it to suppress the Seven Great Sects that are dead?

Just as everyone was thinking in their hearts, a sword light rose from the ground, and the severe cold light illuminated the surroundings brightly.

"Enemy attack. ”

The status present was all Jindan Zhenren, who had been famous for a long time, and he could see that this sword light had an extraordinary origin, and it was not something that any of them could resist.

The sword light flew and stabbed at Guanzhongyu, who was far away from everyone.

Guan Zhongyu roared angrily, blood spilled the earth, and the magic weapon in his hand was pierced by the flying sword, and the flying sword did not stop, piercing his body.

A sword, the crown of the jade died.

The sword light dissipated, revealing a Jindan real person in a white robe and a white sword, this person looked indifferent, his eyes were indifferent, and the breath on his body was pure, like the air after the spring rain, and like a baby.

"Yuanying Sword Cultivation!"

Zhuo Xuecheng exclaimed, as a sword cultivator, he knew very well the terrifying nature of Yuanying Sword Cultivation, and he alone could easily kill all the Jindan real people on the scene.

"Senior brother, please help. ”

Zhuo Xuecheng shouted loudly, the headquarters of the Overseas Immortal Alliance, there is usually a Yuanying real person in charge, who usually takes a turn, and today it happens to be the turn of Wu Zong of the Flying Shadow Sword Sect.

The white-robed sword cultivator didn't say a word, swung his sword and struck, and a large amount of sword light poured out like a tide, covering Zhuo Xuecheng, Ding Xuansu and Song Zhengyi.

The light and shadow on Zhuo Xuecheng's body flickered, and the sword light overlapped and spread, looking like huge wings woven of feathers from a distance, this sword wing was nearly twenty meters, and it was almost cloudy and sun-shaking.

The sword wings swept and surrounded Zhuo Xuecheng in the center, resisting the sword light of the white-robed sword cultivator, but as soon as the tide-like sword light rushed, the sword wings suddenly shattered, submerging Zhuo Xuecheng.

"This is the Dripping Divine Sword of the Imperial Sword Xuan!" Zhuo Xuecheng was dying himself, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, recognizing this deadly sword light.

The air behind Song Zhengyi twisted and rotated, opening a huge black hole, and countless snow-bright sword lights shot out inside, as if tens of thousands of long swords stretched out from behind him, resisting the attacking sword light.

Qiankun mixed hole sword qi, with a lot of power, when encountering opponents of the same realm, it has always been invincible, but today's opponent is Yuanying Sword Cultivation.

The sword light of the Dripping Divine Sword paused slightly, and then continued to wash down, and the Qiankun Mixed Hole Sword Qi was immediately dissolved, and Song Zhengyi's body burst out with bloody light, and then was submerged by the tide-like sword light.

"Escape to the heavens!"

Ding Xuansu, who was surrounded by the sword light, desperately took out a piece of arithmetic chip, threw it to the ground, and disappeared before being overwhelmed by the sword light.

At this moment, it was only ten breaths since Zhuo Xuecheng said for help, but the four Jindan real people died and fled, and they were ruined.

"Imperial Sword Xuan thief, take your life!"

No matter how fast Wu Zong was, he couldn't save Zhuo Xuecheng, and the angry sword light came in an instant and landed in front of the white-robed sword cultivator.

"Master Wu, this person is arrogant, he dares to kill him, don't let him go. ”

Ding Xuansu is the sect leader of the Xianyi faction, although the attack power of this sect is not strong, but it is good at all kinds of divine calculations, and the spells to get out are also first-class.

At this moment, Ding Xuansu escaped with his life, his face was still extremely pale, it was the first time in his life that he was so close to death, and several fellow Taoists had just talked, and at this moment he had died tragically on the spot, which made his heart palpitate.

"Dripping Divine Sword, from the Supreme Sword Codex, you are a person from the Imperial Sword Xuan, why did you come to my overseas Immortal Alliance to kill people?"

Wu Zong is the head of a sect, and he is also the elder of the Overseas Immortal Alliance, so he naturally knows the attitude of the Seven Great Sects towards the Overseas Immortal Alliance, and now someone has broken into the door to kill people, and the situation is a little strange.

"Hey, the Overseas Immortal Alliance colluded with the Seven Saints of the Heavens, everyone was punished, my Seven Great Sects and the Heaven Killers were incompatible, do you still need a reason to kill you?"

The white-robed monk didn't agree with a word, and immediately made a move, the speed of the flying sword was extremely fast, and it actually condensed the sword light into a point, the front was round and the back was sharp, like a drop of water, which also matched the description of the dripping sword.

Wu Zong's eyes narrowed, his clothes were stirred by the air current, and the shadow on the ground gradually faded, and finally disappeared.

A pitch-black figure stood upright in the air, as if Wu Zong's shadow was rising from the ground, only to see the figure stretch out his arms, hold the flying sword in his hand, and rush forward with a fit.

The figure controlled the flying sword, incredibly fast, and one of them turned into a black line, colliding with the sword light like a drop of water.

The Shadow Imperial Sword is a secret method of swordsmanship that Wu Zong has penetrated through the Thirteen Ways Shadow Divine Sword Technique, and the speed surpasses light and shadow, and it is extremely powerful.

There was a slight pop, and the pitch-black figure twisted in pain, and blood flowed, and the sword light like water droplets flew backwards.

This scene is evenly divided, the white-robed sword cultivator is the same as Wu Zong, both are Yuanying sword cultivators.

Wu Zong can be sure that the other party must be the person of the Imperial Sword Xuan, there are very few Yuanying Sword Cultivators in the overseas immortal cultivation world, he knows everyone, and the faces that pop out in front of him, except for the Imperial Sword Xuan, it is impossible for there to be such a powerful Yuanying Sword Cultivator.

"Demons are outside, it's not a pity to kill them. ”

The white-robed sword cultivator continued to move, and the flying sword flashed, turning into a cool stream of water, flowing along the surroundings of Wu Zong, seemingly crystal bright, but in fact, under the beautiful appearance, there was a terrifying killing.

Wu Zong played a few spells, the figure stopped bleeding, and then kept squirming, turning into a black shadow to wrap the flying sword inside, and the light of the sword body was swallowed up, turning into a pitch-black shadow sword.

The shadow sword was dark, even if it was illuminated, it would not have the slightest reflection, but was engulfed by the sword body, and the entire shadow sword exuded a lifeless aura.

The shadow sword flew out and slashed at the current, and on the eve of the collision, the sword body instantly separated into dozens of branch-like spikes, stabbing the water stream violently, fixing the sword light in the center.

The white-robed sword cultivator hooked his fingers, and the water suddenly burst open, scattering into countless round water droplets, which were of different sizes, but they all surrounded each other.

The water droplets rolled in, shrunk inward, shattering the shadow sword in the center, and then countless water droplets gathered and condensed into a fist-sized ball of water, falling towards Wu Zong's chest.

Wu Zong's face began to blur, and it turned out to be light and transparent, from a big living person to a phantom, and the water balloon passed through the phantom.

In the other corner of the headquarters, Wu Zong's figure appeared, and he opened his mouth to speak, when suddenly a sword tip came out of his mouth, and blood beads rolled around on it.

The white-robed sword cultivator withdrew the flying sword expressionlessly, looked back at the empty ground thoughtfully, and then nodded, and the sword disappeared. (To be continued.) )