With Song Xia's order, more than a thousand Immortal Island monks rushed in front of the Honghuang monks like a torrent of black oppression.

The people who first came into contact with the Immortal Island Monk didn't have much reaction at all, and they were killed by the Immortal Island Monk in one fell swoop!

With a single face-to-face effort, nearly a hundred Honghuang monks have fallen. After that, some monks came to their senses one after another, and they sacrificed spiritual weapons and smashed them over.

"Bang bang bang!"

When the spirit weapon of the Honghuang monk encountered the long knife of the fairy island monk, they were shattered one after another, and they were vulnerable.

The immortal island monk broke the defense line of the Honghuang monk like a devastating deterioration, and smashed into the crowd, like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, and opened a killing ring, the sword light flashed frequently, and the long knife pointed at him, invincible!

The crowd was "chaotic", a scream sounded, and the blood flowed like a river, and the monk who was able to escape from the sword of the monk of Xiandao never dared to turn back, and fled desperately.

However, the periphery of the Sword Casting Villa has already arranged a large array of trapped dragons, and the Honghuang monks are already like birds in a cage, and they can hide for a while, but sooner or later they will be killed by the fairy island monks.

The Honghuang monk was able to resist at first, but it didn't make too many waves, and then quietly collapsed. In the end, it was like a plate of scattered sand, and they scattered violently, each fleeing for their lives, and few monks dared to compete head-on with the fairy island monks.

The monk of Xiandao was dressed in a black "color" robe, divided into ten teams, like ten pitch-black and fierce long knives, slashing into the place where the monks of the flood wilderness landed, blood splashed in the air and never stopped, the long knife passed everywhere, and the corpses fell silently, extremely tragic.

The black "colored" robes of the fairy island monk were stained with blood, and his pale face was matched with a little blood, which looked particularly hideous and terrifying, and his eyes were surging with endless excitement.

One of the monks screamed and said in a trembling voice, "I don't have the Giant Sword, I'll give you the storage bag, don't kill me." ”

Before the words fell, a flash of knife light flashed in front of his eyes, his head flew into the sky, blood flowed like a stream, and the headless corpse fell weakly.

Song Xia took the storage bags of the dozens of Honghuang monks who had just been killed, opened them and investigated them in turn, but found no trace of the giant sword.

Song Xia raised his voice and said, "Stop for a moment and check the storage bags of these ants to see if there is any whereabouts of the giant sword." ”

When the Immortal Island monks heard Song Xia's voice, they immediately stopped killing, although they had already killed red-eyed, they were very disciplined, and no one dared to resist Song Xia's orders.

Ten monks such as Hei Yi stood behind Song Xia, and one of them asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, if you find the Juque Sword now, there will be only these Honghuang monks left......

"Don't leave a single one!" Song Xia exuded a murderous intent all over his body, and said with a cold smile: "The Honghuang monks are like ants, it is not too much to kill, not to mention that they still have spirit stones and other things in their storage bags, it is better than nothing!"

"Understood!" the black ten men replied in unison.

In this moment's effort, thousands of Honghuang monks have died under the sword of the fairy island monk, and the fairy island monk has not injured a single person. After more than 1,000 Immortal Island monks checked the storage bags, they did not find the whereabouts of the giant sword.

Song Xia frowned slightly, his face was slightly gloomy, and he fell into deep thought.

He was not without fear, Mu Qing, who had confronted him before, also had a monk who had cultivated sword intent, and the most worthy of attention was the monk who could turn into blue light and cultivate in the storm of sword qi.

Now that Xiandao has gone on a killing spree, none of these three people have appeared, no matter from which angle they look at, they all have an unusual smell.

"Could it be that these three people are outside the Sword Casting Villa? If that's the case, it's really a bit difficult to do, after all, the Sword Shrine is not like the Sword Casting Villa, the former is vast and boundless, and it is simply difficult to find a monk who is intentionally hidden. This thought crossed Song Xia's mind, and he couldn't help but be a little anxious.

This situation has not happened, fifty years ago, when the Pure Jun Sword was born, it was obtained by a Qi Condensing Monk, this monk was extremely lucky, escaped the encirclement and suppression, and was stunned in a corner of the Sword Shrine until the time limit for the Sword Shrine to be closed. But when this monk walked out of the place of the sword mound, he was still not spared, and was strongly suppressed by the Gongsun royal family and took away the Chunjun Sword.

"Fortunately, there are also my Immortal Island seniors guarding the outside of the Sword Shrine, so there will be no accidents. But in this way, this credit is not my Song Xia's. ”

At this point, Song Xia became bored, snorted lightly, and said in a cold voice: "If you don't have the Juque Sword, you will continue to kill me! Kill all this group of desolate ants!

A new round of killing has begun, and the Flood Monks are facing an unprecedented crisis!

The underground stone chamber of the ruins of the sword.

Lin Yi had already recovered his heyday, and came to the side of the Juque Sword, wanting to try it again, if it really didn't work, he would first put the Juque Sword in the storage bag and return to the Qisha Sect to study it carefully.

At this time, the Juque Sword had nearly half of the **** on the ground, and Lin Yi was full of qi and blood, and almost exhausted his body again, so he lifted the Juque Sword little by little, but he couldn't lift it at all, let alone fight the sword against the enemy.

Lin Yi sighed, and had no choice but to put the giant sword in and out of the storage bag.

There were a lot of spirit stones and other things in the storage bag, and as soon as the Juque Sword entered, the hundreds of spirit stones around it were instantly shattered, the aura dissipated, and some of the best spirit weapons in the storage bag also retreated on their own, giving up half of the space in the storage bag to the Juque Sword.

"It is worthy of being the Eight Desolations Famous Sword, and even this breath can deter other spiritual weapons. ”

The Juque Sword was extremely heavy, and the Immortal Sword Body couldn't lift it up and use it freely, but Lin Yi felt a trace of excitement in his heart. It can almost be expected that if he really masters this sword, this kind of aura and weight alone will be enough to crush a superb spiritual weapon, plus Lin Yi's own sword intent, swordsmanship, and spiritual power. The combat power that erupted with the Giant Que Sword can definitely fight against ordinary Jindan monks!

The Juque Sword is now unusable, and Lin Yi doesn't think about it anymore, another thing he cares about now can be said to be related to the survival of the desolate monks in the Land of Sword Shrines.

Before falling into the stone chamber, Lin Yi had seen the four big characters in the sky, which also meant that the Immortal Island Monk had probably begun to attack the Flood Monk Monk.

Lin Yi had fought with the Immortal Island Monk, and he clearly knew the opponent's combat power, and he could definitely challenge the Flood Desolation Monk one-on-one. In other words, the immortal island monks who have built the foundation have already had the strength to kill the Honghuang monks who have built the foundation perfectly. And the thousands of people who entered the land of the sword mound in Xiandao this time, half of them were foundation building perfections, and the other half were foundation building completions, and there was not even a single monk in the middle stage of foundation building.

The strong combat power of the Immortal Island monks is not because of how strong their exercises are, but because they rely on a few points. First, relying on the advantage of weapons, he faintly overwhelmed the Honghuang monks; secondly, the exercises of the Xiandao monks were extremely simple and bright, without superfluous fancy movements, and their most powerful moves were the moment when the sword was drawn and slashed, and under the urging of a special knife drawing technique, the power of that knife was doubled;

The most important thing is that the Honghuang monks have not been in contact with the Xiandao monks, and they don't know a lot about their exercises. It was Lin Yi who relied on the strength of the immortal sword body to break the hidden sword of the Immortal Island monk.

If there was a fight between the Immortal Island Monk and the Flood Wilderness Monk, the consequences could almost be predicted.

Lin Yi must get out of here now.

Lin Yi didn't think that he would turn the tide by himself, but he would never stand by while watching the monks of the Immortal Island wantonly slaughter the monks of the desolate wilderness, not to mention that Ye Wan'er was still in the land of the sword mound.

Lin Yi will never allow Ye Wan'er to be hurt in the slightest!