At the foot of Mt. Ibara. ()

According to the fact that more than ten days have passed since the opening of the Sword Shrine, it has been a day since Juque was born.

There are nearly 1,000 monks in the bright and dark places around Mt. Cishan, most of them are monks Jindan, but a few families are happy and a few are sad.

The Jindan monk in Qingyu Valley, his face was solemn, he looked at the three pieces of soul jade that were broken in his hand, and sighed secretly: "It's only been more than ten days, and five people have already fallen, and I don't know how many people will come out alive in the end." ”

The Jindan monk of the other sect next to him had a sad and indignant face, trembling all over, and muttered repeatedly: "Dozens of monks are all folded inside, this ...... All of them are the best among our disciples!"

Most of the Jindan monks of the sect had ugly faces, and they could obviously detect the fluctuations in their emotions, but there were not many people who really knew the situation inside the sword mound.

There are also a small number of Jindan monks who avoid these sect forces far away, hiding in the shadows and waiting quietly, most of these people are scattered cultivators, but they all have a desire to kill people and seize swords. Since the birth of the Eight Desolation Famous Sword, every time there has been a burst of bloody rain, there must be a sea of corpses inside and outside the sword mound, and no one can say for sure who the sword will fall to in the end.

Look at the strength, but also look at the chance.

The two Immortal Island Jindan monks glanced at each other, and they both saw the smile in each other's eyes, and one of them said in a low voice: "It seems that Song Xia and they have already started, and their actions are quite smooth." ”

"Well, except for the five monks who fell at the beginning, now that a day has passed, only five monks have fallen, and the aura of several soul jade has weakened, but it does not affect the overall situation. ”

"It seems that this time the Juque Sword, our Immortal Island is going to be decided!"

Both let out a low laugh that sounded eerie.

At this moment, a green light flew in the distance, and the speed was extremely fast, and the blink of an eye had already arrived at the foot of the mountain.

The wooden demon felt this familiar breath, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, and he quickly greeted him, waving his arms, and said coquettishly: "Brother, this way!"

The person who came was Mu Yi, he hadn't seen him for more than a year, he was already a Jindan Consummation Monk, and the speed of cultivation was really terrifying.

Mu Yi doted on Mu Yi and "touched" Mu Xiaoyou's hair, and said with a wry smile: "Didn't you say that someone bullied you and wanted to kill you, it doesn't seem to be dangerous to look at you." Hey, I actually broke through to the Phantom Pill period, not bad, not bad. ”

Mu Xiaoyou slapped off Mu Yi's big hand, pouted and said: "Originally, there was an old thief who had a perfect golden pill, and he actually cultivated the golden pill vision, and it was so hard to hunt me down." Luckily I was saved, or you wouldn't have seen me. ”

Mu Yi's face sank, and he said coldly: "Who doesn't open his eyes and dares to touch my little princess of the demon clan?"

"It's the sect master of the Danxia faction, that old thief bullied the weak, and almost broke my silver bells. Mu Xiaoyou said with some annoyance.

Mu Yi looked around, and suddenly saw the two immortal island monks, his face couldn't help but change slightly, and he said in a low voice: "Didn't I ask you not to come to the land of the Sword Shrine to make peace, why don't you listen to me!"

The wooden demon said aggrievedly: "Oh, don't make such a fuss. I was about to say, the person who saved me was called Mu Qing, he came to this place of the sword mound to seize the giant sword, and their sect sent him alone. After all, someone saved my life, I can't watch him being bullied, brother, if he comes out and is besieged by others, we can save him. ”

Mu Yi sighed: "Little sister, this time Juque was born is not so simple, it would be good if he had the life to come out alive, how can he talk about taking the Juque Sword." ”

Mu Xiaoyou had seen Lin Yi's strength, so he was naturally not worried, and shook Mu Yi's arm and said coquettishly: "Brother, if he wins the Juque Sword, we have to help him!"

Mu Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face glanced at the Immortal Island monk solemnly, noncommittal.

Lin Yi walked out of the ruins of the sword, directly cast his sword wings, and galloped towards the Sword Casting Villa, not seeing any monks along the way, which couldn't help but make his heart sink and secretly feel bad.

It didn't take long for Lin Yi to come to the Sword Casting Villa, looking at the thick mist in front of him, frowning slightly.

"This is a rare and complex trapped dragon formation in the trapped formation, I don't know who arranged this formation outside the Sword Casting Villa, what is the purpose?"

Lin Yi muttered softly, and as soon as the words fell, he was suddenly startled.

"Could it be that the Immortal Island Monks set it up, they were worried that the Flood Desolation Monks would escape, so they arranged this Trapped Dragon Array, wanting to wipe out the Flood Desolation Monks!"

Lin Yi's mind was keen, and combined with the previous news, he guessed the actions of the Immortal Island monk.

At this point, Lin Yi no longer hesitated, and directly broke into the trapped formation and began to crack the formation.

Although the Trapped Dragon Formation is rare, with Lin Yi's insights into the formation, it doesn't take much time to crack this formation.

Forged Sword Villa.

In just over a day, most of the nearly 9,000 monks in the Flood Wilderness have fallen, and now only more than 3,000 Flood Monks are left to be forced into a corner by the Immortal Island Monks.

There were less than 1,000 monks in Xiandao, but they steadily suppressed 3,000 Honghuang monks. In the previous battle, the Honghuang monk was killed and lost his armor, and he had no power to resist. It was not that the monks of the flood wilderness did not fight hard, but they did not set off too many waves, and thousands of monks could not condense into a force after all, and most of the monks still held a fluke mentality and left themselves alone. In the end, the flood famine lost nearly a thousand people before killing five Xiandao monks.

This result made the hearts of the Honghuang monks fall to the bottom. No monk dared to muster up the courage to face the pursuit of the fairy island monks, only caring about taking their lives and fleeing, constantly retreating, and the fairy island monks took advantage of the victory to pursue, and "forced" the remaining more than 3,000 monks to a corner.

The Sword Casting Villa was not too big, and Qingyu Gu Huali and his five fellow disciples and Ye Wan'er couldn't dodge over, standing in the crowd, looking at the nearly a thousand Immortal Island monks on the opposite side with a sad and angry face.

Among them, there was a Honghuang monk who thought he could see the shape clearly, and quickly poured out the storage bag, dropping a spiritual stone and spiritual weapon, and said in a trembling voice: "Many Taoist friends, you see, I, I, I don't have a giant sword, you ......."

Before he finished speaking, the knife flashed, and his body was split in half, and he died on the spot.

The Immortal Island monk smiled cruelly: "Without the Giant Que Sword, it is even more damned!"

At this moment, Song Xia came to mid-air, waved his hand, paused the killing of the Immortal Island monk, and said in a loud voice: "I will give you one last chance, hand over the giant sword, I can keep your whole corpse!"

The three thousand Honghuang monks changed their colors in an uproar, and the meaning of the other party's words was that even if the giant sword was not in their hands, they would kill them. This group of immortal island monks didn't put them in their eyes at all, treating them like ants, controlling life and death at will.

An endless despair and sorrow gradually hung over the heads of the Flood Monks.

Ye Wan'er broke free of Hua Li's arm, came directly into the air, and said sadly in the face of many Honghuang monks: "Many Taoist friends, please listen to me. The current situation is very clear, even if we are captured, we will not escape the fate of death, in that case, why not fight to the death! Even if we fall in the end, we will die as we deserve!"

Ye Wan'er dared to stand up and say this, but in fact, she was holding the heart of death, Hua Li sighed secretly, the situation was really not bad as Mu Qing expected. Even if there were many monks, they were only scattered, and by the time they finally realized that they were facing a desperate situation, it might have been too late.

"I don't know where he is, when he will be able to come over, if he is there, he may be able to lead the remaining Xiandao monks to escape this fate. ”

Hua Li gritted his teeth, also stood by Ye Wan'er's side, and said loudly: "Yes, since there is always one death, why don't you go all out to kill back, win a glimmer of life, sitting still will only fuel the fierce flames of the demon of Immortal Island!"

The crowd of the Flood Monks gradually became agitated, and most of the monks understood that there was a lack of a leader.

Song Xia frowned slightly, feeling a hint of something wrong.

Even if this group of Flood Cultivators united, they would never be the opponent of the Immortal Island Cultivators, but they were prone to causing some trouble. The strength of more than 3,000 Honghuang monks was condensed together, and the immortal island monks could not guarantee that everyone would be safe and sound, and someone would definitely fall.

At this point, Song Xia raised his head slightly, and the darkness behind him was a moment.

Step forward, step forward, draw the knife!

Two sword lights flashed, and they went straight to Ye Wan'er and Hua Li to slash, but the two didn't react for a while......