Finding the roaring giant sword, the three blue-scaled demon snakes were frightened and dodged, but they didn't expect the giant sword to sink down suddenly, with a "whoosh", the blood light burst out, and the largest blue-scaled demon snake, the bucket-like thick waist was cut in two by the giant sword, and the giant sword was not weakened, only paused for a moment in the air, and then went straight to the blue-robed man.

The figure of the black-robed man had already surpassed the giant sword like lightning, and when he was less than fifty or sixty feet away from the blue-robed man, his right arm was raised and he punched over.

The blue-robed man's face was cold, a fierce light flashed in his pale green pupils, his right hand was raised, and the silver axe in his hand flew out of his hand, spinning and slashing towards the giant sword.

With a "buzz", a cloud of dazzling silver light rushed out of the axe, and the snow-bright axe shadow also turned into five or six zhang long, drawing a bright silver arc in the air, as if splitting the sky in half.

The shape-shifting silver Jiao followed the man in black and rushed to the cross street, and when he saw the man in blue robe, his eyes lit up, and he shouted: "Catch him, don't let him run?"

The voice was high-pitched and harsh, jerky and ugly, the body squatted slightly, the silver light flashed in his body, and he raised his legs and threw himself at the black-robed man, this time, the speed was much faster than Fang Cai, and I don't know if it was because the helper was in a happy mood, or how!

In an earth-shattering loud sound, the giant sword and the silver axe collided together, and the dazzling white light burst out in the air, as if a blazing sun had risen, and the powerful spatial power spread rapidly to the surroundings, with a radius of hundreds of feet, and the forbidden spiritual light outside all the attics on both sides of the street flickered for a while. More than half of the ban was destroyed in an instant, and the four monks were hiding in one of the attics. One by one, the ears buzzed, and the qi and blood in the body boiled. Secretly complained.

One of the sharp-eyed monks had already seen the figure of the black-robed man passing by when there was a loud noise, and his panicked expression was suddenly swept away, and he excitedly said to his companions around him: "It's Senior Zhou, it's Senior Zhou outside!"

Before the words fell, his expression changed again.

The axes and swords intersected, and the cyan giant sword that looked unstoppable was shattered by the silver axe, and hundreds of broken sword fragments flew around like stray arrows, and one of the fragments actually rushed into the attic, whistling. The four monks shouted at the same time, hurriedly dodged, and did not dare to release the magic weapon in their hands to resist, but fortunately, this magic weapon fragment did not hit anyone, and after a dull sound, it penetrated the thick white jade wall of the attic and rushed out.

The figure of the black-robed man was already less than five feet away from the blue-robed man, and his palm stretched out. slapped it on the top of his head, and he didn't hide from the broken sword fragments that roared in the air, and he didn't have any uncomfortable reaction when the magic weapon was destroyed.

Feeling that the fist shadow that the black-robed man had just struck didn't seem to contain much strength, the blue-robed man suddenly stopped dodging. With a stretch of his left palm, he quickly drew a semicircle in front of him, and a cloud of blue light and shadow appeared in the air. With the biting chill, the surrounding heaven and earth suddenly converged to the light and shadow. In an instant, it condensed into a circular giant shield about three feet thick and two feet in diameter, blocking the man's body. The shield flashed blue and was full of aura, as if it were a physical treasure.

With a lift of his right hand, he exerted ninety percent of his strength, punched out, and faced the shadow of his palm.

There was a muffled sound of "pounce", the fists and palms intersected, and the palm shadows were unexpectedly vulnerable, scattered with the wind, and the fist shadows were not weakened, and they hit the abdomen of the black-robed man firmly, and at the same time, several broken sword fragments roared and flew towards the two at the same time.

After a muffled sound, the three broken sword fragments collided with the aura shield inspired by the blue-robed man at the same time, the shield shattered, turned into a blue light and dispersed, but the broken sword fragments were also bounced back and drilled into the ground, after all, it was not a magic weapon that exploded, and it didn't seem to have much power.

The other two broken sword fragments and the blue-robed man's fist shadow collided with the black-robed man's body almost at the same time, and with a muffled "bang", the black-robed man's body burst open, turning into a thick black mist, covering the blue-robed man in his head, and the strange thing is that there was not a drop of blood flowing out of this body, as if it was an illusory thing.

Feeling the biting chill in the black mist, the blue-robed man was shocked, his palms struck, he slapped and rubbed, and with a "boom", a huge aura vortex formed around his body, rolled up the black mist, and rushed into the air, after a bang, the black mist flew into the air with the aura vortex, and instantly collapsed without a trace.

Even so, he was still a step slower, and more than a dozen wisps of cold black mist had already penetrated into his body, and the man couldn't help but shudder, sensing that these black mist were rushing towards the dantian along the meridians, and he couldn't help but secretly complain.

The shape-shifting silver Jiao was also hit by several broken sword fragments, and with a rush of mana, a cloud of silver light flew out of the body, and in the sound of Ding Dingdang, the broken sword fragments flew upside down as if they had hit a thing of gold and iron, and saw the black mist rushing into the body of the blue-robed man, and while rushing towards the blue-robed man, he exclaimed: "Don't care about this soul-boosting mist, dare to find his true body quickly!"

More than a dozen broken sword fragments scurried into the group of demon beasts behind the blue-robed man from a distance, and the screams of the demon beasts came immediately, and they fled away in fright, not daring to follow the blue-robed man too closely.

The blue-robed man was stunned for a moment, hurriedly let go of his divine sense and swept around, the blue light around his body flashed, and a translucent blue light mask covered the entire body from head to toe, but he asked: "Third brother, what is this soul mist, where is the old ten?"

The shape-shifting silver Jiao fell to the position behind the blue-robed man, and as soon as the figure landed, a black light suddenly flashed in his right hand, and a seven-foot-long pitch-black broken sword appeared, and with a wave of his hand, a sword stabbed the back of the blue-robed man's heart, and his left hand clenched into a fist, and a punch hit the blue-robed man's head.

The two movements were done in one go, without a moment's pause.

With a "poof", the broken sword pierced through the blue-robed man's body shield and stabbed half a foot deep into his body.

Unexpectedly, a powerful force suddenly rushed out of the blue-robed man's body, and the extremely sharp broken sword was as if it was firmly caught by some heavy object, and it couldn't even pierce an inch forward.

At the same time, one of the right arms of the blue-robed man suddenly twisted at an incredible angle, blue light flashed, and a big hand turned into a powerful blue dragon claw with a protruding joint, and grabbed the left fist of the shape-shifting silver Jiao like lightning, clenched it hard, twisted and pulled, and was about to crush the fist of the shape-shifting silver Jiao and drag its figure in front of him.

A series of movements between the two of them were as swift as lightning and fire, and they were standing beside them, and it was difficult to see clearly even if they were afraid.

The shape-shifting silver Jiao didn't seem to expect the blue-robed man to react so quickly, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, and the sword in his hand turned into a slash, and he slashed hard, but the left fist that was tightly held by the dragon's claws flashed with silver light, and with a "boom", a large cloud of dazzling lightning burst out, and his right leg was raised, and he kicked the buttocks of the blue-robed man.

A series of silver electric snakes instantly spread all over the body from the arm of the blue-robed man, from head to toe were silver snakes flying, a blue robe was shattered into pieces, the muscles of the whole body trembled violently, and he was no longer able to clench a fist of the shape-shifting silver jiao, and the kick on the buttocks seemed to contain the power of Wanjun, and the figure involuntarily flew forward, and the wind was whistling in his ears.

The shape-shifting silver Jiao got out of trouble, and with the power of this kick, it also flew backwards like lightning, and the distance between the two of them widened fifty or sixty zhang in an instant, and with a wave of his hand, a pitch-black bead the size of a walnut flew towards the blue-robed man and the group of demon beasts behind him.

"Who the hell are you, you dare to transform into the appearance of my Jiaolong clan, are you tired of living?"

The blue-robed man let out a roar of horror and anger from his mouth, stretched his arms flat and waved back, an astonishing momentum rushed up from his body, the surrounding space trembled violently, and he suddenly stopped in the air, turned around, his eyes widened angrily, and looked at the shape-shifting silver Jiao on the opposite side viciously.

In the flash of blue light, the figure twisted and changed for a while, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a strong man with a head and a human body more than two feet high, covered from head to toe with blue scales, shining and mighty. It's a pity that there is an extra deep sword wound more than three feet long and four or five inches deep on the back, the flesh and blood are blurred, the blood is flowing sideways, and bursts of heart-piercing pain continue to come.

It's a long story, but it all happens in a moment.

The transformation of the silver Jiao is naturally an aquatic ontology, and the black-robed man is just a demonic clone, and the seamless sneak attack plan is actually a failure, but it destroys the Qingjiao Sword, and I can't help but feel a little frustrated in my heart.

The blue-robed man's supernatural powers are so great and his reaction is so fast that he is by no means comparable to a ninth-level Jiaolong, and at this time, he felt the monstrous spiritual pressure that rushed to his face, and his heart trembled secretly, could it be that this blue Jiao was actually a tenth-level realm?

Suddenly, there was a powerful coercion above his head, the space around his body tightened, the wind howled, and Shui Sheng waved his interrupted sword without thinking about it, slashing towards the top of his head.

With a loud bang, the sky-breaking axe flew upside down, and the aquatic figure fell to the ground, his right arm was numb, and the broken sword almost flew out of his hand.

At this moment, Shui Sheng could already conclude that this blue Jiao was by no means a ninth-level realm, so he didn't dare to think about it, his figure rose from the ground, continued to fly backwards, opened a larger distance, and shouted softly: "Explosion!"

A crimson flame the size of an acre rose in the air, and the pitch-black bead the size of a walnut exploded not far in front of Lan Jiao.

"Even a thunderbolt dares to show its eyes in front of this saint!"

Lan Jiao snorted coldly, and with a wave of his left hand, a ball of blue flames flew out, and the crimson flames that rushed to his front were extinguished.

For the power of the thunderbolt, Lan Jiao is no longer familiar with it, when it was in the auction hall, through its hands, it threw out as many as thirty pieces, if it is converted according to each 800,000 spirit stones, it is a huge wealth worth more than 20 million.

Shui Sheng grinned and said, "Yes, then you can try another one!"

Happy reading at the end of this chapter! (To be continued......)