Among the thirteen buildings of the demon clan, there is no such thing as a spider building.

The Great Swordsman of Fengming, as one of the eight great swordsmen of the Bhikshu Country, is certainly not weak.

People who are not weak generally don't have a good temper, and the big swordsman doesn't seem to be a two-class person.

Although he didn't use 100% of his strength with this sword, he also used more than 80% of his strength.

The eight-armed monster neither dodged nor parried, but his sword suddenly stopped, but this was never his intention.

A colorless and transparent net is like a colorless and transparent wall, but it is not only a transparent wall, it is more hateful than a transparent wall.

Because his sword stabbed through, not only did it not stab the monster, but the sword in his hand was stuck to it, and he had to exert twelve points of strength to drag the sword out.

But if he really used twelve points of strength to draw that sword, his people would become extremely dangerous.

But he still has to draw his sword, because for a swordsman, the sword is his life.

He was already struggling to draw his sword, but the ruthless net clearly refused to let go easily.

On one of the hands of the eight-armed monster, something suddenly popped out, and that thing was also colorless and transparent.

But the more colorless and transparent something is, the more dangerous and deadly it tends to be. The current great swordsman is experienced, he is by no means a reckless man, but he doesn't even dodge.

The sword was stuck on the net, and it was impossible for him to swing it to block, but the thing was missed.

In the dark, there seems to be a strange force protecting him.

That force was not the seven swordsmen behind him, because none of them moved, and they didn't even blink their eyes, as if they knew that the Great Swordsman of the Wind Roar would not die, or that it had nothing to do with them if he died......

"Why are you crooked?" the eight-armed monster looked at him in surprise.

The Great Swordsman of the Wind Roar had already drawn his sword and asked with a sneer, "How?" as he swung his sword and stabbed at the monster.

He had already exerted enough strength this time, and even if there were thousands of threads of spider silk in the place where the long sword passed, it would be difficult to stop it again.

His sword fruit has magical powers, like the wind and clouds, destroying and smashing the huge net.

The long sword was still strong, and it went straight at the eight-armed monster.

Seeing that things were not good, the monster turned around, plucked onions from dry land, and went straight into the sky.

The great swordsman of the wind roared in anger, and chased after him with his sword.

He left, but no one knew if he would come back alive.

A tall and thin sword man said: "This spider spirit is scheming, and the wind and sound sword will definitely be more auspicious and less auspicious, a few, why don't you go and help?"

After he said this, two swordsmen had already followed.

There are five people left.

Suddenly, a huge spider web will fall from the sky, not Skynet, but better than Skynet.

Three of the five swordsmen suddenly jumped up, and the three swords broke through the air, smashing the cobweb.

Broken cobwebs accompanied by snowflakes fluttered and fell.

The three swordsmen landed, and another demon beast appeared.

This demon has a snake body, and its upper limbs are also like those of a human, with two hands, but the lower body is terrifyingly long, and the tail is still in the sky, but the head has reached the front of the prisoner car.

It held a sword in its left hand and a knife in its right, and the swords struck each other with a piercing crashing sound.

This harsh sound is harmless to the dead, and Nie Ya doesn't seem to be able to hear it, but even if he hears it, what can he do?

It's nothing more than a few candles in the flames of hell and a few handfuls of salt in a pot of boiling oil......

But the good people are different, the five swordsmen are all blocking their ears, and the pain is unbearable.

The monster's tail was far away, coiling around a big mountain, and it shook it hard, rolling up the majestic mountain, like a starfall, and smashed it into the prisoner cart and the five swordsmen guarding near the prisoner cart.

The three of them had already jumped up again, and the three swords ran through Changhong, smashing the mountain.

Then the momentum of the three swords turned sharply, and they slashed towards the demon beast. The demon beasts raised their swords together, and they fought against the three swordsmen.

The remaining two swordsmen were still guarding the prisoner car, and the tall and thin swordsman suddenly said: "The demon is afraid that there are reinforcements, so it is better to bring Nie Ya back first." ”

Another short swordsman nodded, grabbed the fence of the prisoner cart with his left hand, grabbed the wheel with his right hand, and lifted it up, and actually lifted the prisoner cart weighing a thousand catties, and ran like lightning, better than thunder.

The slender and tall swordsman will not be slower than him, the second swordsman has traveled a hundred miles away in the blink of an eye, the slender swordsman suddenly pulled out his long sword, the cold light was like a lightning bolt between the snowy mountains, the sharp light had not shot far, but the short swordsman had stopped.

The blood flowed down like pearls, and before it touched the ground, it had already condensed into ice.

His surprised eyes stared at the tall and lanky swordsman, as if he couldn't believe it.

He never even dreamed that the tall and thin swordsman would actually kill him.

With a bang, the prisoner cart fell to the ground and tumbled down the snowy mountain.

Nie Ya was on the cold mountain road, and he was only wearing a thin and torn clothes. His suffering, his pain, few people can understand......

The moment the corpse fell, the slender Jianhao had already caught the prisoner cart.

He moved the prisoner cart to the flat ground at the bottom of the hill and slowly lowered it.

Nie Ya looked at him straight, he also looked straight at Nie Ya, and the sword hero would never have imagined that Nie Ya knew everything about him.

It's just that sometimes it's better not to know if you know, such as Wu Dalang's "green hat" and Yue Fei's twelve gold medals......

Some people, some things, the victims can only watch.

The tall and thin swordsman suddenly took out a strange dagger from his arms, the blade was like a jagged tooth, and a strange totem was drawn on the tooth.

This totem Nie Tooth seemed familiar, but he had never seen it in this life.

The tall and thin swordsman shook the dagger, as if speaking to Nie Ya, and as if talking to himself, and said: "You must not have seen it yet, it is called the Soul Shattering Blade, and if you go down with one blade, it can not only destroy your body, but also destroy your soul, but I don't want to kill you, I just want to ask you for something......"

As he spoke, he opened the door of the prisoner car, pulled Nie Ya out of the prison car, threw it on the ground, and continued: "It's a pity that you are too strong, if I take off your spirit stone now, not only will you not give me that thing, but you will most likely kill me, I have no way to do it, the form is forced!"

He pressed Nie Ya's left hand, but Nie Ya could only watch.

The blood was flowing, and the voice of the sword hero sounded in his ears again, and said: "The index finger is connected to the sky, and the middle finger is grounded, as long as you abolish your two fingers, you will never be able to use the Dao technique again in the future......"

Those two fingers were still throbbing and twitching, but they could never get back to their bodies.

Nie Yan let out a low groan, he knew that after being destroyed by this Soul Shattering Blade, even if he used the snake spirit to regenerate, it would not be able to grow.

Immediately after that, the sword hero pressed his right hand again, he wanted to plead, he wanted to struggle, but he could only watch......

He pulled out a pillar of the spirit sealing stone, and seemed to feel that Nie Ya could already speak, so he said: "I have no grudge against you, as long as you tell me where the Black Dragon Dossier is, I will let you go." ”

Nie Yan groaned, as if he was saying something, but the voice was too low and too low, and the tall and thin sword hero really couldn't hear it clearly.

He pulled out another "crystal" pillar and said the same thing again, but Nie Yan's voice did not improve in the slightest, and he could only put his ear close to Nie Yan's mouth.

He wanted to hear clearly, but he didn't want to bite his ear.

He struggled to break free, but the shark-like teeth bit him to death, and as soon as he struggled, his ears left his head.

The angry swordsman jumped like thunder, covering his bleeding wounds, pointing at Nie Ya and scolding, but Nie Ya was laughing.

It was the hidest smile he had ever seen, and the bleakest and most desperate smile.

The index finger and middle finger of both hands have lost their teeth, he has long lost any hope for life, he knows that he is gone, rather than quietly waiting for death, aggrieved pleading, it is better to give the opponent a blow, so that he is also as painful, as desperate.

He wanted ears, and he could only find them by throwing Nie Ya's belly away.

His sword was already on its way to Nie Ya's belly, and Nie Ya could only wait.

Suddenly, a woman's thunderous roar came from the snow in the distance, shouting, "Stop!"

Tsing Yi swings, for Nie Ya, that is the most beautiful color.

He never dreamed that at such a critical juncture, someone would come to save him.