Where the bell passed, those monks seemed to have seen the enemy who killed their father, regardless of their own life and death, Nangong Ying also turned the blade of the sword, only attacking but not defending, the sword was cold, vertical and horizontal, and in an instant, the two monks around him were cut into minced meat, and Dongfang Qi's famous sword Xiuba was inseparable. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's you!"

Tianhe stared at Nangong Ying deadly, while he was killing, he was also counterattacked by two people on the verge of death, and one of the swords pierced his chest.

If it were an ordinary person, such an injury would be enough to go to the king of Hades, but Nangong Ying's body was like ink condensation, and when the long sword was forced out of the body, the ripples were flashing, and it was intact in the blink of an eye.

Such a scene, Tianhe had seen when the demons invaded Kunlun Mountain, and the three swords of the Moon Shadow Company at that time were also so calmly recovered.

"Quick!"

The corners of Tianhe's mouth had overflowed with blood, and the meridians in his body were burning like fire, and the excessive load drained all the spiritual power in his body, and at this time, he could no longer continue to maintain the operation of the Phantom God Bell.

"Guru Padmasambhava's Six Vajra Mantras, Array!"

Wu Neng's hands quickly formed the inner binding seal, and between the low and angry shouts, the spiritual power around his body gradually turned gentle, filled with a sense of compassion and love, and his bearing was quiet and peaceful, as if he was naturally integrated with heaven and earth.

Stealth?

Tianhe looked down and observed his hands, which were obviously in front of him, and he could feel the kinetic energy, but he couldn't see it, which was really wonderful.

Wu Neng's voice was a little weak and urgent, and he said, "Don't use your spiritual power, and don't have too many mood swings, otherwise we will all be exposed." ”

Losing the containment of the Phantom God Bell, the remnants of the monks regained their clarity one after another, and Nangong Ying angrily sprinkled all his anger on the famous sword Xuan Ming in his hand, and beat Dongfang Qi all over his body, and did not escape. The rest of the scattered cultivators present were also killed by other famous swords in a matter of moments.

"Thief bald, I can sense that you are nearby, get out of here! Zhu Wuneng, Zhu Bajie, without my jade pendant to open the door of space, you will never be able to escape, hurry up and show up for me!"

Nangong Ying was unwilling to lose the immortal mine, and roared hoarsely, dancing and slashing in his hand, sword light criss-crossed, and the sky was full of dust, in an attempt to make Wu Neng appear.

Master, calm down, calm down! If you have to fight for a moment, don't be like him!

Tianhe trembled when he heard it, he knew Wu Neng too well, this thing was not a master who could be angry at all, especially if someone called him the Dharma name in front of him, it would definitely not die.

"I'll let you scream, let you scream, no one will come to save you even if you scream in your throat today!"

Sure enough, as Tianhe expected, Wu Neng appeared directly, with a large and black brick in his hand, and knocked down on the back of Nangong Ying's head desperately, slapping him to the ground and refusing to stop.

If you change ordinary people, your head has already become a rotten watermelon at this time, that is, Nangong Ying's royal physique is very special, and there are three bricks on the back of her head, not only did she pass out, but she still has the ability to fight back.

"Thief, death!"

The remaining five famous swords attacked at the same time, the sword light was terrifying, and the sword intent was amazing, and they all pointed to the vital points around Wu Neng, and they were bound to solve this opponent who made people laugh and cry in one sword.

“...... The master is really a man of temperament. “

The corners of Tianhe's mouth showed a helpless wry smile, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, carrying a trace of determination, staring at a figure galloping in front of him.

"Buzz ......"

Just when Tianhe was about to make a move, another domineering sword intent rose out of thin air, accompanied by a majestic and burly figure, like a thunderbolt, quietly appeared in Tianhe's sight.

Time seems to be frozen at this moment, only the blood splashes in front of you, and the remnants of the body that are slowly washed up by the blood flow, are frozen in the back of Tiancang like a picture.

The owner of the five famous swords still maintained an unbelievable panic and horror on his face, and his round pupils reflected the flying white hair.

The three fragments of the famous sword that had been brutally cut off emitted a low sword roar, as if they were lamenting the coming of their own end.

There was a sudden crisp sound in the lush bamboo forest, and then you could see that the green bamboos within a radius of dozens of miles were cut off one after another, falling to the ground with a clatter.

"The supreme ...... in the world"

Tianhe only felt that his throat was extremely thirsty, and the blood in his body seemed to be completely boiling, and the scene in front of him was too shocking and too hot. Even if Tiancang is a sneak attack, even if the strength of the five swords has already been exhausted, but with the cultivation of the seventh layer, he can slash five monks of the eighth layer realm with one sword, and cut off three famous swords, such a record is absolutely unbelievable!

It was only at this time that Tianhe understood why Wu Neng was so uncontrollable, because there was no need to endure it at all.

Nangong Ying, who was photographed alive by Wu Neng, turned into a treacherous black shadow, quietly appeared from the bamboo shadow in the distance, and stared at Tiancang with a solemn expression: "It seems that you and I are destined to rush and finally end the battle!"

"It's up to you, are you qualified?"

Tiancang swung his sword body, stared at Nangong Ying with murderous awe, and said, "Where is she, say it, I will spare your life!"

She ...... Hehe, you think I'm going to tell you, you can't kill me if you want to know her whereabouts. No, with your ability, you can't kill me at all!"

Nangong Ying attacked with a sword, and the dark demonic qi combined with the sword intent of the famous sword Xuanming complemented each other, and the whole person seemed to turn into a ghost in the world, eating away at all the light. In the shadows of the sword, countless vague grimaces could be seen, letting out painful curses and roars.

Moon Shadow's swordsmanship and sword intent are very well matched, but there is a slight inconsistency between the sword qi and his spiritual power transmission, this feeling is that the famous sword he chose when he fused into his body was not Xuanming.

Tianhe carefully observed, one of them was the peerless Tianjiao of Gou Chen Palace, and the other was the master of the Jiuli Demon Clan's awakening of the bloodline of the Moon Shadow Royal Clan.

"I've never been threatened, the opportunity has already been given to you, since you don't accept it, then ...... Die!"

Tiancang is not moving, and if he moves, it is like thunder and anger, and the sound of the sword humming is high-pitched and intense, just like his offensive at this time, there is no advance or retreat, there is attack but no defense.

"Bell ......"

In the repeated battles between the famous sword Juque and Xuan Ming, Xuan Ming gradually lost his strength, and the sword body already had an imperceptible crack, but Juque became more and more brave the more he fought, and the sword roared more and more majestic and high-spirited, faintly revealing an exciting and encouraging mood.

Juque, it's about to give birth to a sword spirit!

Tianhe's mood fluctuates with Juque, there are hundreds of famous swords in the world, but only Mo Ye, a cadre who is tied for the first place, has a sword spirit, once the sword spirit is born, the power of the famous sword will reach a new level, which can be compared with the Seven Emperors Sword.

"The supreme in the world, but the momentum is terrifying, the strength Erer, what can I do!"

Although the realm cannot represent the combat power, it can fairly interpret the majesty of the spiritual power, Nangong Ying's realm is a cut above Tiancang, coupled with the peerless martial arts and magic shadow treasure book he cultivated, as well as the talent of the demon clan, so that he can calmly escape in the shadows, and he is haunted, and he gradually has the upper hand.

"When death comes, I don't know it, I am stupid!"

Tiancang took out the sword again, and the whole person seemed to be completely integrated with Juque, and seemed to be inseparable from the earth under his feet, the sword was majestic and agile, majestic and delicate.

The five-pole god of war, the earth is immeasurable, and the virtue is loaded!

The sword is dignified, it seems to contain all things, assimilate everything, and where the sword light goes, it covers the infinite earth, as if Mount Tai is overwhelming, making people feel suffocated that there is nowhere to escape.

The sword momentum also contains a little bit of true intent, which can be borrowed without imitation, and the root and heart of Tiancang are really unique in ten thousand.

Tianhe stared at every detail of the battlefield with full attention, secretly comparing with himself, and at the same time flashing the picture of himself and Tiancang from time to time in his mind, the more imaginary, the more his blood boiled, and he couldn't wait to be in the same realm with Tiancang at this time, and he was in a dignified battle. (To be continued.) )