All the Sword Sect disciples vomited blood, and some of them were unable to keep their footing in the air and fell into the lake in great embarrassment.
Han Yuweng looked at Hu Tianjun in shock. He closed his lips tightly, but blood spurted out from the gap between his lips uncontrollably... The harder he pressed his lips, the spurted blood turned into thin blades, 'chichichi'
'The squirting came all the way.
Among Wutongsou's disciples, Han Yuweng is one of the two or three people with the strongest cultivation. He has already glimpsed a little of the secrets of the heaven-human realm, and his foundation is extremely solid and his foundation is extremely rich.
Even so, he actually failed to see clearly how Hu Tianjun took action and whether he used supernatural powers or magic weapons. Only then did he destroy the flying swords of so many Jianmen disciples in an instant.
Blood continued to spurt out.
The flying sword that Han Yuweng destroyed was his natal flying sword that he had been refining for thousands of years. The sword itself was an acquired spiritual sword embryo that was warmed in the Earth Lung Furnace of Sword City. After thousands of years of hard work, he
After sacrificial refining, the spirit, essence and blood are used to nourish it day and night, and the quality has been improved by several levels. Among the acquired spiritual treasures, the quality is definitely considered superior!
In the past, Han Yueweng's natal flying sword penetrated so many defensive secret treasures, tore apart so many defensive spells, chopped up so many protective talismans, and killed so many monks?
But today, it was unexpectedly smashed to pieces by Hu Tianjun.
Sword cultivators are so bad, a flying sword of their own is very powerful... But most sword cultivators only carry a flying sword with them. This flying sword is almost equivalent to their clones. The better they are sacrificed, once it is destroyed,
The more severe the injury to oneself.
Han Yuweng finally couldn't hold his mouth shut. He opened his mouth slightly, and a big mouthful of blood mixed with a little bit of internal organs spurted out. His body shook, and blood immediately flowed out of the corners of his eyes and nostrils.
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"you……"
Han Yuweng stared at Hu Tianjun. His breath swayed violently up and down for a while, and slowly declined from the ultimate perfection of the void to the late stage of the Condensing Dao Fruit, little by little and extremely firmly.
"It's very dangerous for children to play with swords." Hu Tianjun put his hands on his back and looked at Han Yuweng calmly: "You are not qualified to talk to me... Get out of here with these little minions."
Hu Ping shouted joyfully in the air: "Dad, you are so powerful, Dad, you are so awesome! Dad, kill them for me, kill them... They cut me, they cut me... Look, I
The crotch is still bleeding!”
"Don't let them go, kill these sons of bitches!"
‘Bah bang bang’, streaks of sharp cold light lit up high in the sky. The moment their own flying sword was shattered, more than a dozen Sword Sect disciples who had been prepared for it had already issued warning messages.
High in the sky, several old men in robes with long sleeves and high crowns were already approaching quickly on the floating clouds. More than a dozen giant floating warships began to speed up. Several warships separated to the left and right, heading towards this side to outflank them.
Come.
On a floating mountain peak, streaks of cold light flickered, and streaks of sword light quickly outlined a huge sword formation around the mountain. The dense cold air approached over nearly a hundred miles away, and streaks of deep light appeared again on the lake.
Deep, thin sword marks.
Hu Tianjun snorted coldly. Behind him, the old boatman standing at the stern of the boat slowly raised his head and said sadly: "The current owner of the photo studio is doing things here. Fellow Taoists who have nothing to do with this, please don't come and take advantage of the fun...
Hehe, people will die!"
Several old men with strong auras high in the sky were stunned, and they immediately pressed down on the clouds and stopped motionless in the air.
Looking at this movement, is there a conflict between the photo studio and the Jianmen disciples?
Then, it has nothing to do with them.
They came to the Sword Washing Pond because of the case of the disappearance of the entire Wanhua Sect, and the disappearance of a large number of elite disciples from all major sects... They gathered here not to help escort the Sword Sect disciples.
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Did the people from Jianmen provoke these killers from the photo studio?
Hey, these disciples of Jianmen are also habitual of drawing their swords at each other whenever they disagree, killing embryos against killing embryos, there is no need for them to get involved in this good show.
Most of the dozen or so flying warships in the sky stopped. Only four warships suddenly descended and continued to gallop this way with murderous intent.
On the floating mountain peak controlled by Jianmen disciples, thousands of Jianmen disciples dressed in white turned into rainbows and rose into the sky, forming an formation and rushing towards the small sampan.
The name of the owner of the photo studio is very scary.
But in the hearts of these Jianmen disciples, the name of the photo studio owner is not scary enough!
For 30,000 years, Jianmen has been the absolute number one sect in Yuanlingtian, surpassing many sects. In the heart of every Jianmen disciple, there is a sense of pride that "no fear of heaven, no fear of earth", or in other words, madness.
proud!
The sword light was so fast that it reached the top of the head in just one breath, just a hundred miles away.
Thousands of Sword Sect disciples formed a sword formation, and the fierce sword intent crushed them head-on. In the sword formation, a middle-aged man looked at Han Yuweng who was vomiting blood and hissed: "Uncle Master, what are you...
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The middle-aged man looked at Han Yuweng and then at Hu Tianjun who was standing on the small sampan. He gritted his teeth, his face darkened, and he shouted sternly: "Get up and kill him!"
No matter who you are, if you provoke the sword sect, just kill him with one sword!
For thirty thousand years, this has become the standard practice for Jianmen disciples when walking outside.
With the support of Jianmen, who has the highest status in Yuanlingtian, the disciples of Jianmen act so directly and neatly.
No matter who you are, it’s just a matter of one sword!
In the sword formation, the disciples of the Sword Sect were all moving their swords. Cold light followed a mysterious trajectory and surged rapidly. In an instant, the swords and swords of thousands of people merged into one and turned into a line that was several miles long.
The black and white two-color sword light cut off the head.
Hu Ping was so frightened that he screamed: "Dad, help, help!"
Then, Hu Ping screamed loudly: "Be careful, hit my dad, don't hit me too... I'm already injured like this, I'm completely harmless to you!"
Hu Tianjun was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
‘Kick my dad’?
These words are really...only someone who is inferior to an animal can say such words!
"The Disillusionment and Floating Liangyi Sword Formation." Hu Tianjun sneered sinisterly: "This sword formation is not bad, but if you want to deal with me, you guys still need some help."
He raised his right hand. Like a white jade carving, the exquisitely polished palm suddenly turned pitch black. Wisps of thin black smoke continued to spray out from the palm. Hu Tianjun's right hand suddenly gave people an extremely terrifying feeling.
A sense of shock.
Looking at his dark palm, it was as if he had suddenly experienced the most terrifying nightmare in broad daylight. It was as if all the unbelievable and terrifying scenes he had seen in his nightmare were reappearing in front of his eyes at the same time.
Han Yuweng and dozens of Jianmen disciples whose flying swords were smashed were the closest to Hu Tianjun, and they could see the dark palm most clearly. The more so, the more they could see the smallest details on his palm.
The palm prints, the tiniest fingerprints...and the twisting, wriggling, rising black smoke.
Their souls were almost swallowed whole by this palm.
Extreme fear arose from his heart. Han Yuweng suddenly roared, and an astonishing sword intent in his body suddenly swirled, slashing at his own soul. Two lines of blood spurted out of Han Yuweng's ears, and he screamed hoarsely.
screamed: "Don't look at his hands!"
The black and white sword light slashed down.
Hu Tianjun's dark palm gently patted the sword light.
An earth-shattering cry sounded, and the shocking sword light that was several miles long shattered, and thousands of Sword Sect disciples in formation all vomited blood.
There was no sign of damage on their chests or clothes, but there was a silent, dark palm print on each of their hearts.
The palm print sunk into the flesh three inches deep, and even their ribs were shattered.
Traces of black mist rose up from the palm prints, swallowing their flesh and blood bit by bit, and melting their magic power bit by bit. Thousands of Sword Sect disciples felt extreme pain at the same time. Countless illusions appeared in front of them, and their hearts twitched violently.
Waves of weakness.
The sword formation collapsed, and thousands of Sword Sect disciples trembled all over, falling from the sky with pale faces.
Their natal flying swords whined loudly and circled rapidly around their master, flying around like a swarm of headless flies, constantly making a 'buzzing' sound.
Hu Tianjun waved his dark palm lightly, and there was a crisp sound of 'Chlang Lang', and thousands of flying swords exploded into pieces.
As a result, thousands of Sword Sect disciples who had been severely injured all vomited blood again, and each one rolled his eyes, twitched and fainted. Black smoke continued to come out of their chests, and the flesh, blood, essence, and mana on their chests were being continuously covered by black palm prints.
Devouring, the area of the black palm print is rapidly expanding.
‘Pap-pap-pap-pap’, hundreds of sharp cold lights exploded high in the sky.
On the floating mountain peak, among the four flying warships controlled by Jianmen disciples, many Jianmen disciples sent out emergency messages for help.
For a moment, I saw countless sword lights flying into the sky in the direction of Sword City, and in the direction back to Yanlin, there were also many sword lights flying in the sky, rushing towards this direction with murderous intent.
Hu Ping screamed at the top of his lungs: "Dad, you are awesome, you are awesome...Dad, put me down quickly, put me down quickly...Hey, Dad, you are so awesome, I will invite you to drink flowers at Canhualou when you get back -"
Wine, let me tell you, the old bustard from Canhualou, that waist, that look, hey, you must try it...it’s so delicious!”
Hu Tianjun's dark right palm twitched violently. He looked deeply at Hu Ping, seriously considering whether to kill the animal with one palm!
A powerful sword light came rushing from the direction of Huiyan Lin.
In this sword light, a large number of talismans are constantly splashing and lighting up, and the fire and lightning roar continuously. It is obviously that some kind of void movement sword talisman is borrowed to achieve such terrifying high speed.
The sword light wrapped around a large boat, and in a few breaths, it rushed to the nearby water.
The sword light converged, and the huge boat fell heavily on the water. The white turtle's angry roar rose into the sky: "This is Jianmen's territory. Who dares to cause trouble on my Jianmen's territory? Whoever wants to die, please report your name."
Come! I, Bai Yu, said that I want you to fill the house with chickens and dogs and leave no one behind!"
