Chapter 110: The Three Great Sword Sects

"Let me come!" the middle-aged man of the Qingcheng Sword Sect roared, and at the same time, it was also a kind of respect for Mo Yuxuan. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

This Wu Yuancheng of the Qingcheng Sword Sect was full of anger, you must know that one of the people who died before was his own grandson, and he didn't dare to make a move because of the power of the thunderbolt, but now it is different, in his eyes, Zhao Haochen, who has no thunderbolt, is a lamb that has been waiting to be slaughtered.

Mo Yuxuan smiled and dodged to the side.

He was really happy in his heart, and now someone came out to test it, he was still planning how to throw this job to a certain sect, and now another one has jumped out, which is really good.

He knew a lot about Zhao Haochen, and his power was definitely not just the level of the early stage of the Desolate Yuan Realm.

With a roar, Wu Yuancheng immediately held a knife and killed Zhao Haochen, and the endless gale roared wildly, turning into an angry dragon and sweeping towards Zhao Haochen.

The long sword in Zhao Haochen's hand came out of his hand and stabbed towards the head of the dragon without any flower stand.

This move was beyond everyone's expectations, Wu Yuancheng never expected that Zhao Haochen would throw out the long sword in his hand.

Sword cultivation, the sword is in the people, and the sword is dead.

It was not a wise choice to abandon the sword in battle, but Zhao Haochen did so.

Wu Yuancheng didn't react for a while, but when he saw the long sword that stabbed over, he was overjoyed, he was really a rookie, with his high-level cultivation in the Desolate Yuan Realm, he could definitely abuse this guy.

His head turned slightly to the right, dodging the stabbing long sword, and he was thinking about how to break Zhao Haochen in his mind.

The Shang Dynasty had the punishment of cannon branding, I don't know if this kid can bear it?

Or, feed the snakes?

Wu Yuancheng still shook his head in his heart and denied his thoughts.

With a handsome appearance, this handsome little face is really a little obsessed, and this sturdy little body is also very good, that guy must like it.

That's right, just sell him to that kind of place, let him survive and not die, and he can still fold it from time to time, how good.

Thinking of this, the wisp of lewd smile on the corner of his mouth was revealed.

You know, in that kind of place, Wu Yuancheng shuddered coldly.

The male style is especially prosperous, and the men of the Tomb Sect like men, especially the head of the sect is also quite handsome, but I don't know how many men under him have lost their virility since then, and they will still be subjected to his various law-abiding breaches every day.

It can only be described in one word, terrible, perverted.

The lewd smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more vigorous, but he didn't notice the danger coming.

When throwing the long sword in his hand, Zhao Haochen's right hand habitually touched the hilt of the soft sword at his waist, and with a snort, an extremely thin blood line appeared between Wu Yuancheng's throat.

All this was completed in just a moment, without the slightest pause, Zhao Haochen's movements were like flowing water, with a touch of elegance.

The blood line gradually enlarged and magnified in Wu Yuancheng's ** expression......

The head that rolled to the ground, its eyes narrowed into a line, and the lewd smile froze on its face.

"Senior Uncle, Senior Uncle!" The disciples of the Qingcheng Sword Sect saw this bloody scene, their eyes were stunned, and then the sound of crying and shouting filled the place.

"You three sword sects go up together, you will definitely not be able to leave here alive today!" Zhao Haochen's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand to point at the people of the three major sword sects, and his eyes were full of anger.

Today, it is necessary to sacrifice the dead souls with the blood of the three factions, and comfort the souls of the town's residents in the sky.

This is the first land in his heart, or can he call it his homeland.

No one is allowed to destroy it here, otherwise, then pay with your life.

The people of the three major sword sects glanced at each other, and there was also a cold look in their eyes, the Huangyuan Realm could not represent the sect, it was a pity to die one, but it was absolutely impossible to shake the determination of the three major sword sects, on the contrary, this would only force them, so the dog jumped the wall when he was in a hurry, and the rabbit bit when he was in a hurry.

"Kill!"

The men in the early stage of the Hongyuan Realm, led by the Qingyun Sword Sect, gave an order, and the three major sword factions all attacked, and as soon as they made a move, they chose the most powerful sword formation, and the three major sword formations joined forces to strangle.

The three major sword factions pressed towards Zhao Haochen in a triangular shape, and dozens of long swords were strangled together, like ten thousand swords dancing, where the sword array passed, the sword chant was still the same, and the huge sword intent in the air did not disperse for a long time.

The three long dragons of swords carried boundless anger, as if they wanted dragons to make trouble in the sea, rolling and tumbling.

The dragon's big mouth composed of four long swords, Sen Han's sweat-wiping key struck at Zhao Haochen, and at the same time, the tails of the other two dragons were also strangled towards Zhao Haochen.

The eight long swords roared angrily, and for a while, on the ground, flying sand and rocks, and the trees in the distance appeared one after another distinct sword marks, which were hideous and eye-catching.

Many sects such as the Heavenly Poison Sect and the Immortal Clothes Pavilion all retreated to the side, and the blades, long whips and other weapons in their hands were all set up in front of them, for fear that they would be swept away by the roaring sword qi, and they would be about to cry.

Zhao Haochen's soft sword swept and exchanged blows with the dragon head of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, the sword roared, and then the palm of his hand suddenly slammed into the body of a disciple.

However, at this time, the two dragon tails swept by, one in front of the other, and the two dragon bodies faintly wrapped Zhao Haochen, and the surrounding space was densely covered with that dense long sword.

Mo Yuxuan's expression was with a hint of a smile, and he looked at Zhao Haochen with great interest to see how he was going to resolve this move.

The three major sword factions attacked together, and even they didn't dare to fight easily.

However, Zhao Haochen has the soul of a sword, and he has the mind of a hundred battles, although he feels that this move is very lethal, but there is still a glimmer of life.

After Jianzi's reminder, his mind calmed down, and at this moment, he gave everyone the impression that he was stupid, no longer resisting, and waiting for death to come.

But is that really the case?

Ye Lin's eyes shrouded in black robes burst out with two rays of light, looking, without saying a word, Mo Yuxuan stood quietly aside, as if he didn't care about the outcome of the victory, Ye Qingling's two fingers and eyes were like spotlights, staring at the battlefield deadly, not knowing what was going on in those misty eyes.

Zhao Haochen's legs bent, and then his legs kicked the ground suddenly, and the huge thrust made him like an arrow off the string, his whole body flew upward, and the long sword in his hand danced one sword flower after another in his hand.

Just as he was about to get out of this sword array, in an inconspicuous corner, a mysterious hand attached a small crossbow, and with a whoosh, a cold arrow pierced Zhao Haochen's chest.

In an instant, Zhao Haochen's body was densely covered with dozens of hideous and eye-catching scars, and red blood gushed out from her body.

Zhao Haochen's gaze fell on Zhuge Yanyun's body.