The wind is light and the night is one person and one sword, and its speed is as fast as a meteor, faster than the battle formation of the six foundation building monks. The swords of the two sides are like fireflies to the crescent moon, colliding in the blink of an eye. Ning Tingxue, Mo intercession, and Shen Chuishang's hearts jumped to their throats, and the vast majority of monks in Yunzhongtai were like this.

The boy and the little fox were quickly swallowed into the battle array. More than 2,000 monks of all sizes in Yunzhongtai inhaled together and spit out in unison.

"Ahh

The sound was still there, and all the monks looked up in unison.

But seeing a man and a fox, he drilled out from the center of the battle array, soared upward, and reached a height of dozens of zhang, the young man turned over and dived with a sword.

The two thousand exhaled in unison the stuffy breath that was holding in their chests. Sympathy for the weak mentality, everyone has it. He was unharmed, thus loosening his tense nerves. The young man did not take the opportunity to escape, but was fearless and continued to fight, many sword cultivators, wishing that the young man at this moment was himself.

It was the confrontation just now, Luan Jingyu only noticed that as soon as the sword momentum touched, an extremely faint blue flashed, and six long swords struck on it, and the sword momentum stagnated. One person and one fox flashed into the formation, the long sword swept by, the sword light was like water, pervasive, and the two foundation building monks had to avoid it, and the formation was chaotic. The boy and the little fox rushed into the sky.

There were six people in the battle formation, in a straight line, and Luan Jingyu was the arrow, flying into the air.

The wind is light and the night long sword splits, and the thirteen swords of the spring water Lingbo are rounded into one, striking the lightning and running to the stars, and Luan Jingyu's sword qi is instantly scattered, unstoppable. Fortunately, the young man was only a person who refined qi, and after defeating Luan Jingyu's sword qi, his sword momentum was exhausted, and he couldn't hurt anyone. Luan Jingyu was shocked by this sword, and the foundation monk behind him stepped out with his sword, the wind was light and the night was a little tiptoe, and the wind escape technique flashed to the cloud platform.

The young man who was standing, his face flushed, his chest heaving. The two confrontations consumed the true qi that was too huge.

Six people pounced, and the young man held the sword and went too.

The lone shadow was once again swallowed by the battle array.

The sword qi of the six people was staggered, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring.

More than 2,000 monks wailed.

As soon as they entered the formation, the slight blue light of the feather cicada clothes that made the fox cold flashed, protected the two of them, and poured a full bottle of pills into the mouth of the wind and light night. The wind was light and the night long sword swept away, and the flowing wind sword intent was integrated into the spring water Lingbo sword style, and in an instant, the power of the sword momentum, the wind and water rose, and the six people retreated ten zhang away.

The wind chased Luan Jingyu in the light night, and stabbed out with a sword, this guy only escaped.

The five people formed a formation, the attack was close, the wind was light and the night was a sword back, the sword momentum was like an angry sea, regardless of the battle array, and pursued Luan Jingyu in a row.

The sound of lamentation turned into the cheers of the mountains and the tsunami, accompanied by the image of the sword qi of the wind and the light night.

Although the young man came out with four swords, the monks who watched the observation were in a state of mind that fell together, a sorrow and a joy, not only four times? The Spring Water Lingbo Sword Style driven by the Flowing Wind Sword Intent was so powerful that it was more than four times as powerful.

The tide of battle suddenly changed. But into a battle array, a sword strike, several people were immediately defeated and disintegrated, scattered as clouds. Only the young man was left to drive away, and he only chased Luan Jingyu and did not let go, this guy was as anxious as a fly, and he was not far from the wind and light night saying "falling flowers and flowing water, fart and urine flowing".

In his spare time, the little fox stuffed a lot of pills into the young man's mouth, and every time this happened, Yun Zhongtai burst out laughing, which was originally nervous? Yun Zhongtai's one person and one fox came out with a sword, and the six people dispersed, and then chased after the six foundation building monks, like chasing ducks to the shelves.

Ning Tingxue was already full of tears, but her mouth was open.

Mo Wenqing grinned and said: "Qutu County, Chai Huangyang, if you don't save it, your precious junior brother will die." ”

The two turned around, and suddenly their backs were murderous, and they didn't dare to move any more. It was still Mo Wenqing who was talking with a smile: "Half a step more, Shen Daoyou and I will attack and kill you both." ”

"Er dare!" said the Jindan monk from Qutu County in a cold voice.

"Hehe, what's not to dare? It's a big deal to go to the south, the world is so big, why the two of us?"

Qu Tujun and Chai Huangyang slowly turned around, and said in a deep voice: "Don't ask for mercy, Shen Chuishang, do you really want to make enemies against the Gaoyang Sword Sect?"

Ning Tingxue said lightly: "Could it be that the Gaoyang Sword Sect of the Hun Kingdom is covering the sky with one hand?"

At this moment, above the clouds, the voice of the sudden tyranny fell like thunder on the cloud platform: "Kill or don't kill, it's annoying to death! Don't move, Xing Ye robs!"

Immediately after, lightning pierced the space, and an object smashed on the platform in the clouds, shaking the ground.

More than 2,000 monks were shocked. In the center of the venue, insert a five-zhang long iron rod, engraved with an inscription, it is "falling into the sky to seize the stars", which is the real magic weapon of the Yuan Infant shouting in the sky.

This person kicked the ground with both feet, and with the same shock, the Yuan Infant Realm opened, and the power of coercion directly locked towards the Jindan monk on the viewing platform. This man wore a tattered felt hat, which was worn diagonally, covering half of his face, his beard was forked, and the other half of his face was very dusty, and a garment was torn in tatters.

Feng Qingye thought secretly: "Whose sword qi abused him like this?"

This Yuanying real person looked at the young man and the little fox, and shouted to himself: "Xing Ye robs! rob wealth and color, rob treasure and not rob life! Eleven Jindan monks stay, and the rest of the shrimp and millet, how far and how far to roll!"

Nie Shangyuan, as the head of the Heavenly Sect, has experienced a lot of storms, and when he heard that "robbing treasures does not rob lives", he felt a little calmer, and instructed Yunzhongtai to build a foundation and refine qi: "The real person has a word, why don't you leave quickly?"

More than 2,000 people, like an edict, fled in panic.

Luan Jingyu wanted to leave, this "Star Master", grabbed by the void, turned the true yuan into a rope, and tied him: "The star master has three hatreds in his life, hates spirit stones, hates monks, and hates demon cultivation." You said 'Sword of the Demon Sect' before, with the word 'Demon', and you can't leave. ”

Feng Qingye smiled and asked, "Am I not able to leave?"

"Star Master" Dayue praised and said: "Good boy, sensible." Xing Ye likes it. ”

But he said that Luan Jingyu shouted: "Let me go quickly! Otherwise, my grandfather will not spare you!"

The wind is light and the heart is "whining" at night. "Star Master" stretched out his finger to Luan Jingyu Dantian, this heart-rending wail. A lifetime of cultivation was ruined in one fell swoop, and the path of cultivating the truth was interrupted from then on.

"Xing Ye" said gloomily: "I have robbed all the twenty countries in the Southern Regions, and I have conquered the world, and I am afraid that the Yuanying real person in the corner of the Northern Wilderness will threaten, ridiculous! Haha, ridiculous! If you talk more, you will unscrew off your skull!"

Qutu County and Chai Huangyang, not far away, don't dare to move.

Yuan Ying Zhenren was keenly aware of the changes in the qi on the field, and looked at it with one eye, but saw Ning Tingxue holding a sword talisman in his hand, walking to the side of the wind and light night.

The young man beckoned: "Brother Shen, Sister Mo, you two also come over." ”

"Xing Ye" was so curious that he asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

Ning Tingxue raised his sword talisman.

Feng Qingye stretched out his hand, led Ning Tingxue, and said: "Robbing wealth does not rob color, robbing treasure does not rob life." What are we afraid of? You don't have the intention of killing, and you are not afraid. ”

Hearing this, "Star Master" nodded and said, "Girl, take the sword talisman." Hehe, Xing Ye is even the number one sword cultivator in the world...... Well, look at this affection, it won't hurt a single hair of yours. Hey, that guy with a wood and a bony guy, come here. ”

Feeling the warmth of the young man's palm, Ning listened to the snow gradually calming down. I just feel that even the group of "star masters" in front of me also face it calmly.