The entire vicinity of Yulan Mountain was completely silent at the moment, except for the sounds of Han Xi and the incarnation of Wanmu Qingdi entangled from time to time.
Qiuhua couldn't help but took a breath of cold air. He looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.
At this point, I still don’t know what kind of magical powers and swordsmanship Zong Shou has displayed.
It can only be vaguely discerned, and there are some shadows of the laws of time and space, as well as a trace of the power of cause and effect.
With just one sword, the incarnation of Lord Zhenwu was chopped into pieces. The second sword killed the divine body of True Lord Huoming.
Just as Zong Shou looked back, his gaze was obviously indifferent and frosty. But in his eyes, he always felt that there was a strong sense of ridicule in them.
It was as if he was saying to him, I wonder what kind of arrangements your master, Master Wuxu Palace, has
Thoughts flashed through Qiuhua's heart, and she was gradually immersed in despair.
After thinking about it, there is no trump card that can turn the world around again.
In addition to three sets of Zhenwu Sword Formations, there are more than thirty cultivators at the spiritual level here, but they can barely fight with them, and there is even a chance of winning by one or two points.
Just now, this sect came back from a desperate situation and killed Zhenwu Huoming in succession. The momentum has been established, and the two swords that no one can defeat and no one can solve have already been imprinted deep in everyone's hearts, leaving a shadow of fear.
Anyone struck by such a sword will surely die. Who can stop it
Even though he knew that the sect guard could not use this kind of swordsmanship without any restrictions; he knew that the other party must have used some secret method that greatly improved his own realm and could not last long, he still felt afraid.
There was even more hesitation in my mind. Should I continue at this time, or should I escape
If the battle continues, there will never be much hope of victory. On the contrary, all the elite pillars of the Dao Spirit Vault Realm will be lost here.
But if the disciples of the six sects were abandoned, they would all run away alone. The reputation of Dao Ling Qiong Realm must have plummeted this time. No longer able to convince the public. His master must also receive countless censures, and his position as palace master cannot be guaranteed.
After just a brief thought, Qiuhua made a decision, gritted his teeth, and threw out dozens of talismans from his sleeves.
"Save people! I'm here to cut off the queen, please form a Qiankun Qi Formation and help Qiuhua!"
In today's battle, he no longer wanted to kill Zong Shou. Just hope that there will be less losses.
The moment the voice spoke, two spiritual lights were seen on the opposite side, flying towards the left and right.
Looking from a distance, they saw a khaki puppy and a thunder dragon with wings. And where these two escorting beasts pounced, there were two disc-shaped black magic weapons.
It's the falling star disk!
No matter how heavy his heart is, Qiuhua knows that he must not delay even half a moment at this time.
His mind moved slightly, and he made a gesture with his hands. A huge white fire phoenix. Now in the air again.
The dozens of spiritual talismans also exploded one after another, turning into white flames. Integrated into it.
Among the twenty or so spirit realms in the air, someone who had known the opportunity had already gotten behind them.
The twelve people stood on each side and formed a spiritual formation in the blink of an eye. More than a dozen people connected with each other and poured huge streams of true soul energy into Qiu Hua's body.
The body of the white fire phoenix also exploded immediately, turning into a giant shadow of more than 6,000 feet. Covering the heaven and earth. With the force of destroying everything, it swept across the sky and rushed towards Zong Shou.
The other dozen or so spiritual realms all flashed out of the way, wanting to return to Yulan Mountain.
No special reminder is needed. Then you will know the meaning of Qiuhua. The disciples of the six sects here can take away as much as they can today.
Zong Shouwang looked in his eyes and raised his brows slightly.
Do you want to leave now? How can it be so easy
He has other uses for the lives of many spiritual monks here. How can you allow yourself to escape
The power of the epiphyllum has begun to fade. The state of forcible improvement is also retreating.
But at this time, it is still less than the number of three breaths!
The black thunder wings 3,200 feet behind him suddenly opened up and expanded outward. The left and right sides stretched to more than six thousand feet, and then they stopped.
With one wave of the roll, it collided with the white phoenix. Lei Lie Qianhua and Yan Yan clashed, and the stalemate lasted only a moment before they gained a slight upper hand.
The two collided, and the flames that filled the sky dissipated in an instant.
But at this time, more soul power was gathering at the top of Yulan Mountain. Inhaled from the nameless sword, it turned into green fire, burning brightly in Zong Shou's soul.
More than thirty ninth-level spiritual stones were broken into pieces one after another in Zong Shou's hands.
Within Zong Shou Yuanhun, the second epiphyllum is also slowly opening at this moment.
Another huge wave of souls filled the depths of Zong Shou's soul.
"Forbidden air!"
In an instant, the entire area of 30,000 feet was completely frozen and locked by a powerful thought.
It's not just soul power, there's also a fierce sword intent lingering inside.
Those dozen spiritual realms were caught off guard. They were unable to successfully break through the space barrier, but instead were counterattacked by the power of time and space.
Then, another golden light struck in the air, injuring four people in the blink of an eye.
The speed is extremely fast, beyond the limits of most people's eyesight. Looking carefully, he saw that it was Zong Shou's spiritual pet that could change into a human form and use Zong Shou's various sword skills.
At this time, it changed into another appearance, with six wings on its back, silver armor all over its body, and two pairs of sword arms in front of its body.
In a flash of light and shadow, four spiritual realms were seriously injured. It didn't kill him, it just broke through the sea of qi, chopped off the limbs, and the blade touched the eyebrows, severely injuring the soul of the dead man, making him unable to move.
No matter how frightened Qiuhua was, he no longer cared about saving the disciples of the six sects on Yulan Mountain.
Saying the word 'escape', he quickly picked up the magic weapon and fled frantically into the distance.
Dozens of talismans flew out of his sleeves and turned into the shape of white phoenixes again, blocking behind him.
I was at a loss, wondering why this secret method of Zong Shou's improvement in realm could be maintained for so long? Why can't I see this person? Is there any sign of damage to his vitality
The rest of the spiritual realm cultivators were all using their abilities at this moment and scattered in all directions, flying away into the distance.
Zong Shou ignored it, his heart became silent, and he immersed all his thoughts in the sword in his hand.
Nine-nine dragon shadows in the sky!
The Sword of Instant Sky contains the secret method of cause and effect, the art of destiny.
The red light is blazing, this is the killing swordsmanship!
Zong Shou's entire body turned into a blood shadow, using his sword as a guide to swim in the long sky.
A flash. It was just a ball of blood that exploded. A person in the early stage of the spiritual realm three hundred feet away died on the spot.
All the energy and blood souls were forcibly extracted by Zong Shou's sword.
Second person! The third person! The fourth person!
Wherever the blood shadow passes, no one can escape.
As Zong Shou's body gradually became filled with energy and blood. A green bronze mirror also rose into the sky at this time, like a bright moon. Suspended sky.
Wisps of water-like light shine down, covering tens of thousands of feet in radius.
The twenty or so spiritual cultivators who were escaping were all slightly in a trance. The escaping light was scattered and stagnant for a moment.
When he woke up again, he saw that the sky was once again shrouded in black.
It's the 'falling star disk'!
Qiuhua couldn't help but howl and roar, venting the despair in his chest.
There's only one step left, just one step! It's only a few dozen feet away. In one thousandth of a breath, he could escape and escape.
At this time, it was blocked by the fallen star disk. Had to stop temporarily.
It actually only takes a moment to break through this dark curtain. However, at this time, where does he have time
Zong Shou’s sword light has arrived! The moment it rushed over, all the eclipse fires were destroyed. It was like a broken bamboo, breaking through the Gang Qi outside his body, but it did not kill him immediately.
Instead, it broke the air and sea chakras and cut off the limbs. A bit of sword edge penetrates into the soul. A bit of real power exploded deep in his soul.
Qiuhua immediately felt his soul, dizzy and in excruciating pain, and fell into a coma without knowing what was going on. Fell to the ground.
Zong Shou's sword was still as sharp and sharp as before. The sword joined the man and continued to flash in the air.
Cooperating with Xiao Jin who was not far away, in just a moment, more than ten spiritual realm cultivators were killed one after another. Severe cuts and injuries were all made just like Qiuhua's.
However, there were also seven or eight figures that broke through the black sky, and fled in panic into the distance. The light and shadow were so fast that they disappeared in just a blink of an eye.
Zong Shou snorted coldly and did not pursue him. In a flash, he arrived at the top of Yulan Mountain, where the leader of Ping An Dao, together with those of the eighth and ninth levels, had disappeared.
The few spirit realms that had been rushed back for Han Xi earlier had already figured out the opportunity to escape.
There were only a dozen real martial swordsmen left who were seriously injured and unconscious due to the broken idol.
It's not that the sea of souls didn't save him, but that Han Xi and his six flying ants were watching, making it impossible to save him.
These people are smart and know that if they delay even for a moment, their lives may be in danger today.
In addition, there is also a set of Zhenwu Sword Formation, which is still hanging in the air.
Those seven people were all pale-faced, with cold sweat on their foreheads. Although he was still entrusting the statue of Qing Emperor, his expression was full of despair.
Zong Shou thrust his sword intent towards the incarnation of Wanmu Qingdi. The huge divine body froze for a moment, the green sword condensed, and he looked over warily.
But he ignored Han Xi, and with a flash of silver light, he rushed to the vicinity of the peach wood statue.
A few flashes of sword light cut the statue into pieces! The figure swiveled to absorb the divine power that exploded, then turned around and slashed with a sword, killing the tribulation thunder that followed, easily and effortlessly.
The incarnation of the divine body of Emperor Wanmu Qing was also collapsing.
Zong Shou didn't look at it and allowed the swallowing Tianyuan Transformation Technique to swallow up those divine powers.
With a display of his true power, he dragged nearly twenty seriously injured spiritual monks to his side. With the help of his spiritual thoughts, he forcibly pulled the Taiyi Xuankun Formation that was gradually stopping its operation.
"Please Palace Master Wuxu, take Gu Yijian!"
Through the magic circle, the sound spreads tens of thousands of miles, all the way to the Dao Spirit Dome. He knew that Wu Xu would definitely be able to hear it!
Qiuhua also regained consciousness at this time. When he raised his head, he realized that he had returned to the top of Yulan Mountain. In front of him was that nightmare-like thin figure.
The sword was dark red, as if smeared with blood. The man stands in mid-air, the god is majestic and majestic like a prison. The nine tails appeared and soared into the sky, making Zong Shou at this moment so handsome that he looked eerie.
Blood Sword, Demon King—