Yang Zhao tilted his head slightly, and was about to flash, but he found that these colorful rays seemed to have spirituality, and they were also deflected with the swing of his head, and they were still coming towards his eyes.

At this moment, he could clearly see that these colorful rays were actually just a few flying shuttles as thin as cicada wings and about two fingers wide, so that they could change and turn freely in the very subtleties, and he didn't know what method Lu Hong used to cover up their original faces, so that people could only regard them as a flying sword from the outside.

If an ordinary monk is here, I am afraid that he will suffer a loss immediately.

However, Yang Zhao smiled disdainfully, he snorted coldly, and suddenly rushed out of the strange flower several five-colored lights, and the five-colored light polished the aura on these several colored shuttles, and in the blink of an eye, they were dissipated into two mortal objects, and then flashed, and then turned into a blank of soot and scattered.

The few people in the air saw a few five-colored lights flying out, and between a flash and a shrinkage, the several colored shuttles didn't know where they went, and when they were surprised, Lu Hong felt a pain in his heart, and there was a salty upsurge in his throat, so as not to lose face, he hurriedly swallowed back, only a trace of it still overflowed the corners of his mouth, and he hurriedly raised his sleeves to wipe it, looking extremely wolf, but he was secretly shocked in his heart, and he didn't know what means Yang Zhao used.

And Yang Zhao was also a little surprised, he didn't expect that the effect of the strange flower he had just obtained would be so powerful, but with a slight brush, the magic weapon flying from the opposite side had already become a mortal thing!

Thinking of this, Yang Zhao made another move, and the five-colored strange flower flew from a distance, surrounded by his side, and stepped on his feet. The light of Caixia rose up, and he rose to the sky and came straight to these people.

Seeing that he was coming fiercely, everyone hurriedly separated, but instead of flying indiscriminately, they each occupied a position and faintly surrounded him in the middle.

The monk of the Moon Wheel Sect stepped on the moonlight, turned his body sideways, and went out dozens of zhang away, he first glanced at the direction where Lu Hong and Wuxin Hui Xuan were standing. Certainly. Then he took out a copper seal from the storage ring, raised his hand and sacrificed, and said: "Shock!"

The copper seal was flipped in the air, and there were words facing Yang Zhao. Suddenly, there was a loud noise. Like a golden drum beating in unison. Hammering the gong cymbals, a thunderbolt flew out, and it slashed towards Yang Zhao with great speed.

Yang Zhao saw that it came quickly. He raised the Void Sword and greeted it, only to hear a "click" sound, although he scattered the thunder light, but his body also shook.

The monk of the Moon Wheel Sect also introduced the magic trick, and activated this treasure again and again, and there were thunderbolts on the copper seal one after another.

He shouted: "Fellow Daoists, the poor Dao has come out of the thunder mark, you can contain this wing for the time being, you must not be soft at this moment, kill him quickly." ”

And the two monks of Hui Xuan and Wuxinmen did not hesitate much, they also took a deep breath, took out the magic weapon and held it in front of him, and urged the Xuanguang of the whole body to the extreme, and with a low shout, their respective magic weapons rushed towards Yang Zhao.

These magic weapons, along with the thunder seal and the five-colored strange flower under Yang Zhao's feet, were also obtained in this Tower of Babel.

Especially the sword plate in the hand of the monk of Wuxinmen, it was prompted by the spiritual opportunity, this magic weapon was like a thunderbolt, trembled violently, and flew out, only a spin, and in an instant, the golden mang's evil qi burst into the sky, condensed into more than a hundred cold qi soaring, Xiao Se's killing qi sword, all the way to break through the flying leaves and branches, and blatantly strangled down.

Seeing this, Lu Hong was in high spirits, and hurriedly shouted: "Brother Dao, I'm here to help you!"

He also shook the sleeves of his robe, flew out an edgeless and angular ink-colored long sword, and then also took a secret breath, attracted the aura in the golden pill, and then sprayed it three times in succession. In an instant, this long sword was like being swept by a violent wind, like a spiral, making a buzzing sound, rolling up countless fragments of Xia-colored sword light.

He raised his hand a little downward, and a vast drizzle of sword qi suddenly fell.

Although the cultivation of the Huixuanmen monk standing behind these people was a little weaker, his vision was not bad, and he also saw the opportunity.

He knew that now was the best time to make a move, the monk opened his eyes sharply, started eating, his middle two fingers were erected together, and there were words in his mouth, and the light on the top flowed down like mercury, gathering his fingertips bit by bit, and finally turned into a wandering white rainbow, and he pointed forward, and the white rainbow flew out, and it was also going to Yang Zhao's place.

And the last person is a monk with a hair, this person is also a monk without a heart, he also knows that this moment is the momentum of the siege, this breath must not be discharged, ruthless, biting the tip of his tongue, towards his own crane's beak-shaped magic weapon sprayed a mouthful of essence blood, this thing suddenly full of inspiration, writhing more than once, as if to get out of the hand to fly.

It's just that after using this method, his face was pale for a while, obviously because the essence was lost too much, and he didn't care about doing more, so he took a breath, let go of his hand, and said: "Go!" and threw this magic weapon down.

The five of them launched in unison from all sides, and they all spared no effort.

They thought that under the control of the monk of the Moon Wheel Sect, they would not be able to kill this Yang Zhao at once, and under the attack of the five people in turn, the follow-up offensive could also continue, and they could always drag this person to the moment of exhaustion, and at that time, it was the time when this Yang Zhao was defeated.

It's just that although they have good ideas, they can't guess at all with common sense when it comes to Yang Zhao.

Seeing that the four sides had their own killing moves, the cold light in Yang Zhao's eyes burst out, he shouted, shook the sleeves of his robe, and rushed out of the void a treasure mirror with a whole body of the garden, as soon as the brilliance of this treasure mirror opened, it turned into a ten-zhang size between the gods, and it blocked up like supporting the heavens and the earth, and then dispersed the thunder sent by the monk of the Moon Wheel Sect from the lightning protection seal, and then dialed back and forth in the whistling sound, regardless of where the sword and mangguang rainbow flew from, they were all taken down, and there was no leakage.

The five of them were stunned, where would they have thought that this Yang Zhao would actually use such a move, and they couldn't help but stagnate.

And if Xiaobai and Xuanyu saw this scene, they were also relieved, and they also killed in the direction of the five people with their respective magic weapons.

And several other people, including Lu Hong, didn't react for a while, but after they paused for a moment, Yang Zhao took the opportunity to urge the Void Sword, and just like Xiao Bai and Xuan Yuruo, they also rushed straight towards the five people.

Seeing that it was extremely powerful, the five people in the sky did not dare to resist its front, and they all turned into light and left, and they all withdrew to dodge.

However, Shicai's scattered cultivation was due to the spurting out of a lot of essence blood, so that when he dodged at this moment, his body was a beat slower than usual, and he was careless, but he was blown by the palm wind, and he involuntarily fell on the void.

Where would Yang Zhao miss this opportunity, the Purple Void Sword Intent swept over, slapped it from the air and vomited blood, and then the long sword stretched out, and came to this person's body.

This person's heart was broken, and he was about to ask for mercy, but before he could shout, Yang Zhao's mind was already turning, and the Void Sword stabbed horizontally, and it pierced into this person's body, and then stirred, that person's golden pill was destroyed by the Purple Void Sword Intent, and this person also burst and died.

The Monk was pinched to death by a live explosion, and Lu Hong and the others who watched this scene were all terrified.

After Yang Zhao killed this person, his body did not stop, he jumped to a high place, raised his hand and pointed in front of him, and then drove the five-colored treasure mirror to fly up, and threw it towards the place where the Heartless Sect monk was standing with a dull sound of breaking through the sky.

The monk who had no heart was also shocked when he saw that fellow Daoist of Shicai had died miserably, and at this moment, when he saw Yang Zhao rushing towards him again, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and hurriedly stepped on his sword and retreated, trying to avoid the treasure mirror that was chasing him.

Yang Zhao looked sneering, got up and drove the cloud to follow, but just chased behind him.

It wasn't for nothing that he had his eye on this person in the first place. He also looked carefully, although Lu Hong and the monks of the Moon Wheel Sect worked together to fight each other, they were also scheming, and they all had the intention of forcing the other party out of the last resort, which could be used by him.

Therefore, he didn't care about Lu Hong and the monk of the Moon Wheel Sect, these two people had also been entangled by Xiaobai and Xuan Yuruo at this time, and he was just bent on chasing and killing this monk who had no heart.

Sure enough, when he did this, both of them coincidentally slowed down their attacks, as if they wished that he would kill this Heartless Sect monk, only that time the Xuanmen monk chased after Yang Zhao, sacrificing his magic weapon in the air, ready to help at any time.

The Heartless Sect monk took a few turns with the sword light, and finally threw off the treasure mirror, and couldn't help but settle down. It's just that suddenly, I suddenly felt that the sky above my head was dark, and it turned out that Yang Zhao was holding the Void Sword, which was already coming from above.

This sword stabbed down, like Mount Tai pressing the egg, the cyclone was soaring, the wind was rushing, thinking of the death of his companion, this person's face turned pale, where did he have the courage to resist, and he was busy finding his way away, Yang Zhao sneered, and with a wave of the long sword, more than a dozen purple void sword intent flew towards it.

This sword came down, and immediately forced this person to dodge left and right, the wolf was unbearable, but he couldn't get out in time, and seeing that he couldn't dodge anymore, he had to force the true yuan of the whole body out of his body and fight to resist.

Seeing that he was in danger, the Xuanmen monk was also in a hurry, and sacrificed the magic weapon on the top of Yang Zhao's head, shouted and shouted, and sent several sword lights down.

Yang Zhao laughed loudly, the sleeves of his robe danced, and he summoned the treasure mirror back in front of him, although he was slashed and tumbled by the falling thunder light, he couldn't get close, and it only stirred up countless golden light sparks, but it couldn't stop him for half a moment.

As soon as the killing intent appeared in his eyes, the Void Sword stabbed downward, and with a boom, thunder rose in the void, and the Xuanguang on the Wuxinmen monk was scattered, and the thunder fell heavily on this person, only to hear a miserable scream, and this person fell down like a broken kite.

Hearing only a tremor, the light flashed in front of everyone's eyes, and this Heartless Sect monk had been blasted into a rain of blood by the thunder.

Yang Zhao hadn't thought that this Purple Night Divine Thunder Sword Technique would be so powerful since his strength had grown, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he turned his gaze to the body of the Hui Xuanmen cultivator. (To be continued......)

PS: Rub, rub, this seems to be the first time Yang Zhao has killed someone.

I don't know if that Huangquan Demon Saint counts!