"I'm sorry, brother!" Xie Junhe and the cold light in his hand soared into the sky.

The blade of the sword was close to Mo Yang's vital point, but Mo Yang did not move.

Until the moment when the two of them met, "bang", the sword blade in Mo Yang's hand instantly slashed out a sword qi, Xie Jun and only felt a deep shock from the tiger's mouth, and turned around and retreated a few steps.

Immediately after that, the sword qi shook into a virtual and real sword flower, scattering and flying in all directions.

"Oops!" The power of the pear blossom sword was rapidly expanding, Xie Jun and Lijian blocked the horizontal sword, but they heard a "sonorous" sound several times, and the sword flower fell straight on the blade of the broken sword, flashing dazzling sparks, almost cutting off the broken sword in his hand. Behind the sword flower, there was a fierce sword qi hidden, and it suddenly erupted like a volcano, setting off layers of silver sword waves, forcing Xie Junhe to retreat more than ten steps away one after another.

Leng Fengyi's delicate body was lying under the tree in the distance, and after several tosses, she was already angry. Xie Junhe was getting farther and farther away from her, secretly thinking that it would be difficult to take Leng Fengyi out again today.

The voice of the white-clothed holy envoy became more and more excited, and in the blink of an eye, it had closed and surrounded like an iron bucket. The swords meet each other, and the queue rotates alternately in the opposite direction, like a huge grinding disc. Once you are in it, you will be strangled, and you will not be able to find the slightest gap to escape, and not even a single bird will be able to break out. A rather familiar formation.

Oh, Xie Junhe remembered that this was not the iron bucket formation of the Luo Ang family? Judging from this sword formation, Jiang Shaoyun had already collected Luo Ang's set, and the power was amazing with a slight change. It seems that Jiang Shaoyun has long been the real master of Beacon Fire Ridge.

Let's give it a go, Xie Jun and Xindao.

Xie Junhe rose up in the air, and the remnant sword slashed down like a thunderbolt, and the thin sword qi poured out along the sword blade, taking Mo Yang's head.

But Mo Yang had already expected it, the corners of his mouth froze, and he raised his cold sword to block it above his head. "Sonorous", the two swords staggered several times in the air, sparks splashed, and the heat wave shuttled, like being on the stove of smelting iron.

Xie Junhe still didn't succeed. And the bucket array had locked him in space within ten paces. Once you exit ten steps, you will be a sword mountain and sword wall. He secretly scolded himself, Chu Tao's kid didn't know how to escape from the iron bucket array in the first place. Could it be that he is still a pigeon?

And Leng Fengyi's figure has been annihilated behind the white-clothed human wall.

White shadows, pieces of shining sword light, swirled in front of Xie Junhe's eyes, swirling like mist, stirring up countless sand and stones. Gradually, the man and the sand seemed to merge into one, stirring into a concussive murderous aura.

In the mist, Mo Yang's figure suddenly changed unpredictably, as if he was lost in this murderous background. It was as if there were thousands of Mo Yang's phantoms in front of him, and no matter which one he attacked, he would just throw himself into the air.

Xie Junhe stabbed five or six swords in succession, always with the intention of victory, but always when the sword light approached, Mo Yang suddenly moved his body, making his sword deviate from the direction. Seeing the smile behind the copper mask become even sharper and rampant.

Is it a hallucination? Or is it a special spell?

Just as he was hesitating, the ever-changing phantom suddenly turned into a shocking cold light, reaching Xie Junhe's back.

It was cold, a hurricane blew on the flat ground, and the sword light pierced through the black robe in an instant with a force faster than the wind.

Xie Junhe was already shocked that a side flash, at the last moment when the sword blade was split, the remnant sword in his hand was picked outward, and "dang" the ground, just holding this tyrannical sword. The black clothes under the right flank are torn from top to bottom.