In a corner of Tongtian Peak Square, four women from the two evil paths stood here. However, at this moment, they were completely nervous and depressed in the middle of the square, but instead seemed to be talking about homely.

These four girls are Tian Ling'er of Qingyun, Lu Xueqi, Bi Yao and Jin Ping'er of the Demon Sect.

At the beginning of this battle, Bi Yao brought Jin Ping'er to Lu Xueqi.

Speaking of which, it was Biyao's contribution to being able to come. The day before the war, Biyao found Jin Ping'er. I don't know what they said. Jin Ping'er turned aside and actually put down Jinxiufang and followed Biyao to Qingyun.

As for Tian Ling'er, it was a coincidence.

"Biyao, he hasn't appeared yet! Maybe he won't come!"

"Since that's the case, the battle between us should have begun!"

As Lu Xueqi spoke, the Langya Divine Sword had been unsheathed, and the lightning began to jump on the blade.

Before Biyao could answer the conversation, Jin Ping'er suddenly covered her mouth and smiled, gently lifting her left foot.

"Jin Ping'er, do you also want to participate in this battle between the righteous and the demons! Don't forget how you agreed to Wushang!"

Jin Ping'er smiled unabated and waved her hand, "No, don't get me wrong! I won't interfere in the battle between you!"

As she said that, she took her left foot back, then took a half step back, giving out Biyao who was standing with her.

Bi Yao couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth twice.

"Are you sure? Although we haven't seen him yet, that doesn't mean he is not here!"

Lu Xueqi shook her head, "Although you said it's good, I can't wait any longer now!"

The Divine Sword and Thunder Control True Art, which was used by the first veins, could feel the strong vibration even on the edge of the square.

The water Qilin seemed to have been injured by the heavy blow just now and became shaky. At this moment, it was already a time for Qingyun to survive.

So Lu Xueqi knew that she could no longer wait.

Bi Yao's eyebrows moved, and she suddenly turned around and looked towards the back mountain of Tongtian Peak.

There she noticed a familiar wave, which was the breath of Taiyin Hualu. Shu gave her a drop that day, and now most of it is still sealed in the purple palace between her eyebrows.

So she was very familiar with this breath.

"Little brother, he is here indeed!"

The other three girls looked over Biyao's gaze and were stunned because they saw not the familiar figure, but a white-haired man in a purple robe.

"Master Master!"

Yes, the person who came was Dao Xuan, and not only that, Dao Xuan was also holding an ancient sword emitting a light blue light in his hand.

In the air, Daoxuan looked around. On the huge square, there were corpses crossing. Even the water Qilin looked particularly miserable at this time. The attack on the Divine Sword and Thunder Control True Art came too quickly. Its body was large and could not be avoided in a hurry.

The only remaining junior brothers are now leaning together panting, obviously they can't fight against the enemy again for a while. This time, Qingyun was hit by an unprecedented blow.

Daoxuan, in a rage, had no consequences, and his magic power suddenly poured into the ancient Zhuxian sword. Then the Zhuxian sword formation flashed with a red light, directly covering the entire square.

The sharp sword energy cuts and ravages the space.

Before everyone in the Demon Cult could react, they were already surrounded by the sword formation.

In the sword formation, the poisonous god's face turned cold and he said angrily, "Ghost King! Didn't you say that the Zhuxian Sword cannot be sheathed?"

An important reason why they were willing to take action with the Ghost King before was that the ancient Zhuxian sword would not be unsheathed.

It’s not that they are pretentious, but that the Zhuxian Ancient Sword is too much more dangerous.

The ancient sword seemed to have a space in it. In the blink of an eye, the sky was densely covered with flying swords.

The cold sword intent filled the square of Tongtian Peak.

Feeling the cold sword intent, Yu Yangzi couldn't help but tremble suddenly, and an unspeakable fear surged into his heart.

When the old man in black heart attacked Qingyun, he was just a little disciple of Changshengtang. Because the old man in black heart attracted firepower, Tian Chengzi did not concentrate the firepower on them, and he escaped by luck.

Let’s look at it today. Although the person has changed, the ancient sword of Zhuxian is still the same. The light blue sword body and cold sword intent bring out a murderous intent to slaughter the world. Unlike the last time, Daoxuan has already gathered fire and the others.

The Four Spirits Blood Array was swept away by the sword energy, and it was like a piece of glass, shattered in response to the sound.

This large formation that can suppress the water Qilin was pale in front of this ancient sword as white paper.

The people in the formation were suddenly exposed to the sharpness of the Zhuxian Sword.

The flying sword was sharp and without special control. The flying swords hovered in the sky were like eyes, like blood-devouring cyan dragons, crazily slaughtering the people of the Demon Sect.

"It's the Zhuxian Sword!"

There was a rare pleasure in Tian Ling'er's tone. The Demon Sect's people attacked the mountain, and almost everyone was injured in their Dazhu Peak. What's more, several veins were almost destroyed by them, leaving only the first commander. Now Daoxuan sacrificed the ancient sword of Zhuxian and began to massacre these Demon Sect's thieves. She was really happy in her heart.

"Hmph! This time, where do you evil thieves in the Demon Cult go?"

Zhu Xian's peerless edge turned into the horn of hell. Dao Xuan's hands separated, his fingers were together, and the ancient sword shook slowly, and then it turned and the blue light suddenly burst out.

Dao Xuan pressed down with both hands, and Zhu Xian received the order and headed straight for the ghost king, poisonous god, Yu Yangzi, and Mr. Gui.

This sword! Locks the space!

This sword! The time of solidification!

This sword! There is no way to avoid it. The Ghost King and the others had only time to activate a shield and saw a ray of blue light galloping down.

The Four Spirit Blood Formation was completely destroyed by this sword.

The small tripod above Mr. Ghost's head was also knocked out of dust by this sword. The light on it was gone, like an ordinary thing, as if it had lost its spirituality.

Mr. Ghost was directly retaliated, and with a wow sound, he sprayed an old blood far away.

With the cross-linking of his mind, he clearly felt the ancient sword that was regarded as the treasure of the sect by Qingyun. How powerful and terrifying the taboos their demon sect had when they heard it.

A deep fear appeared in his eyes. Under this sword, he seemed to feel his soul trembling. Fortunately, he had not really touched it yet, but was just affected, otherwise he would not have thought about it now.

Time is running out, and before everyone can think about it, Gu Jian has already arrived in front of the Ghost King and others.

"Pop! Pop! Pop!"

After three dull sounds, the shield raised by the Ghost King and the others was like white paper, and it was broken with one stab, and the three shields were broken in response to the sound!

The Ghost King, the Poison God, and Yu Yangzi staggered and all spit out a mouthful of blood.

Once again, the Ghost King looked at the ancient sword, and a trace of horror appeared in his heart.

With this sword, they first broke the sect formation of their Holy Sect, then knocked down the sect's treasure, the Dragon Cauldron, and then smashed the protective shields of the few of them, seriously injuring the three giants in the Taiqing Realm.

If he hadn't experienced this power personally, he wouldn't have believed it. It would have been outrageous. Even Wushang, the sofa was not so terrifying.

After a little slowing down, Daoxuan raised his hands and the ancient Zhuxian sword came to his side again.

Looking at the four people who were seriously injured by vomiting blood on the ground, a trace of blood flashed in his eyes, and he was about to pursue the victory and kill them completely.

Then he raised up the remaining magic power in his body, poured it into the ancient sword, and pressed it down again.

The ancient sword trembled slightly and made a refreshing sound of sword.

Facing the Zhuxian Ancient Sword that was galloping down again, the Ghost King and others looked bitter, and no longer had any intention of fighting. They shouted, "Go away!"

Unfortunately, if Zhu Xian is unsheathed, he will definitely return in blood. The Ghost King, Mr. Ghost, and the Poison God rely on their cultivation level in Taiqing Realm to be one step ahead. Yu Yangzi has a poor cultivation level, but he is not so lucky. After a shrill scream, he was directly turned into dust by Zhu Xian.

Seeing the three people running away, a hint of anger appeared in Daoxuan's eyes, and a trace of blood was quietly covered in the whites of his eyes. Then Zhu Xian rushed down again, targeting the place where Biyao and his men were. Because of the Qinglong, Youji rushed over at some time and planned to take Biyao.

Originally, Daoxuan would not do anything to them by himself. He didn't expect that as many of them, he would suddenly become the target in Daoxuan's eyes.

"Gu Long!"

Feeling the oppression of the surrounding space, Qinglong looked up and saw that he was facing the ancient Zhuxian sword emitting a light blue light! He couldn't help but swallowed a big mouthful of saliva!

"It's over!"
Chapter completed!