"Boom, boom!"

Blinding lightning tore through the sky, and a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a deafening roar of thunder.

"It's a mess!"

Then there was a pouring rain, pouring down, as if there was a downturn to subvert the frame of the bamboo house.

"Huh!" "Gun God" Shangguan Jin drew an arc with a bloody spear in his hand, and a spiritual power came out of the curl, and the arc drew a circle, and the tip of the gun shook, shattering the raindrops that fell from the bamboo house, and straightened up a gun and stabbed at the dancing butterfly.

"Seeking Immortals" Nie Chongtian held the demon refining pot, condensed a congenital Fuxi gossip cyclone diagram, and devoured the sound waves rippling out of the dancing butterflies, which were submerged in the spiritual power of the demon refining pot, and could not exert its due power at all.

The dancing butterfly frowned, her pretty face was a little more sad, and the speed at which the green jade fingers plucked the strings was even faster, and for a while, the sound waves flowed, like a galloping and roaring wave, and the waves rose and fell one after another, hitting away.

The three strong currents collided together, making a dull loud noise.

"Bang!"

The bamboo hut was shattered by the air current, and the bamboo strips on the eaves fell down in a disorderly manner.

When those bamboo strips were scattered, and when I looked up, the bamboo house was suspended in the void around it, all of them were masters of the Three Realms from all walks of life and dressed in different clothes. They are all holding swords, drawing bows and arrows, strong bows and arrows, and crossbows, all facing the dancing butterflies.

Zhang Ziyu's eyes were different, he was frightened by this sudden change, and under a closer look, the bamboo house was actually standing on a lonely peak that stood out from the crowd.

Straight to the peak of Xiaohan, the bamboo house is built on the top of the mountain, looking at the Shenyu from afar, the roaring thunder, the dazzling lightning, and the extraordinarily clear Nine Heavens Xuan Thunder tear the sky, shooting down a cold streamer, and the rolling thunder is even more deafening.

"Bang dang!"

The sword was shaken to the ground, Zhang Ziyu was startled, lying down, it didn't hurt? Being thrown off such a high pillar, there was no pain? Is it really dead? Or has it become a mummy?

Shangguan Jin's blood spear turned into a cyclone, the tip of the spear was a little brighter, Ling Yue rose, and stabbed at the throat of the dancing butterfly, full of spiritual power, and the tricks were extremely ruthless.

At this moment, Nie Chongtian's condensed innate Fuxi Bagua spiritual power cyclone emitted a white glow that devoured all things, and his palm was facing the demon refining pot, pouring all the spiritual energy.

The aura poured into the demon refining pot, "bang", burning an endless void fire, and it made the innate Fuxi gossip spiritual power cyclone have the magic of destroying the world and destroying the earth.

Dancing butterflies and willow eyebrows frowned, snorted, swayed the Xiqin, jade fingers plucked the strings like lightning, "Ding Dong, Ding Dong ......" endlessly, the aftermath lingered, three days endlessly.

But seeing the vast and rushing sea in front of him, the waves were stormy, and he met the spiritual power that Shangguan Jin and Nie Chongtian shot out.

"Boom!"

Almost at the same time as the Nine Heavens Xuan Thunder, there was a dull loud noise, and the powerful spiritual power shook the bamboo house again, shaking the famous sword on the ground a few times.

Dancing Butterfly's eyes widened, her pupils dilated, because Shangguan Jin didn't wait for her to come back to her senses, the blood-dripping spear shook off the rain curtain, shattered the air with a shot, and stabbed Dancing Butterfly's throat again.

Such a wonderful magical change caught the dancing butterfly off guard. If you withdraw your hand and fight to the death with Shangguan Jin's bloody spear, you may be able to survive by luck.

But what made her desperate was that Nie Chongtian's demon refining pot conjured up endless demons and monsters, and the resentment was full, and suddenly on the lonely peak, endless resentful spirits were flying.

Even if she was able to shoot down Shangguan Jin's blood-dripping spear, the endless resentful spirits raised by Nie Chongtian's demon refining pot would devour her soul.

"Nie Chongtian, despicable and shameless, you are a famous and decent family, and you are actually using such despicable means!" Even though Wudie was stabbed to death by Shangguan Jin's blood-dripping gun, he would never let the resentful spirit sacrificed by Nie Chongtian devour his soul, and then, his arms shook, and endless sound waves rolled out.

Everywhere the sound wave passed, there was a mourning, and those flying resentful spirits were all ready to meet and suddenly scattered.

"Phew!"

Shangguan Jin's blood-dripping gun pierced her left rib, and at the last moment, her body deviated, and she finally escaped her life.

The red blood splashed from below her shoulder, and she opened her mouth to spray a mouthful of blood, and her heart was cold, she looked at Shangguan Jin in surprise, and shouted word by word: "Shangguan Jin, you ...... Poison on the gun?

Shangguan Jin's blood spear slashed sideways, the tip of the spear hung low, with a cold expression, and glanced at the dancing butterfly, "It's a pity, you know too late!

"Despicable!" Butterfly scolded fiercely, but the blood on her shoulder turned a little black, and she looked panicked, wanting to pluck the strings again and fight the enemy to the death. But a pair of hands seemed to be disjointed, and he couldn't lift up a trace of strength.

The dantian was even more churning, unable to carry a trace of spiritual power, staring at these two masters from famous and decent families with resentful eyes.

There are many masters of the Three Realms flying around, no matter who they are, they can kill the dancing butterfly if they step forward at this moment. And those who can fly up to the lonely peak are all among the best masters in the Three Realms. It seems that they are bound to win this famous sword.

It's just that he has failed to live up to the trust of the Heavenly Machine Venerable, and the famous sword will eventually fall into the hands of these powerful villains who are greedy for fame and fortune, but it's a pity, even if he dies, he won't be blind.

Zhang Ziyu watched this qiē happen, hateful and angry, but he couldn't do anything.

Dancing Butterfly was there to protect the famous sword, in other words, she was injured to protect me. There are so many masters of the Three Realms, all of them are seven-foot men, and they actually did this to a woman.

Hmph, he prides himself on being a decent family, flaunting a gentleman and chivalrous man, with a good sense of morality, all of them are human-faced and beast-hearted, and his secret arrows hurt people, what kind of heroes and heroes are he, what kind of righteous people are he.

No, I can't watch Butterfly being murdered, I want to save her. Zhang Ziyu belittled these "hypocrites" from the bottom of his heart.

As far as his mind could reach, the famous sword "clanged", blooming endless sword waves, he only felt dizzy, closed his eyes, and his eyes appeared...... Sword Spirit Shapeshift...... With the edge of the sword, slay the demons and eliminate the demons...... Clash of the Three Realms...... The sword becomes a qi and the initial shadow is inherited...... Jiao divides the shadow, and the geese forget to return ......"

When he opened his eyes again, he felt that he was holding a sword weapon in his hand, a cold device, and the dantian was surging with incomparably comfortable spiritual power.

With the transformation of swords, Zhang Ziyu transformed from the sword spirit among the famous swords, with a handsome face, a lofty instrument, and an extraordinary bearing.

Wearing a gray shirt and a shiny long sword in his hand, two Lishu fonts "Chengying" appeared on the blade.

Nani, Sword Spirit Transformation, This Sword in His Hand Is a Divine Weapon-Chengying Sword, Sword Spirit Imperial Sword, Slaying Demons and Demons?Zhang Ziyu rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and when he was sure that this qiē was true, he was simply ecstatic.

Because the masters of the Three Realms who came from the surrounding area were all dumbfounded, looking at this qiē change, no one would believe that a famous sword with thousands of hidden thousands of words had actually transformed into a human form.

Zhang Ziyu didn't have time to pay attention to those masters of the Three Realms, he wanted to save his benefactor, Dancing Butterfly.

He stepped forward with an arrow, picked up the weak Dancing Butterfly, and asked with concern, "Butterfly Dancing Girl, how are you?"

Although the dancing butterfly was dying, but just now she had to see it clearly, she coughed a few times, spit out a mouthful of blood, and a smile of relief appeared on her face, "The famous sword hides the sword spirit, the sword spirit turns into a human form, the demon saves the world, and the Three Realms defend the balance." The Venerable Heavenly Machine really has insight into the Heavenly Machine, and knows all these calamities well. ”

Zhang Ziyu was stunned, who is the Venerable of the Heavenly Machine? Could it be a certain master in the Three Realms? Hearing the name of the Venerable of the Heavenly Machine, he must be a master of the bull breaking and booming.

"Butterfly Dancing Girl, as long as I am here, I will never let them hurt you!" Zhang Ziyu crossed his sword on his chest, his eyes were blazing, and he looked around at the stunned masters of the Three Realms, with a look of death.

"Sword Spirit, you must be careful, these people are despicable and shameless, don't let them break your golden body. Dancing Butterfly barely managed to support her body and said word by word.

Zhang Ziyu groaned slightly and smiled calmly, "Don't worry, I'm fine, they can't help me." ”

He didn't know if he could fight against these Three Realms masters, but since he was a traverser and became a weird "sword spirit", he must have some special functions.

"My name is Zhang Ziyu, not Sword Spirit. He was afraid that Wudie would not know what his surname was, so he immediately added.

Wu Die smiled and said disappreciatively: "Sword Spirit, I don't care what your name is, in my eyes, you are the Sword Spirit." ”

"Beauty, you are mistaken, I am really not a sword spirit, my name is Zhang Ziyu, a man with flesh and blood, heart and lungs. Zhang Ziyu has always been a little "ruffian", holding the jade hand of the dancing butterfly, covering her slippery jade hand, pulling her hand to touch his chest, "Don't believe it, you touch it, there is a heartbeat, there is a ...... of chest muscles"

Dancing Butterfly's cold eyes swept over Zhang Ziyu's face, and her pink face turned a peach-like flush because she touched the "poof" beating heart, "You...... What do you do?"

Zhang Ziyu grinned, "No, in my eyes, you are my goddess, I have seen you in my dreams, in order to see you, I have offended the 'dead fat woman', and I have traveled through many time and space to meet you." ”

"You...... Why are you so flamboyant?" Wu Die looked at Zhang Ziyu in some surprise, isn't he a sword spirit? How can he have such crooked thoughts? He likes me? No, it is impossible for a person to be a sword spirit.

And in the Three Realms, this is unprecedented. People have souls, and swords have sword spirits, but how can sword spirits be compared to people, and how can there be human thoughts?

Zhang Ziyu swallowed his saliva, looked at the weak dancing butterfly, felt distressed, and wanted to argue with her, but seeing her so delicate, he couldn't bear it, so he bit his tongue and was silent.