Seeing that Qin Shuang suddenly released the wood-attributed Taoist magic, and then opened a bloody path among the dense demon cultivators and monsters. The two of them looked at Qin Shuang with surprise and fear of Qin Shuang.

They didn't notice that ten flying boats appeared in the sky, silently breaking through the thick dark clouds and approaching the battlefield.

And at this moment, Yang Linglong suddenly sent a message to Qin Shuangdao:

"Qin Shuang, can it stand out?"

"No problem!" Qin Shuang pursed her lips and said in a voice transmission.

"Stop showing off!" Yang Linglong sighed and said, "I remember you still have golden spirit roots?"

"yes!"

Qin Shuang used the Fire Dragon Sword as a crutch and moved forward step by step. At this time, her physical strength was almost exhausted. With each step, the grass around her grew wildly, entangling and cutting the demon cultivators and monsters. At the same time, the layers of green grass also protected Qin Shuang, Senior Brother Dan and Junior Sister Kun in the middle to resist the attacks of the demon cultivators and monsters.

"You can't break through like this, your cultivation is still lower!" Yang Linglong sighed and said, "Put your Fire Dragon Sword, let me in, and pour your golden energy into Linglong Sword."

"Then...what Taoism should I use?"

"Just pour the gold yuan power, and I will come. Stop and let the two little guys squat down."

"good!"

Qin Shuang suddenly stepped forward with his right foot, paused his body, and at the same time, the maximum output of Mu Yuan power was released. The surrounding grass grew wildly, protecting Qin Shuang and the three of them inside. Then Qin Shuang switched to the Qinglong Yuanshen, used the White Tiger Yuanshen, put away the Fire Dragon Sword, and held the Linglong Sword with the backhand.

"Clang..."

With a sound of sword, he pulled the Linglong sword into his hand, and Jin Yuanli frantically instilled into the Linglong sword. At the same time, he shouted to Senior Brother Dao and Junior Sister Kun who were standing behind him:

"Squat down!"

Senior Brother An and Junior Sister Kun squatted down instinctively, and they saw Qin Shuang holding the Linglong Sword high at this time.

"Clang..."

A huge sword sound shook the sky and the earth. The exquisite sword suddenly burst out with a sword light. It penetrated into the sky, shattering the silent clouds like a breaking sky. It appeared before the approaching flying boat, causing Ye Zedao, who was standing in the flying boat to roar in horror.

"Stop, stop quickly!"

The ten flying boats showed panic, but they finally stopped. Every gaze on the flying boat looked at the giant sword that broke through the clouds.

"Immortal Treasure..."

Ye Zedao wriggled his Adam's apple dryly, and his eyes showed a look of greed.

"Clang..."

Another huge sword sound, and the giant sword that was like a giant pillar that was raising the sky collapsed, leaning towards the ground and slashing down. The direction of the slashing down was exactly the direction of dozens of bloody constellations.

The dozens of bloody constellations turned around and fled wildly, and the bloody light shield was released on their bodies.

but……

The sword aura that was like a spanning thousands of miles crushed their bloody light shield without any suspense, and then the bodies of dozens of bloody sleepers turned into powder.

With Qinshuang as the center, Qinshuang's body hovered, and the vast sword energy circled over the heads of Senior Brother Dao and Junior Sister Kun who were squatting on the ground, like a huge windmill.

The hundred thousand monks on the ten flying boats were so scared that their faces were pale, and some even screamed.

"Puff puff puff..."

Wherever the Linglong sword light passed, everything was destroyed.

Extremely far away.

Baoyi stared blankly at everything in front of her. The entire earth was covered with corpses, layered up, making the original land like rolling hills, and blood had already passed through her ankles.

Dead! All dead!

How is this possible?

That was more than 20,000 demon cultivators, 200,000 monsters, and even mysterious and strange bloody constellations. Together these powers, even the immortal king would flee in a panic. How could Qin Shuang be able to? How could it be possible for these demon cultivators and monsters to kill them?

What was the huge sword light just now?

At this time, the sword light had disappeared, and Qin Shuang was tiredly leaning on Linglong Sword, with a bitter smile on her face.

She was completely passive just now. At first, she actively injected the golden yuan power, but later it was Linglong Sword that was crazy about absorbing the golden yuan power in Qinshuang's body. In less than two breaths, Qinshuang's golden yuan power and the white tiger's soul power had been drawn by Yang Linglong, making Qinshuang even weaker.

"Elder..." In the flying boat, a monk opened his mouth dryly and spoke to Ye Ze.

"Land!" Ye Zedao took a deep breath and issued an order.

Ten flying boats in the sky began to land towards the ground, and Ye Zedao's eyes flashed. Originally, Ye Zedao did not take any blood in his eyes, nor did he take the 200,000 demon cultivators and 200,000 monsters seriously. In his opinion, he led 100,000 monks and 200,000 monsters to push 20,000 monsters and 200,000 monsters.

However, I didn't expect that it was not his turn to take action at all, so I saw such a hellish scene. I saw an immortal treasure.

At this time, there was no idea of ​​pushing the monks and monsters in his head, and there was no idea that the alliance would remind him to find Qin Shuang.

There are only two words left in his eyes, in his heart, and in his consciousness:

Fairy Treasure!

"Bang bang bang..."

Ten flying boats landed on the ground.

"Swoosh swish swish..."

Countless figures flew out of the flying boat and landed on the ground. These monks were veterans who had been through the battlefield for a long time. Once they landed on the ground, they had already cooperated with each other and formed a battle formation.

"Bang!"

Ye Zedao's figure fell at the front of the team, wearing a purple robe, with the sign of the Alliance Elder embroidered on his chest, and his eyes looked forward majestic.

In the sky, dark clouds dyed ink dissipated, the sun shone down, and the world became brighter in an instant.

Ye Zedao, wearing a purple robe, had his waist straight and looked very majestic, but when his eyes swept over, his knees softened, and he almost knelt on the ground, his eyes showing horror.

The corpses of 20,000 demon cultivators and 200,000 monsters covered the earth, and the blood dyed blood red wherever they looked. This visual impact made Ye Zedao's heart beat violently.

The hundreds of thousands of monks standing behind him also looked shocked on their faces.

In their vision.

A blood-red figure stood in the center of the endless corpse with a sword, and two people were squatting behind her. Ye Zedao's eyes flashed.

He walked towards Qinshuang and spoke:

"I secretly said to Lun, Ding Yakun, why are you two here?"

He secretly Dao Lun and Ding Yakun stood up from the ground, glanced at Ye Ze, but ignored him at all. Instead, he looked at Qin Shuang, then fell on the Linglong sword that Qin Shuang was leaning on the ground, and swallowed a saliva.

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