Jing Hongtu directly shot out another Heavenly Saber, which merged with the first Heavenly Saber in mid-air. At the same time, veins burst out in his hands, "Duh!"

I saw that after the fusion of the two heavenly knives, it was not a strengthening effect, but that after the fusion, it actually changed its shape and incredibly turned into a giant tiger in mid-air. The giant tiger was vivid and vivid.

The giant dragon that was pierced by Yan Boping's sword was instantly hit hard, and Long Zhe, who was connected to it mentally, turned pale. Long Zhe waved his hand, and another giant dragon emerged, chasing Yan Boping and hitting it.

come over.

The giant dragon that was immobilized by Yan Boping became active again, pulling Yan Boping to rush towards Long Zhe.

Jing Hongtu's giant tiger was also attacking Yan Boping at this moment, completely surrounding Yan Boping.

Not far away, a fire phoenix also emitted a glow of fire and flew towards Yan Boping quickly, putting Yan Boping into a difficult situation.

However, for Yan Boping, he had no regard for life and death at this moment. He returned to danger, stepped on the dragon's head, and faced the dragon, spirit tiger, and fire phoenix that were attacking him.

, without any fear, shouted loudly, "The sword transforms into thousands!"

The green sword in Yan Boping's hand suddenly transformed into thousands of sword shadows, shooting out in all directions with Yan Boping as the center.

Although the individual attack power of these sword shadows was not strong enough, they were extremely numerous, and they were as dense as pear blossoms and drizzle, and they stabbed into the three-headed true energy transformed bodies of Jing Hongtu, Long Zhe, and Huo Shumei, the leader of the Fire Phoenix Tribe.

Above spiritual things.

At the same time, Yan Boping didn't even take a breath, just put his toes on the head of the giant dragon at his feet, slashed it with his sword, pulled it down horizontally, and at the same time used his strength to land quickly downwards.

Dense sword shadows exploded on the three spirit beasts. Although they only slightly blocked the pace of the three spirit beasts at first, the exploding sword shadows gradually connected into several lines and directly hit the three spirit beasts transformed by their true energy.

There was a moment of instability. If Jing Hongtu and the others who controlled the three spirit beasts hadn't been very strong in cultivation, they would have caused the spirit beasts to collapse at this moment.

However, the giant dragon pulled horizontally by Yan Boping could no longer hold up, and violently divided Yan Boping into two parts, and the huge dragon head was cut off from the dragon's body.

However, for Xiang An, he had no time to pay attention to the battle between dragons and tigers in mid-air at this moment. After all, with Jia Hongsheng on his back, he not only had to face Bailong as an opponent, but also faced the rising tide of southern Xinjiang.

Tribal children.

Although Jia Hongsheng kept asking Xiang An to put him down, Xiang An remained unmoved and kept fighting hard. At the same time, he kept mumbling the contents of the general chapter of Chaos Jue.

I don’t know whether it was the most wonderful book in Dongsheng China that exerted its magical effect, or Xiang An, who was placed behind the scenes, stimulated his great potential. At this time, Xiang An’s Qinghong Sword was swung without any trace of water.

Not only did he not receive an inch of damage, even Jia Hongsheng, who was behind his back, was not hurt by the secretly stabbed sword.

At this time, Bailong finally abandoned the tricky knife technique that he had always been proud of, and switched to the giant dragon sword technique. After all, he had practiced this sword technique since he was a child, and his proficiency in the knife technique may have been ingrained in his bones.

, it’s natural to use it too

The skillful and even wild dragon sword skills made him, who was filled with anger at this moment, feel very happy.

Qu Feng and the elders of Taiyi Sect, who were huddled in Panlongyuan, looked at each other at this moment. They did not immediately follow Yan Boping to fight out, and they were even more unsteady at this time, even though Yan Boping showed great strength.

fighting power, but still couldn't impress them.

However, all the elders were looking at Qu Feng at this moment, as if waiting for Qu Feng's decision.

Although many elders did not speak, the information revealed in their eyes clearly relied on Qu Feng's command.

At this moment, Qu Feng was tempted. He knew that if Yan Boping died under the sword of the barbarians in southern Xinjiang in the battle in front of him with huge disparity in numbers and strength, he, Qu Feng, would most likely ascend the righteous path of Taiyi Sect.

The head of the first sect became the leader of the entire Dongsheng Shenzhou cultivation world.

Faced with such an opportunity, Qu Feng's hand holding the sword tightened, and his veins bulged and relaxed. It was obvious that he, who had always been calm and indifferent to the world, fell into a kind of entanglement.

Just now, Qu Feng wanted to follow Yan Boping and fight out, but in the darkness, an unknown elder secretly tugged on his back, causing his momentum to pause, and he fell into this dilemma.

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Looking at the look of expectation in the eyes of these elders, he didn't know that these elders were reluctant to part with their high positions in the Taiyi Sect and their pampered lives. Perhaps in their eyes, ordinary Taiyi Sect disciples were just like ants who were usually driven by them.

, they become cannon fodder during the battle, and they are just gesticulating from behind.

Thinking of this, Qu Feng couldn't help but feel a little sad. Once upon a time, he, Qu Feng, had climbed up step by step from an ordinary disciple. If it weren't for Xu Shuping's guidance, he might have been just a small steward responsible for a certain matter throughout his life.

That's all, it is absolutely impossible for him to hold the position of Peak Master.

Although his Bole Xu Shuping has taken the blame and retired, and Boping has not shown any kindness to him, he can now "abandon" Yan Boping due to circumstances and reasons, and just wait here for the change of the war situation. As long as Yan Boping dies in

Falling under the sword, or returning home with serious injuries, he can reap the benefits.

Qu Feng was confused.

A biting mountain wind blew from a distance. In the distance, after such a long battle, the night was about to pass, and in an hour or two, it would be dawn.

Qu Feng took a long breath and turned to look at the elders who were watching his every move.

He raised his long sword and let out a loud roar before killing him without paying any attention to the looks of the elders behind him.

Qu Feng, who was fighting out, was like a blue stream of light, charging straight towards the three spirit beasts who were breaking through Yan Boping's thousands of sword shadows, and he actually wanted to fight one against three.

Now it was the turn of the elders who stayed at the entrance of the cave, and the stewards looked at each other.

The elders standing at the front are either the family patriarchs who have practiced in Taiyi Sect for generations, or the descendants of their ancestors who have made immortal contributions to Taiyi Sect, and some are newly promoted elders single-handedly promoted by Xu Shuping.

, these elders lowered their heads and looked at each other. There was no movement. They seemed to be communicating their thoughts with their eyes.

And the elders and stewards behind them didn't say a word, just waiting for this.

The decision of several people.

But before these elders could reach an agreement, Wei Jun, who had always seemed transparent, pulled out his long sword and shouted and killed.

Wei Jun's attack seemed to detonate the elders, and the stagnant pool of stewardship suddenly started to be discussed with all kinds of talk.

The elders at the front let out a long sigh, drew out their swords, and started to kill one after another. Apparently they had made their own decision.

The actions of these elders directly ended the useless discussion of the elders and stewards who were still arguing at the back. Everyone drew out their valuable swords and rushed out.

Although these elders have not yet fought, there is a tragic atmosphere in the queue, as if they are going to die generously. The battle has not yet started, but they have become a group of mourning soldiers.

As the saying goes: "A soldier who mourns will win". This saying is perfectly suitable when applied to the mainstay elders and stewards of Taiyi Sect. However, with the addition of this new force, the battle at the entrance of Panlongyuan Cave will immediately begin.

Turned around.

The members of the Chiyue Sect who were besieging Feng Kan, Bu Yuan, and the other six or seven Taiyi Sect disciples who had escaped were suddenly dispersed by these elders and stewards.

Seeing that the two sides were about to meet, the vitality of these disciples reappeared.

Seeing the arrival of reinforcements, it also greatly encouraged Bu Yuan and Feng Kan, who were already exhausted. The two men directly broke out with strong fighting power again, especially Feng Kan, who even snatched their hands from nowhere.

The long sword wielded by the tiger is so powerful that it is not at a disadvantage to the sword power of the followers of the Red Moon Sect.

But how could Jing Hongtu, who was carefully deployed, not have a back-up plan? Dozens of long and long roars could be heard in the dense forests on both sides. Immediately, the elders of the four major tribes in southern Xinjiang rushed out directly. Their hands had already been

It was so itchy that they, who had been watching the fight in the dense forest, finally waited for their opponents.

However, for Xiang An, the help of these elders is obviously too far away from him. There are countless disciples of the Southern Xinjiang tribe between him, Bu Yuan and Feng Kan. Even a spit from each of these disciples can drown him.

Bailong took most of Xiang An's attacks head-on, which gave the other Southern Xinjiang tribesmen countless opportunities to use "dark swords". These natural hunters keenly felt that although Xiang An was strong, he had a problem with his back.

Jia Hongsheng, who is on his back, is his greatest weakness, and he does not have Xiang An's offensive power.

Therefore, these children of the southern Xinjiang tribe naturally made Jia Hongsheng on Xiang An's back the target of their attack. Despite Xiang An's care, the increasingly weak Jia Hongsheng was still unable to parry so many "dark swords".

He was extremely injured, and at this moment, several blood lines were drawn in succession. The pain was really unbearable for him.

Although Xiang An wanted to protect Jia Hongsheng, he was entangled by the white dragon at the moment and did not have much energy to protect Jia Hongsheng behind him. This also caused the recitation in his mouth to slow down. This slowed down and the recitation was no longer enough.

Coherence, unable to return to the mysterious and mysterious state of reciting.

"Put me down and leave quickly!" Jia Hongsheng mustered up the last strength in his body and shouted to Xiang An.
Chapter completed!