"Shu Jun, are you done talking nonsense?" Just when Shu Jun and Ying Yu finished talking, Zhao Butian suddenly spoke, with a cold smile on his face, and his eyes were like two sharp blades, falling on Shu Jun's face.
face.
Shu Jun sneered and said: "I've finished talking nonsense, but I haven't started talking about the real thing yet."
"Okay, I'll give you time to talk. If you have anything to say, say it as soon as possible. You don't have much time." Zhao Butian looked eager to wait. It seemed that in his eyes, Shu Jun had become an inescapable prey in his hands.
"There are not many true words, only one sentence." Shu Jun said lightly, "Zhao Butian, you will die by my hands, and you will die miserably!"
"Oh?" Zhao Butian's pupils shrank suddenly, "Really?" Before he finished speaking, his whole body was like a bolt of lightning, running straight towards Shu Jun's face.
Shu Jun has long understood Zhao Butian's personality thoroughly. Especially Shu Jun's usual sneak attack method, which Zhao Butian usually uses, Shu Jun knows very well.
At that moment, he straightened his body, swung the Yin and Yang hammers in his hands, and struck towards Zhao Butian.
Zhao Butian sneered, waved his sleeves, and suddenly there were two flying swords in his hand, and he fought fiercely with Shu Jun. Shu Jun's yin and yang hammers met Zhao Butian's double swords, and the two of them fought inextricably.
As the saying goes, enemies are extremely jealous when they meet. The hatred between Zhao Butian and Shu Jun can no longer be explained in just one or two sentences. As soon as the two of them fought, they used their own unique skills. For a time, the sword energy was everywhere.
Shooting, figures come and go.
Yingyu saw that Zhao Butian and Shu Jun were fighting inextricably. With a wave of his hand, all the monks behind him stepped forward. Some were with Zhong Modou, and some were fighting fiercely with the monks under the eldest prince. But there was no one.
No one dared to go up and deal with Shu Jun with Zhao Butian. After all, the fight between the two men was too fierce. Even if ordinary monks wanted to join the battle, they would not dare to go up rashly.
Ying Yu remained motionless, looking at the fierce fight between Zhao Butian and Shu Jun with indifferent eyes. He took a deep breath, and the Qiu Shui Sword in his hand suddenly glowed brightly. Then, Ying Yu's whole body was like a bolt of lightning, heading towards Shu Jun.
Run from behind.
Almost no one present had ever seen Yingyu do anything. No one had thought that the fourth prince, who had been favored by thousands of people, could be so strong.
Shu Jun turned his back to Ying Yu. Although he couldn't see clearly what was going on behind him, he still felt the sharp sword energy. At that moment, the Yin and Yang hammers stretched forward, temporarily repelling Zhao Butian. He turned around and held the Yin and Yang in his hands.
The two hammers came out of his hands and attacked Yingyu.
Make a sound!
The Autumn Water Sword in Yingyu's hand collided with Shu Jun's yin and yang hammers. Taking advantage of this, the yin and yang hammers returned to Shu Jun's hands.
"Brother Shu, in today's battle, either you die or I die!" Yingyu looked at Shu Jun with a dull expression and said coldly.
"I have expected such a scene, so you don't have to be polite when you start!" Shu Jun was so proud that he struck the yin and yang hammers, making a roaring sound. Then, he suddenly lifted up, and two water dragons rolled up and rushed towards
Win jade.
"Yingyu, you and I, one behind the other, flank him!" Zhao Butian drew his sword and chased after him, shouting at Yingyu!
Yingyu didn't answer, but the movement in his hand was not slow at all. The tip of the Autumn Water Sword fell into the water, and when he lifted it up, he also rolled up a water dragon. It's just that the water dragon he rolled up was different from the one rolled up by Shu Jun's yin and yang hammers.
Compared with the water dragon, it was much smaller. However, Yingyu's movements were very fast. In less than a moment, the Qiu Shui Sword in his hand rolled up seven or eight smaller water dragons and rolled them towards two thick ones.
water dragon.
The roaring explosion, along with the splashing water, fell into the eardrums of the people around. Several water dragons collided together and scattered into countless water splashes.
Ying Yu took advantage of the situation and stepped forward, pointing the tip of the Qiu Shui Sword upwards. Suddenly, there were bursts of whistling sounds in the sky. Then, countless bright flying swords were arranged in a formation, and the center of the formation was aimed at Shu.
Jun, fell rapidly.
Shu Jun looked up and was surprised when he saw Yingyu's sword formation about to fall on him. Zhao Butian's attack in front of him was too fast, and he had no time to dodge. He was bound to enter Yingyu's sword formation.
.
Just as Shu Jun was thinking about these thoughts rapidly in his mind, Yingyu's sword formation had already tightly enclosed Shu Jun. At the same time, even Zhao Butian was also trapped in it.
Countless shining flying swords were shaking around him, and each flying sword was the same as the Qiushui Sword in Yingyu's hand. As soon as Shu Jun stood still, the flying swords around him stabbed him from different directions.
Come.
Shu Jun did not dare to be careless. The yin and yang hammers in his hands danced together and acted as a shield around his body, blocking countless flying swords.
And Zhao Butian was not idle either. He straightened his swords and took advantage of the situation.
In the sword formation, sharp sword energy was radiating everywhere. Although Shu Jun's body was as strong as steel, he still felt a burst of pain under this sharp sword energy.
Zhao Butian's double swords were sandwiched among countless flying swords, and they were stabbing him in the face. Shu Jun swung his yin and yang hammers to the right, deflecting several flying swords. Suddenly, the out-of-control flying swords stabbed towards Zhao Butian.
.
Zhao Butian sneered and shouted: "Shu Jun! Die!" He swung his swords, deflected the flying sword, and chased Shu Jun again.
For a time, Shu Jun had to deal with countless flying swords around him and also pay attention to lifting Zhao Butian. It was a bit difficult to multitask. But the more dangerous the environment, the more Shu Jun's potential can be stimulated to fight.
Cultivating war is an important method for improving Shu Jun's cultivation.
"Can we win?" The eldest prince murmured. When he saw that his fourth brother Yingyu also appeared on the field in person, the eldest prince felt something bad in his heart. The people on the other side saw Yingyu and
If Zhao Butian goes to the battlefield in person, his morale will definitely be boosted. The number of troops on his side was originally smaller than that of the other side, but now that the other side's morale is boosted, he will definitely take advantage of the situation.
Thinking of this, the eldest prince felt anxious.
Sun Mouce saw the sweat on the eldest prince's forehead and couldn't help but comfort him: "My lord, don't be impatient. It's not yet time to decide the outcome. As long as we persist, the enemy will definitely retreat!"
The eldest prince swallowed and nodded vigorously.
Outside the house, the water on the ground could no longer float the corpses. Countless corpses were piled up together, forming small hills. People were constantly stepping on the corpses, fighting against the surrounding enemies.
The army of Qianlin Fairy City and the army of the eldest prince gathered together to deal with the cavalry army of the Shadow Dynasty and the army of the fourth prince. However, because the number was too small, after a fierce battle, they gradually fell behind.
The situation began to decline slowly. Luo Jiutian saw it and was anxious in his heart. If this continues, their side will definitely be defeated by the enemy. Turning his eyes, Luo Jiutian couldn't help but look at Shu Jun and others.
At that time, Shu Jun was completely trapped in Ying Yu's sword formation. Coupled with Zhao Butian's constant sneak attacks in the formation, Shu Jun was busy dealing with it and could barely fight.
Luo Jiutian took a deep breath, turned around, and rushed forward with his flying sword!
"Jiutian! What are you doing!" Sun Mouce beside him shouted anxiously when he saw Luo Jiutian rushing forward.
Luo Jiutian looked back and forced a smile on his face, "Don't worry, I'll be fine!" As soon as he finished speaking, he had gone away and joined the battle.
Sun Mouce looked at Luo Jiutian's leaving figure and prayed silently in his heart. No matter what, we must not lose this battle!
"Jiutian! Why are you here too!" Zhong Mo was fighting with the Twelve Shadow Killers. When he saw Luo Jiutian flying next to him, he couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.
Luo Jiutian's face was a little pale, and he waved his flying sword and said with a smile: "Of course I can't be left out of this kind of fight."
Sikong Jianheng looked at Luo Jiutian worriedly and said: "Commander, you can go back, we are here."
Luo Jiutian pursed his lips and said nothing. The flying sword in his hand was not slow at all, slashing at the enemies around him.
The Twelve Shadow Killers knew that Luo Jiutian was weak, so they all gave up attacking Zhong Mo and instead concentrated on dealing with Luo Jiutian. Luo Jiutian was Shu Jun's number one strategist, and he would certainly not get much credit for being able to kill Luo Jiutian.
Small.
At that moment, there were countless monks around and were attacking Luo Jiutian. Seeing this, Luo Jiutian did not dare to be careless. The flying sword in his hand danced so tightly that he only defended but did not attack, blocking the waves of enemies.
attack.
A moment later, Zhong Mo rushed over, and the ancient sword in his hand drew a sword rain all over the sky, like meteors falling to the ground, scattering to the surrounding enemies!
Immediately, several monks on the spot had no time to dodge and were chopped into pieces by Zhong Mo's sword rain.
"Jiutian, can you still hold on?" Zhong Mo flew to Luo Jiutian and asked with concern.
Luo Jiutian pursed his lips and said "Hmm". The sweat on his forehead flowed down his cheeks, mixed with the rain, and slowly fell down.
"As long as you can persevere! Let's fight side by side!" Zhong Mo was so proud that he laughed loudly, "Jiutian, I will attack and you will defend!"
Luo Jiutian understood and said "Hmm". He had a flying sword that only defended but not attacked, while Zhong Mo used a dripping ancient sword and only attacked but not defended. Such tacit cooperation also killed the surrounding monks to a rout.
At this time, Shu Jun, who was trapped in the Ying Jade Sword Formation, also reached a critical moment. Inside it, Shu Jun could barely see what was going on outside. All he could see were bright flying swords. And Zhao Butian was hiding here.
Among the flying swords, they would come out to sneak attack on him from time to time.
Behind him, the sound of wind came again. Shu Jun knew that it was Zhao Butian who was attacking him from behind, so he suddenly turned around, and the Yin and Yang hammers flew away from his hands and blasted towards Zhao Butian.
Boom! Several flying swords were shattered by Shu Jun's yin and yang hammers, and Zhao Butian was forced to reveal his body. "Shu Jun, can you still hold on?" Zhao Butian's eyes were full of mockery.
"You haven't fallen down yet, how can I not hold on?" Shu Jun sneered, swinging the yin and yang hammers left and right in his hand, hitting Zhao Butian from both sides.
Zhao Butian did not block it, but retreated sharply backwards, far away from Shu Jun's Yin and Yang hammers. At this moment, Ying Yu's figure appeared in front of Shu Jun.
"Brother Shu, this is the Qiushui Sword Formation, and it is also my special skill." Yingyu looked at Shu Jun with an expressionless face, "I have almost never used the Qiushui Sword Formation to deal with others, and Brother Shu is the first
one!"
Shu Jun smiled lightly and said: "It seems that I should be very honored."
Ying Yu smiled slightly, his handsome face full of murderous intent, "Yes, Brother Shu should indeed feel honored."
At this time, Zhao Butian came behind Ying Yu, and his sly eyes fell on Shu Jun, "Shu Jun, will you have such good luck this time?"
Shu Jun sneered, "Zhao Butian, compared with the dangerous environment I encountered before, which one is more dangerous now?"
Zhao Butian didn't speak, and his deep pupils shrank suddenly, revealing a hint of cold murderous intent. The flying swords around him made a buzzing sound, and the power of the Qiushui Sword Formation was about to be fully unleashed!