"Bang!"

"Boom..."

"Ah!!h

Shout!

Explosions!

Cursing!

Screams!

Mixed voices!

Shi Xiaohai's heart is very cold. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Izumo disciples in front of them, who were covered in injuries, threw their beloved flying swords into the sky with all their strength as they approached the sorcerer's white bone boats!

They all held the sword trick in both hands, and at the moment when the flying sword flew away with a scream, the sword trick formed by the straightening of the index finger and middle finger was suddenly inserted into the temple!

Suddenly, they all slammed, and their bodies exploded into a cloud of blood mist! The blood mist condensed into a blood sword more than three feet long, and stabbed towards the group of sorcerer white bone flying boats in front of them!

The blood swords that they condensed from their bodies were extremely fast. The moment they stabbed the witch's white bone flying boat, they exploded one after another! The blood sword exploded with great power, and three or five blood swords exploded and the witchman's white bone flying boat was blown apart!

For a while, the sky was full of blood mist!

The sorcerer's group of white bone flying boats shattered and fell in the explosion of the blood sword!

The sorcerers who flew around the Bone Flying Boat screamed in the explosion and turned into a part of the blood mist!

"Return to Jianzhou! Rush to Muran City!"

The third sword closed his eyes in pain, blood and tears in his eyes...

Shi Xiaohai looked at the lonely back of the third sword, and looked up in his heart!

He admired this seemingly ruthless third sword, and made this most timely decision in a ruthless manner. Even at this last moment, he didn't forget to speak out to transfer the resentment of the remaining Izumo disciples towards him. Because, he wants to keep the blood hatred of these Izumo disciples and vent it to Muran City, where the unknown situation occurs!

The Izumo disciples who flew outside the sword boat returned to the five sword boats one after another according to the order.

The atmosphere was very depressing, and the eyes of the Izumo disciples who had bitten out their teeth were blood-red!

Zheng Xiang, who collapsed in the cabin, cried in a low voice...

Gu Wu's legs trembled terribly, he was already timid, he had always been spoiled, where did he pass through such a bloody battlefield. He trembled, clasped his shoulders with both hands, and leaned on Shi Xiaohai, who was still calm.

Shi Xiaohai poured out two pills of the Jingyuan Pill given by the first sword and forcibly stuffed them into Zheng Xiang's mouth.

patted Zheng Xiang, who was crying heavily, on the shoulder. At such times, his throat tightened, and he couldn't think of anything to say comfortingly. Just patted Zheng Xiang's shoulder like this.

The medicinal power of Jing Yuan Dan was extraordinary, and Shi Xiaohai watched the blood stains on Zheng Xiang's eyebrows slowly heal, leaving only a red scar, and his heart eased slightly.

The sword boat full of repression and hatred is very fast.

The whining wind is stirring the hearts of the people on the boat who are about to explode.

"Second, remember what you said..."

The third sword, with a trembling voice, broke the oppression and dead silence.

The second dark sword looked at the many flying swords that surrounded the blood mist and groaned sadly, until the blood mist turned into a rain of blood and disappeared, and those mournful flying swords gathered into a dense formation and flew towards Izumo Peak. The sea of heavenly swords there is their home, and it is the destination of these heroic spirits...

Closing his eyes in pain, the voice of the second dark sword hoarse.

"If Muran City is as you say, I will do what it is ordered..."

The third sword still didn't look back, just nodded and mum, which was a reply.

The speed of the sword boat was twice as fast as when it came, and at this moment, Muran City was already in sight!

Looking at the scene in the distance, the people on the sword boat got up one after another, not so much because their morale was like a rainbow, but because they urgently needed to vent the blood hatred in their hearts.

"Unsheathed!"

The third sword suddenly shouted!

Shi Xiaohai's eyesight is very good, and under staring, his heart is shocked.

I saw that Muran City in the distance lit up with a bright and dazzling light mask, and the nine-hundred-zhang high giant sword was broken and hung above the light mask.

A small-looking figure stood on the hilt of the behemoth's Killing Sword. The small figure commanded the giant sword, and from time to time swept out a series of boundless sword rays.

This sword is huge and sharp, and everywhere the sword goes, those strangely shaped flying boats and small figures flying. Like a wind sweeping away leaves, it was annihilated in the huge sword.

Far away, the huge sound of the sword groaning of the Killing Sword had already made Shi Xiaohai's ears hurt!

There was no sound in the sword boat, only the sound of the sword being drawn.

"Second, escort the guests back to the mountain!"

The third sword held the Izumo decree and shouted categorically.

The second Darksword tried to say and stopped, but in the end he couldn't get those words out.

He replied, "Second Order!"

The Izumo disciples faithfully carried out the decree given by the third sword, and the Izumo disciples in the cabin flew out of the sword boat one after another, and even the third sword flew to the nearby sword boat.

And those Izumo disciples who couldn't fly gathered on the sword boat that Shi Xiaohai was riding. With such an appearance, he was not prepared to let these disciples who had not even condensed the golden pill participate in the unpredictable battle of life and death ahead.

Zheng Xiang looked at the scene of Muran City in the distance, and said with a worried face: "Second Senior Uncle! I want to go down! Let me go down!!"

The second dark sword had a solemn face and did not reply. Just bend down and press that left hand to the center of the formation at the head of the boat.

Under his control, the sword boat flew away from the sword boat cluster and flew quickly towards Izumo Peak!

"Let me go!"

"Uncle Shi!"

"I beg you!!"

Zheng Xiang wept bitterly and pleaded.

The second dark sword's face was very ugly, and his fierce eyes looked at Zheng Xiang, who was in a state of confusion, and his face was full of disappointment.

Shi Xiaohai's heart jumped when he was seen by this fierce look, and he hurriedly pulled Zheng Xiang behind him, and said again and again: "Brother Zheng, the third sword has a decree, don't make trouble." ”

Zheng Xiang glanced at Mu Ran Cheng from afar with a complicated expression, closed his eyes in pain, and was silent.

Gu Wu looked left and right, looking at the silent Izumo disciples, and looked at Shi Xiaohai with expectant eyes.

Shi Xiaohai was rescued twice by Gu Wu in the underground palace of the Corpse God Sect, and he felt a lot closer to him. Although this big fat man is a little timid and cowardly, his heart is not bad.

Seeing him like this, Shi Xiaohai nodded, straightened up and said, "Fellow Izumo Daoists." ”

The dozen or so Izumo disciples in the cabin of the sword boat who were silent heard Shi Xiaohai's voice and looked at each other.

Shi Xiaohai cleared his throat and said, "Fellow Izumo Daoists, when I escaped from the underground palace, I heard a message from my enemy who had a deep hatred in the sea of blood. ”

"I believe that according to my blood feud with him, this news that he spoke in anger should still be credible. ”

Suddenly, the dozen or so Izumo disciples straightened their bodies, and their minds were all gathered on Shi Xiaohai.

Shi Xiaohai was a little nervous, and a little uncomfortable with this feeling of being in full view. He didn't know how to boost morale, so he could only refer to the behavior of the third sword and say the following words.

"Ten days later, the enemy may attack Izumo Mine. ”

Suddenly, a group of dejected Izumo disciples were furious, and they all looked extremely angry.