"Come and don't be rude!Diancang Sect Chu Feng, who will teach you!" Chu Feng, who was dressed in a Shu brocade robe, came out with a sword and shouted in the direction of the Ethereal Sword Sect!

The pink clothes were fluttering, and the ethereal sword sect was dyed with red dust and came out of the rainbow, stopping outside Chu Feng, and said with a light smile: "Lehua Sword Courtyard is dyed with red dust, please!"

Chu Feng just wanted to praise the red dust that was difficult to fight and wasted time without reporting the poem, but he didn't expect that as soon as the word red dust fell, the flower rain swirled all over his body, and the three swords were fired in succession, and he killed him before he could react.

Danger, danger, danger! The figure moved, the sword was moved, Chu Feng flew like a willow leaf, and after avoiding the two sword qi, one sword broke the last sword qi.

As soon as he fought, Chu Feng knew that the opponent's cultivation was unpredictable, and in order to seek the first opportunity, he made a desperate shot at the moment, only to see Chu Feng swinging his sword like a willow, and the person was like a strong wind, wandering among the opponent's sword momentum, and the sword shadows were one after another, covering the red dust.

"Wonderful body technique, not bad! Ethereal Sword One!" Dye Hongchen held the flying sword and pulled out three sword flowers, and then saw the incomparably sharp seven-foot sword stabbing straight out from the sword flower, accurately hitting Chu Feng's soft sword.

With a clang, the sword qi shot out, Chu Feng retreated fifty zhang, and in the face of the fierce sword that stained red dust, the planned sword entanglement technique did not dare to use it again, and between advancing and retreating, Chu Feng had already fallen into the wind.

Seeing that Chu Feng had fallen into the downwind, the Qingwei Sword Sect sent Bai Fu out of his sword to help, but was blocked by a misty sword qi that suddenly appeared.

"Cloud embroidery blue sky drunk flower road, low Qihu, I don't know where. Lin Xi shattered his dream of Qing Shangfu, the Ganges River, and the snow book, and the ice heart jade pot. "The deputy head of the Lehua Sword Academy, Xi Lin Xi, flew the sword out of the sheath, and the cold sword intent locked on Bai No: "The Lehua Sword Academy Xi Linxi, this flying sword is called Lingxi Yimeng, please advise!"

Bai Wei looked at Xi Linxi, who was dressed in green clothes, with a solemn expression, knowing that he was not an opponent, but in front of the formation, he was locked by the opponent's sword intent, and it was difficult to exit. He could only say without changing his face: "Qingwei Sword Sect Bai No, please!"

Just when Xi Linxi was about to strike again, Shen Yumen, the "Mobei Flying Spear", shot straight at Xi Linxi, stabbing at Xi Linxi, Bai Wei saw this, his sword shook, and he attacked at the same time.

"Ice Killing Wind!" Xi Lin Xi's green clothes fluttered, and the spirit rhino dreamed a soft mark in the void, the flower rain disappeared suddenly, and the Ice Crack Sword slashed forward with the endless cold intent. Wherever the flying sword passed, thin pieces of cold ice condensed in the air, crystal clear.

The three moves intersected, the ice glass exploded, and it shot in all directions, Bai Fu and Shen Yumen each snorted and retreated.

The two of them had the upper hand in the battlefield, and Li Yuncong was not far behind, and the sword was in the sky. Looking at the martial arts to cultivate the military array, the Jing Xuan Zhenren who made him unbearable had been locked by Lu Hanying, and no matter how strong he was, he was taken over by the other two courtyard masters, and his call for the formation at this time was just in line with the timing.

Pity. The appearance of a certain gentleman is destined to make him stand out in a failed plan!

"Fame is only a thing outside the body, how can fame and fortune enter my heart, if you have the fragrance of books to accompany you. What a pity to die in the twilight of life. Jun Wanchao held the Lingyu fan in his hand, stepped out of the snow, and said gently: "There are so many poems of your sect. As a martial cultivator and a member of the Confucian sect, I naturally can't weaken my momentum. Junyang Academy Clerk Pavilion Jun Evening Dynasty, please!"

"Yunshuang Sword Academy Li Yuncong, please!" Li Yuncong sensed the momentum of the impeccable gentleman of the Jun Wan Dynasty, and his heart sank, and he immediately made a decision and took the lead in making a move!

The four-end sword is out of the sheath, and the aura of Haoran runs through the world, for some reason, Jun Wanchao first came out of the third style of Haoran's formula: "Honesty and shame!"

Sensing the strong sword intent between heaven and earth, and hearing the name of Jun Wanchao's sword moves, he thought that Jun Wanchao was ridiculing him, and couldn't help but rise in anger, and immediately raised his sword point, and a nine-zhang long sword light roared through the clouds, piercing the sky and falling: "Ethereal, Sword Seven!"

The two swords exchanged blows, Jun Wanchao and Li Yuncong each retreated in the void, but between the extreme moves, there was still a trace of Haoran sword qi shot out, breaking through the sword light of the body protection, and stabbing Li Yuncong's chest, just one move, the two sides made a judgment!

Li Yuncong didn't expect that the Confucian gentleman would have such strength, it was obvious that Jun Wanchao, like the Confucian monks of Kunxuxing, both used Haoran Qi as the foundation of cultivation, but the moves and cultivation methods of the two sides were completely different, it was not so much that Jun Wanchao was a Confucian gentleman, it was better to say that he was a sword cultivator, and it was an extremely powerful sword cultivator!

"Master!" Li Yuncong sighed, ethereal, and the second sword immediately came out, and a sword in the air suddenly separated, drawing a strange arc and stabbing towards Jun Wanchao.

Jun Wanchao held the sword on his back, flew away and said with a smile: "Praise and fall!"

There was a bang, but it was Jun Wanchao who blocked a sword qi behind him, and then with a backhand palm, he smashed another sword qi that attacked in front of him.

At the same time, Shao Qing, the deputy master of the Heavenly Desolate Sword Academy, came out of the light, came to the martial cultivation array, and stretched out his hand to make a gesture: "Shao Qing, the deputy master of the Heavenly Desolate Sword Academy, has passed away, please give advice!"

"This way is coming!" The true Southern Sect Jingming real person flew out, and the elder of the Tianshan Sect, Xiao Xiao Hanshuang, followed: "And me!"

"Quanzhen Nanzong Jingming Zhenren, Daoyou cultivation is higher than me, please don't care about the siege of the two of us, please!" Jingming Zhenren pulled out his long sword, snorted, and said with a smile.

"Tianshan Sect Xiaoxiao Frost, please!" Xiaoxiao Frost drew his long sword and was on guard.

Shao Qing waved his hand: "It's okay, let's make a move!"

After that, the flying sword roared in the air, ten thousand swords roared together, and Shao Qing's death shot was ethereal.Sword three, one sword turned into ten thousand swords, killing Xiaoxiao Hanshuang and Jingming Zhenren who rushed up.

"The snow hugs the blue pass, and the horse does not move forward!" Xiaoxiao Hanshuang, who had already fought with the Ethereal Sword Sect, immediately made a desperate move, but seeing that the vitality of heaven and earth moved with the sword, a snow wall three zhang wide, ten zhang high, and thirty zhang long was formed between the flying snow shots, blocking the ten thousand swords.

Jingming Zhenren snorted coldly, a sword thunderbolt, instantly caused the resonance of heaven and earth, and a purple thunderbolt instantly shot down, hitting Shao Qingshu, who was about to break through the snow wall, making him feel numb all over his body, and almost exposed his flaws.

"Is this okay?" Song Si stood in the distance, watching Xiaoxiao Hanshuang and Jingming Zhenren join forces, but he didn't expect that the first time they fought, they actually used this way to make Shao Qingshu suffer a little loss, if you talk about actual combat power, Shao Qingshu is far above Jingming Zhenren and Xiaoxiao Hanshuang, but Jingming Zhenren's divine thunder is too annoying!

After suffering a loss, Shao Qing Yu focused on Jingming Zhenren, after all, his elusive purple divine thunder was too fast, which made people careless, once he suffered such a blow when he and Xiaoxiao Hanshuang were in close combat, and then revealed a flaw, the consequences can be imagined.

It's just that this Jingming real person is really hateful, and every time he sends out a divine thunder, he retreats far away. The position was made up by Xiaoxiao Frost, and Shao Qing couldn't break Xiaoxiao Frost's defense for a while, so that the two sides fell into a state of seesaw, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while.

"Mo Daoyou, I see that there are still people in the Demon Domain on the other side who have not made a move, so how about I go out and call for a battle?" Qing Shaohan, the elder of the Canglan Holy Sect, said to Mo Lixi.

Mo Lixi glanced at the martial arts formation, his eyes swept over Ye Guhong and the others, and he nodded: "There is Lao Daoyou!"

"The grievances of Wu Xiu and Canglan Holy Sect always have to be resolved. Qing Shaohan smiled and turned into light. Coming to the sky, he brushed the dust at one end, and shouted to the formation: "Canglan Holy Sect Qing Shaohan is here, which Taoist friend in the Demon Domain dares to come out and learn a thing or two?"

Ye Guhong sneered, the Demon Domain team was led by him, and Qing Shaohan was provoking him to fight. In terms of strength, Qing Shaohan has the cultivation of the late Yuan Infant, and can fight with Yan Wuxin, although Ye Guhong's cultivation has improved. But he thought that he was not an opponent, but the Canglan Holy Sect had his hand on the face of the Demon Domain, so he had to fight: "Demon Domain Ye Guhong, please!"

Finally came out! Qing Shaohan stood in the void. sneered in my heart, kill you first and collect some interest.

Looking at Ye Guhong's sword light and shadow, Qing Shaohan swept the dust and came out. In an instant, he found the location of the sword body and wound it.

Ye Guhong's expression remained unchanged, and he seemed to have seen Qing Shaohan's move a long time ago. His strength is not good, but it does not mean that his combat strength is not good, in the face of the entanglement of the dust, Ye Guhong only felt that the long sword in his hand was tight, and he might be snatched away at any time, but he was unwilling to let go of the sword, and took advantage of his strength to face Qing Shaohan.

"I don't know if I'm dead or alive!" Qing Shao snorted coldly, raised his left hand, and his strong palm was ready to go, just waiting for Ye Guhong to get close, he killed him with one palm, this is the consequence of not wanting to abandon the sword.

What is bullying the small, he won't care, unless the Demon Domain Yan is unintentional and waiting for the arrival of the Cunzi, he will be a little jealous, after all, outside the Qinglian Palace, the three great monks of the late Yuan Infant have joined forces and have never taken advantage of each other. To do anything, you must have the support of corresponding strength, for people in the Demon Domain who don't know whether they are alive or dead, Qing Shaohan doesn't mind not leaving his hands.

However, just as Ye Guhong was pulled close by the dust, Qing Shaohan slapped his palm on his chest, and the mutation protruded!

Between the dusty silks, a touch of cold light suddenly appeared, and then Qing Shaohan suddenly felt that the dust in his right hand was loosened, and his left palm was deviated, which actually made Ye Guhong escape the catastrophe!

Ye Guhong's sword was still entangled in the dust, and there was only one explanation for the cold light that was there, the son and mother sword! Sure enough, after Ye Guhong dodged a palm, he held a thin sword in his hand, and the demon wind deceived and killed him like a shadow, making Qing Shaohan stumble, and it was difficult to get out for a while.

As a great monk in the late Yuan Infant period, he was actually pressed and beaten by a small person in the Demon Domain, if this rumor spreads, his face of Qing Shaohan and the face of the Canglan Holy Sect will become the laughing stock of others!

Song Si looked at such a battle, and couldn't help laughing, Ye Guhong was a person in the Demon Domain who he met at the Dragon Gate Inn, and he had fought with him one or two, and he didn't know the winner;

So, Song Si laughed out loud, and then the few martial cultivators standing beside him naturally gave up a little space for Song Si.

The laughter was not loud, but it was heard by both Wu Xiu and the Ethereal Sword Sect.

Shame! Qing Shaohan in the battle was furious, but in the face of Ye Guhong's demonic wind, he was helpless.

"Hehe!" An Moyan stroked a delicate peach blossom, glanced at Song Si with great appreciation, and waved his hand to dissolve a mana anger that Qing Shaohan suddenly shot: "Since you are smiling, what are you still standing here?"

"Hahaha!" Song Si simply laughed wildly, turning into a lightsaber and rushing towards Ye Guhong and Qing Shaohan's battle group.

At the moment, although Ye Guhong has the upper hand, but the martial arts cultivation needs to be ventilated, once one breath is exhausted, the second breath is not connected, under the suppression of the huge realm, he will not die and have to die, Song Si is undoubtedly the best time to take out the sword at this time, and his cultivation realm has also increased, with the help of this battle to verify his strength, just right!

What Song Si didn't know was that when he rushed towards Qing Shaohan, in the military formation of the Ethereal Sword Sect, a demonic gaze had already stared at him......!