The cold light in Jiang Shaoyun's hand was shining brightly, fluttering and blooming like a rain of flowers, with the arrogance of shattering everything. Everywhere the sword light passed, the remnants of the wood, whether it was a broken stone, they all turned into powder. After one move, Fire Butterfly and Fang Xi's swords and hidden weapons were fired together, and there was a tendency for the stars to collapse. The ruins collapsed in the sword qi, chaotic. That posture almost turned the world upside down. The three of them spared no effort to force Xie Junhe.

Xie Junhe dodged and blocked all the way through the ruins, only to see that the remnant sword quickly changed its position, and it did not leak. The sparks on the blade of the sword are dizzying. It's just a pity that I can't find any flaws in the counteroffensive. "Awesome!" The moment Jiang Shaoyun regained his momentum, Xie Junhe retreated to a flat land, horizontal sword, gasping slightly, but smiling.

The deep voice was not shocked: "Chu Tao is not the opponent of the Pear Flower Sword, what can you do?"

Xie Junhe just stabilized his breath, and the sword in his hand flew up again, and two particularly dazzling light wheels were thrown out on his side: "Cold Ice Technique!"

Jiang Shaoyun frowned, and Fire Butterfly and Fang Xi blocked in front of him at the same time, raising their swords to resist.

The two light wheels flew out with unusually fast speed, and without hearing the sound of metal, they had already lifted the two people who were blocking them three steps away. Immediately after a volley of swords, the sword wave that struck more than ten white-clothed holy envoys in front of him coincidentally softened and vomited blood. Wei Jiang Shaoyun did not move, unscathed, supporting his thin sword, brushing his white beard, as if watching a play.

How is this possible? Even Ling Yuansheng in the distance looked stupid.

"Lord ......" Fire Butterfly barely stood up, pressed his chest, and said viciously: "This person will be killed!"

Fang Xi was also in a similar situation to him, and said, "There is no reason why he will not die!"

"Konoha, did you die at the hands of this person?" Jiang Shaoyun asked lightly.

"It's just that man is not a man or a woman?!haha!" Xie Junhe laughed wildly, "It was the master who killed him." ”

"Very good. The thin sword suddenly rolled wildly, crossed the human wall, and launched a burst of sword qi that flew sand and stones. As soon as Xie Junhe saw him raise his hand, he knew that something was wrong, and flew towards the back of a low earthen wall beside him. But before he could arrive, the earthen wall had been reduced to nothing under the sword qi.

In an instant, his whole body was engulfed and swallowed by the sword qi, as if thousands of sharp blades had cut his flesh and skin, and the cold air penetrated into his bones, wanting to tear his body apart**. The sand was lost in sight, unable to resist it, for it had no idea where the power was coming from. It's as if you're in a cage of swords.

In the chaos, he only vaguely remembered the broken sentence of the cold ice jue: "rootless and dustless ......" subconsciously, raising his sword to block, and an unknown energy was condensed in his body. Suddenly, on the other side, a cold light like lightning pierced the chaos and came straight towards his heart.

The sword in his hand trembled deeply, and his feet completely lost control, and his whole body softened.

Suddenly, there is no center of gravity. I only felt that the two forces were entangled and entangled in his body, and it took a while before it faded away.

I thought of the sword that Chu Tao had been subjected to—could it be—this was the Bone Turning Rou?

Standing with his sword, he felt as if his whole body was scorched by the flames, and he couldn't exert half of his strength.

"Whew", a cold light swept behind him, splashing a bloody light: Ling Yuansheng's broadsword was slashing across the shoulder of the white-clothed holy envoy, leaving a terrifying line of blood. The broadsword slammed into the ground, and the wave of sand that was struck out repelled another wave. It was like a solid shield, protecting Xie Junhe's back.

Sweating profusely, the two laughed loudly at the same time.