In the wind and snow, a Taoist was stepping on the snow against the wind, running quickly, wanting to save the Wudang faction and his party, but unfortunately he was still a step late, and in the last ten miles, I saw a streamer flashing, and a flying sword pierced from the back of Xuqing Cliff, directly destroying the dantian qi sea, and the Liangyi Mixed Yuan Sword Array was suddenly broken.

Xu Qingya looked at Qin Muyun, the deacon of the Ethereal Sword Sect covered in blood in front of him, with an extremely shocked look, and he finally understood what Qin Muyun said, because his opponent was not alone.

Shout!

With a touch of flying blood, the flying sword pierced out from the Heavenly Spirit of the Blue Cliff and returned to the hands of another Ethereal Sword Sect deacon who suddenly appeared.

With astonishment and unwillingness, Xuqingya fell into the snow and died without blinking his eyes. After the death of Xuqingya, the Wudang disciples who presided over the Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation were also distracted for a while, and the Daozhì Sword Formation was broken, losing the combined attack power of the Sword Formation, and the seven Wudang disciples were killed by the disciples of the Ethereal Sword Sect almost without any resistance.

"Quiet night melancholy, you came so late, you want to trap me to death!" Qin Muyun coughed up a stream of blood, covered his chest and looked at the corpse of Xu Qingya on the ground and said, "This person is not simple, the sword formation that one person temporarily opened is so strong. If it weren't for you, I would have almost been planted. “

Jingye smiled wistfully: "Who told you that you haven't broken through the realm yet, otherwise would it be so miserable?"

"Hmph, I originally used a gun, and you originally used a cheap one, from a gun to a sword, the starting point is different, where can I make such a simple comparison. Qin Muyun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and ran the exercises, slightly stabilizing the restless True Yuan in his body.

Just as Jing Ye was melancholy preparing to continue to attack his long-time friend, he suddenly felt a powerful momentum coming. Immediately afterwards, I heard an earth-shattering shout!

"You guys damn it!"

Before the person arrived, the palm strength arrived first, and the palm swept the yellow mang. The mighty power is like the Yellow River hanging in the air, covering the sky and falling, which is terrifying.

"Ethereal, Kenichi!"

A sword leads ten thousand swords, the quiet night is melancholy with a sword pointing to the sky, suddenly leading ten thousand swords to the sky, and shaking the Yellow River!

"Ethereal, Sword Three!"

Qin Muyun took out his sword at the same time, and his sword soared into the sky. Sword intent, sword power and silent night melancholy ten thousand swords are fused, and the two moves merge, increasing the power of ten thousand swords several times.

It's a pity. Even though the power of the joint move is unlimited, it is still broken by ten thousand swords, and the Yellow River is still falling. With a bang, ten feet of snow were pressed down ten feet. Falling snow shoots in all directions. Jing Ye was melancholy and Qin Muyun and the two of them withdrew their flying swords with difficulty, bleeding from their seven orifices and standing unsteadily, while several Ethereal Sword Sect disciples who were too close to the two of them were directly shattered, and their bones were gone.

"Dut! What a strong martial cultivator!" spurted out a mouthful of blood, and in the quiet night, I felt that my eyes were red and swollen, and there was a buzzing sound in the sea of consciousness, and the chaos was like the sky falling apart. It made it difficult for him to concentrate his mind.

Qin Muyun is a step behind the melancholy of the silent night in the realm, but the peak realm of Jindan. In addition, he was hit hard by Wudang Elder Xu Qingya before, and when he suffered this palm again, he suddenly couldn't hold on, and finally glanced at the vague figure of the melancholy in the quiet night, and his eyes went black directly, and he fell.

Shocked to see the tragic death of the junior brother Xu Qingya, the tragic death of the Wudang disciple, the black true martial arts robe Jing Xuan Zhenren was furious and burned the Nine Heavens, and hit the twin deacons of the Ethereal Sword Sect with a palm of yellow mud ten miles away.

"The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky!"

But seeing Jing Xuan Zhenren's right palm raised, a huge yellow giant palm in the sky burst out of the clouds, and the snow in the sky was dyed with yellow mud, and the air instantly froze.

Under the pressure of the heavy momentum, the operation of the true yuan mana in the body of Jing Ye melancholy became even more stagnant, and someone could actually press his dignified Yuan infant sword cultivation into such a miserable appearance, if he went back alive and told others, who would believe it?

At the critical moment, Jing Ye gritted his teeth in melancholy, and the sharp sword intent broke through the momentum oppression of the mirror Xuan Zhenren, earning a glimmer of time for the circulation of the true yuan in the body, and then showing the ethereal sword-style power.

"Ethereal, Sword Four!"

With a deep sigh, the seven-foot sword mangs appeared, and the melancholy palms of the silent night carried the momentum of the mixed yuan, the two instruments suddenly appeared, and the gossip also changed, and then the flying sword was heard, and it shot out into the sky, disappearing in an instant.

After a sharp explosion, a huge sword light wrapped in powerful power suddenly appeared under the yellow giant palm that was photographed, and for a while, the sword palms struck, the heavens and the earth roared, the black clouds retreated, and the fierce and ruthless energy swept in all directions, Jing Xuan Zhenren snorted and took three steps back in the air.

This time, the yellow giant palm was actually broken by the melancholy of the silent night, but the melancholy of the silent night did not have the slightest joy, but suppressed the serious injury with all his strength, and with great difficulty, he recalled the flying sword with a trembling sound, and spewed a mouthful of blood on the flying sword, so that the flying sword that was gradually dimming restored a little brilliance.

Jing Xuan Zhenren stared at the deacon of the Ethereal Sword Sect on the ground, stepped on the Seven Stars Tiangang, held the vitality of the eight directions, and slapped it again at the wicked people who were stubbornly resisting on the ground!

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Tianshan, in the Three Holy Palaces, at this time, hundreds of martial arts masters have gathered, all of them are above the Holy Realm, so that Song Si looks at it secretly, is it that those who have seen it in the past are all deceitful, there are so many masters in the martial arts of the Ming Dynasty, but these people have come to Kunxuxing, who should support the Ming Dynasty in the future?

Although Song Si had long known the later history of the Ming Dynasty, he was still a little uneasy in his heart, but the end of the law was coming, and everyone had their own choices, so he couldn't say anything.

Just like now, because of the need to save Mo Xue alone, many martial arts cultivators were implicated in this war, and in the end, I don't know how many people would survive? Just a few years ago, in the battle between Wu Xiu and Canglan Holy Sect, more than 50,000 martial arts masters were killed in Wucheng, and the number of casualties among the Demon Domain masters who were the main force was even greater.

Now facing the Sword Cultivation Sect, whose strength is not much different from that of the Canglan Holy Sect, but the attack is ranked first in Xiuzhen, the damage of the martial cultivator may be even more tragic.

Song Si didn't dare to think about it, he understood why these martial cultivators came here. In the general sense, they are fighting for the survival of Wu Xiu, and to put it mildly, they are returning the favor for Song Sizeng to open up the Kunxu channel, and if this favor is repaid, they will no longer owe Song Si anything, and similarly, Song Si will have nothing to do with them.

"Jianghu people talk about revenge, there is kindness to repay kindness, and there is revenge to revenge. Song Zhenren opened a way of life for the Ming Jianghu, and the Jianghu people of the Ming Dynasty had the obligation to do one thing for the real person to repay their gratitude. Otherwise, it will not be good for yourself and your children and grandchildren!" the nameless old beggar took a sip of wine. grinned at the mouth with a missing front tooth, and patted Song Si's shoulder with a smile: "It's just right now! It's enough to repay the favor, enough to pay back the value of this martial arts!"

The old beggar's hands were very dirty, they looked black and oily, and they were stained with wine, and Song Si did not dodge in the face of such a big hand. Let the old beggar pat him on the shoulder.

"Okay! Don't dislike the old beggar for being dirty, you're the first. The old beggar looked at the black greasy paw prints left on Song Si's shoulders and praised them with satisfaction. turned around and returned to the crowd, grabbed a roast chicken on the table, squatted in the corner and nibbled first.

In the main hall, the martial cultivators gathered together. Some were discussing what materials they could get in the next big battle, and some were exchanging martial arts tips with each other. Strengthen each other, and some are looking for the materials they need to exchange cheats, or swap fame moves to increase their survival chances for the next battle.

When the food on the table is gone, the Tianshan disciples in charge of the reception will immediately add it, so for a warrior like the old beggar, there is no need to worry about being hungry or unable to satisfy his appetite.

As for the head of Tianshan Mountain, Yun Yi Fairy, she was sitting quietly above with An Moyan, waiting for the news brought by Flying Snow City on the first floor. But the killer sent out didn't reply for a long time, and An Moyan knew that something must be wrong.

"It seems that the Ethereal Sword Sect has started to move. As expected, Wudang Jingxuan Zhenren was also late. I don't know how many of these martial cultivators will make it to Tianshan alive. An Moyan said.

The fairy frowned, Song Si's expression sank, interception, interception, interception!

An Moyan's voice was not small, and there was no soundproof barrier set up around it, and when the martial cultivators in the main hall heard her words, they all quieted down, and their breathing could be heard.

"Amitabha! What does Lord An Shi mean?" Shaolin Yi Buddha Xin was one of the witnesses to the opening of the teleportation channel in the land of Kunxu back then, and the golden Arhat of the Buddhist Gate in the martial arts cultivation was almost comparable to the great sages sitting in Wucheng.

"The Ethereal Sword Sect is a first-class sect in the Northern Cold Domain, and its control over the Northern Cold Domain is naturally extremely strong, presumably at this time they have already learned about the plan on the first floor, and based on their style of acting, they will definitely come out to intercept and kill the martial arts masters who support the Tianshan Mountains at the first time, and now they have begun to do it. An Moyan explained unhurriedly.

"We and other martial artists have not yet declared war on the Ethereal Sword Sect, do the Ethereal Sword Sect really dare to make the first move and make enemies of the entire Martial Cultivator?" an old man asked with an angry brow.

"They are sword cultivators, and they never shy away from killing. An Moyan smiled: "If it weren't for the fact that the Ethereal Sword Sect now only has three courtyard masters in charge and a deal with Song Si, my first floor would not have come to get involved in the trouble here at all." At the moment, the most important thing for you is to first respond to the fellow martial cultivators who rushed to the Tianshan Mountains, otherwise everyone will die, and relying on a few people here to fight against the Ethereal Sword Sect is tantamount to seeking death. ”

"Amitabha! Since this is the case, the poor monk first went on a journey for the fellow martial cultivators who rushed here. Yi Buddha sang a Buddha horn in his heart, and several martial arts masters immediately followed.

"There's Master Lao!" said Fairy Yunyi, who got up and said.

Song Si's face was calm, looking at the many martial cultivators with worried expressions on their faces, he raised his feet and prepared to walk out of the main hall and keep up with Yi Buddha's heart, no matter what, he had to do his part.

"Song Si, you can't go!" An Moyan's figure shifted, blocking Song Si's way.

The martial cultivators in the main hall turned their eyes one by one, and if they didn't agree with each other, they would help Song Si do it.

When Killer Twelve saw such a scene, the corners of his mouth hidden under the black cloth were slightly upturned, and the figure standing in place was also a little subtle, and the old beggar in the corner keenly captured this scene, and couldn't help but shrink his pupils, and the roast chicken in his hand was almost out of his hand.

"Why?" Song Si looked at An Moyan, and instinctively wanted to stay away from this moody, beautiful and bewitching deacon on the first floor.

"The people on the first floor don't want to die too much for you!" An Moyan sighed, his eyebrows were slightly heavy, and a peach blossom slowly bloomed at the tip of the peach blossom branch in his hand, and in the dark fragrance, the killing intent floated.

"Is it?This Dao made a deal with your deputy landlord, but he didn't give the first floor the right to restrict this Dao!" Zi Yao trembled slightly, Song Si took a step back, and the selfless sword intent was completely released, and he never relaxed his vigilance against the people on the first floor.

Now, before the battle between Wu Xiu and the Ethereal Sword Sect, are they finally going to kill each other?!(To be continued......