Desperate and desperate, seeing the sword cultivators of the Southern Sword Pavilion dying one by one, Song Sixin was infinitely angry, but in the face of the sword of the Yue Shen Sect's upper realm, it was still difficult to break through, so that he could only watch Daoist friends being killed and could not be rescued.

And in the South Sword Pavilion, Mr. Long Wo and Hua Lou Junxiu were still healing in the secret room, and the six senses were closed, and they had reached an extremely critical moment, completely ignorant of what was happening outside, and they couldn't make a move.

Hope, is there really no more?

In the next moment, Hua Ruoyu hooked the feather strings, and in an instant, there were many evil sounds, wanting to forcibly interrupt the forbidden technique of Tantai Tilting Xia and hit her hard.

Blood is spilling, and the pain is heart-wrenching, but it still can't stop the determination of the summer in the mountains!

The Southern Sword Pavilion has been silent for 10,000 years, and it is long overdue for such a battle!

No matter what the outcome, fight for the sword and have no regrets!

"The sword is alluring, the dream is destroyed!"

As soon as the style came out, Hua Ruoyu only felt that the surrounding environment changed instantly, like a dream, a thousand years in an instant, and the summer in front of him turned into three, three into nine, each with a sword style, a sword and a dream, and a sword fell into the city, making it difficult for people to give birth to a heart to resist.

With a light drink, Hua Ruoyu calmed down, pressed the piano with his bare hands, gathered infinite evil power, and made another extreme move.

"Feathers are frightening!"

The evil sound kills thousands of miles, and the clones of the mountain are destroyed one by one in the sound blade, and finally the only one is killed in front of Hua Ruoyu, in the face of this desperate sword, Hua Ruoyu does not dare to ignore it, and picks the string sideways, pouring five layers of evil power into the string.

There was a mournful roar, and the evil sound resounded, and the mountain was hit hard by the sound blade and flew out, and blood spilled on the land of nine zhang.

Listening to the wind whistling and looking at the blurred scenery in front of her, she suddenly remembered that when she was very young, her master was teaching her to practice swords......

Just in the summer of the fall of the platform. Nangong Yifeng's talisman burned out, and when he was facing death, a grand sword aura suddenly appeared in the sky, reversing the space, and the chaotic and violent sword intent made everyone in the fierce battle tremble.

"Don't die, don't die, can't die!"

The centering monk who was about to shoot Nangong Yifeng with his palm didn't have time to react, when he felt an extremely terrifying sword qi blast into his body, and suddenly the three souls shifted, and the seven spirits scattered. Blood splattered and fell heavily to the ground, unable to move.

"Can't die, don't die, don't die!"

The person who came was like wind and lightning, the sword was crazy and sharp, upside down, and suddenly appeared on Hua Ruoyu's side after hitting the centering monk hard, and the sword was swaying, making Hua Ruoyu overwhelmed. Before he could counterattack, he was knocked away by the powerful sword qi, and his mouth was overflowing with blood.

"Ahh......h

The crazy figure finally stopped after injuring the two evil venerables one after another, and he hugged the platform and looked up to the sky and roared, wanting to wake up the person in front of him. But it has long been unable to.

The chaotic and crazy sword momentum spread, almost enveloping the entire battlefield, and what was even more terrifying was that his aura had already surpassed the distraction period, but it did not trigger the arrival of heavenly punishment.

The eyelids of the Yue Shen Sect in the distance jumped. I don't know what happened, and when I saw the figure of the mad swordsman again, I secretly said that it was not good.

Right now. Before the Immortal Song Jun who was trapped in the Stacked Waves Sword Formation could react, his divine sense sensed that a person suddenly appeared in the sky, followed by a sword piercing through the Heavenly Spirit, and even the Yuan Ying with him was completely destroyed.

With a bang, the mad swordsman looked at the sad arms with red eyes, and the latter waved several cards to force Mu Weiming and Bai Lingtian to retreat, conjuring up a pink rose, and pressing the brim of his hat slightly: "Oops, trouble is coming, the Judgment of Hell is retiring!"

Thirsty for killing a sword, shattering the afterimage left by the wounded bosom, splitting the ground for thousands of feet, and the sword ravine extended for three hundred miles.

"Don't die, don't die, don't die......"

Unable to kill and cover up his injuries, the mad swordsman became even more frantic, and his red eyes stared at Yue Shenzong again.

Yue Shenzong was shocked to realize that he was locked, and a chill appeared in his heart, if there was no restriction of heavenly punishment, he would definitely be able to fight with this person, but now is obviously not the time.

With a change of mind, Yue Shenzong made a decision.

"Sword Upper Realm, All Things Dog!"

The sword of the upper realm reappeared, and the Yue Shen Sect turned into a thousand swords and thousands of swords, forcing Song Si and the crazy swordsman to retreat, teleporting a hundred zhang, and pulling the clothes of the old bald man with a fixed heart: "Everyone, retreat!"

The evil venerable and the evil general withdrew from the battlefield one after another, turning the light and dissipating, leaving behind a wolf smoke.

"Song Si, is it worth it for you to pay such a price for a person who has taken away?"

Before the Yue Shen Sect left, the surviving sword cultivators looked at Song Si and the mad swordsman one by one, silently, but their eyes showed hatred and anger that was close to the extreme.

Who is the one who takes away?

Song Si didn't know what the words left by the Yue Shen Sect meant? He didn't understand, he still needed to treat everyone at present.

Song Si looked left and right, trying to find the figure of the mad swordsman, but the mad swordsman only stopped for a few breaths, and the person disappeared.

Dazed and at a loss, Song Si stood in the middle of the battlefield holding the Azure Immortal Sword, his tense nerves did not relax in the slightest, he was thinking about who the person who took away the sake, he was guarding against the sneak attack of the evil spirits and the demon clan.

In short, with a sword in hand, he will feel much more at ease.

Nangong Yifeng walked past Song Si with the broken Qiankun twin swords, he looked into Song Si's eyes, thinking about whether the original choice was really correct, and if it was correct, why did this happen?

Speechless, speechless, Nangong Yifeng held his double swords, with tears in his eyes, and walked over in silence.

Bai Lingtian and several high-level sword cultivators of Qiongge Island looked at Song Si, one of them wanted to say something, but was stopped by the other, they cleaned up the bodies of the next group of fellow cultivators, and walked over in the same silence.

Murong Chen, who was taking care of Mo Liuli and Ye Yunlin from a distance, looked at Song Si's eyes, revealing a look of worry, and finally said nothing.

"I'll take her. ”

The snow fell one after another, startling a frost, and out of the snow came a woman dressed in white, and with the movement of her footsteps, the long sword sword behind her made a slight sound, and the snowflakes fell.

"The snow is gone!" someone recognized her identity, it was one of the two fairies of the Sword Domain.

"You really shouldn't have come. Xue Chengyan glanced at Luo Lan on the ground, and gently helped her up, "Song Si, farewell!"

With that, the two turned into a snowy light and disappeared into the sky.

In this battle, Dusk Wuxian, Tantai Dumping Xia, Mu Ziye and several elders of the Southern Sword Pavilion were killed in battle, and the rest of the deacons and disciples of the Sword Pavilion were killed and injured countless times, and the second elder Remnant, Mo Liuli, Nangong Yifeng, Ye Yunlin and others were severely injured, and they were extremely tragic.

Is it right or wrong? Song Si didn't know.

Not strong enough. It's still not strong enough, if it's strong enough, you can save more people, at least you can keep your friends, but now, Song Si feels powerless, weak, and can't even do anything.

"Hahaha......"

Song Si cried as he walked, and at this moment, Mu Weiming, who was standing not far away, suddenly made a move and knocked Song Si unconscious with one palm.

"Maybe ......"

Sudden change. The sword cultivators who were still in the battlefield drew their swords and stared at Mu Weiming.

"His sword yuan has been overdepleted and needs a good rest. "After handing Song Si into the hands of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, Mu Weiming began to remove the evil qi for the injured sword cultivators, if the evil qi that invaded their bodies was not removed in time, it was very likely that the injured person would be demonized, and it would be dangerous at that time.

......

Thousands of miles away from the South Sword Pavilion, the Yue Shen Sect stopped retreating and left behind the old bald man. But with one breath, covering up the sadness, Hua Ruoyu and the five evil generals arrived one after another.

With a wave of the dust, Yue Shenzong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand: "I didn't expect that there would be such a master in the Southern Sword Pavilion who could deceive Kun Xuxing's Heavenly Dao will." No heavenly punishment. ”

"Trouble, the strength of that swordsman in the end is too terrifying, unless we can completely break the seal, otherwise we will definitely suffer a big loss against him. Covering his sadness, he sniffed the roses in his hand. Shake your head.

"The old bald man is very seriously injured, so why don't you deal with it?" Hua Ruoyu glanced at the bloody monster on the ground.

"Gentlemen stay away from things that are too dirty. Covering his sadness, he shook his cane, and a faint green light entered the centering monk's body. "Well, the rest is up to him. ”

Then, he took out a notebook and wrote down the cost of treatment: "Record it, and you can find the old bald man for reimbursement in the future, and if it doesn't work, you can also find the evil master for reimbursement." ”

"Leave him alone for now. Yue Shenzong glanced at the five injured evil generals, "There are only five of you left, well, you first return to the evil realm with concentration." ”

"Obey!" the evil general coughed up the blood and picked up the old bald man and left first.

"Now there are only three of us left, the Immortal Song Jun has been killed, and the old bald man is seriously injured, and the price of this temptation is beyond expectations. Yue Shenzong looked at the sad Huai, and the latter dodged and avoided it embarrassedly, "Although it is a temptation, I don't want anyone to keep too much next time." ”

"Understood, understood. He said with a sad smile.

"Next, we are looking for Dongfang Jue's whereabouts, or rather him!" Yue Shenzong's eyes became extremely fierce, "After the battle, it can already be speculated that Dongfang Jue has left the Southern Sword Pavilion. ”

"Leaving the South Sword Pavilion? This is convenient, just let the Hell's Judge do the service. Covering up his sadness, he said with a smile, "In addition, the combat power of the Southern Sword Pavilion should not be underestimated, and we are afraid that we will have to think about the plan of the evil Southern Region in the long run, I don't know who will talk to the evil lord?"

"Sword cultivation is good at fighting, and he likes to be alone, isn't it a good way to break them all?" Hua Ruoyu fingered around her long hair, and after resting just now, her injuries had recovered a little.

However, thinking of that crazy swordsman, Hua Ruoyu felt a chill in her heart, the sword intent of the crazy riot was really terrifying.

This chill, Hua Ruoyu spit out another mouthful of blood.

"That's a good idea. Calculate the time, the evil lord should have arrived in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons!" Yue Shenzong looked south.

Evil thunder bursts, green clouds surge, covering the sky and the sun in an instant, overwhelming the demonic atmosphere.

Before the demons could react, they saw a loud bang in the sky, and the evil lord Emperor Liuyin broke through the formation and descended on the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

Hundreds of demon soldiers on duty were shocked to see someone attacking, and they joined forces to kill, but before they could get close, they were turned into dry bones and ashes by the terrifying evil qi one by one.

"Who are you, why did you offend me in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons?!" His Royal Highness Xiao Wuyi rushed to the scene and shouted loudly, but his weight was too low and he didn't have this qualification.

Emperor Liuyin waved his hand to hold the moon, but before he had time to blink, the demon soldiers saw that Xiao Wuyi's neck was already in Emperor Liuyin's hands.

Xiao Wuyi, who was restrained, only felt chills all over his body, and countless evil qi rushed into his body, eroding his divine soul, and he couldn't even call the slightest demon element.

Breathing, struggling, he wanted to negotiate, but he couldn't say anything, he was destined to have more ideas, because he didn't have any chance.

In the next moment, in front of countless frightened demon soldiers, Xiao Wuyi exploded and died, and the blood mist was swallowed up by the evil spirits.

His Highness was pinched to death effortlessly like this?!

Extreme terror began to spread through the valley...... (To be continued......)