The sword light is like a net, interweaving and flickering.

Every time Mo Xue Jiao Qiu wants to enter, he will have several lightning swords cutting directly at its vital points.

Every sword light, Mo Xue Jiao Qiu dare not slack off.

If there is a slight slackness, it is several swords chasing fiercely and chiseling fiercely.

The more you fight, the more you feel frustrated and angry.

As Jiao Qiu's blood eyes opened and closed, a powerful killing intent almost overflowed.

Wealthy!

It's so cowardly!

A despicable human cultivator!

Seizing the opportunity, Mo Xue Jiao Qiu's long tail swept fiercely, and in an instant, the grass and trees in the black forest were shattered.

As smoke and dust rose everywhere, the sound of breaking through the air sounded, and Jiaoqiu extended his sharp claws and poked the Jiang pheasant away.

As the only female cultivator in the formation, Jiaoqiu directly regarded it as a breakthrough point.

The cultivators who noticed something was wrong all offered their swords.

Dingding Dangdang!

Sparks splattered everywhere, and the sword light was awe inspiring.

Suppressing the excruciating pain, Mo Xue Jiao Qiu's movements quickened a bit.

After a low growl, Jiaoqiu's blood eyes remained unwavering.

No killing, no breaking!

Mo Xue Jiaoqiu knew very well that he must break the balance of this sword formation.

Otherwise, this sword formation can grind it to death.

At this critical moment, Xu Weizhou grinned with a grimace.

"It's you waiting for me! Today, let you beast know the power of my sword formation!"

"Sword one! Turn the tide!"

Xu Weizhou pinched his fingers and recited the formula. The seven swords converged, and with a flash of light, they suddenly rose up.

I saw a purple sword arc rising directly from below, cutting straight towards Jiaoqiu's arm.

The momentum of this sword is somewhat capable of turning the tide of the downfall.

"Good! What a great turn! It's really impressive to call out your name!"

Looking at this sword, Xia Ming couldn't help but stir up a thousand waves in his heart.

Turn the tide and fall!

Do it knowing it's impossible!

Fight against people, beasts, and heaven and earth!

This is the cultivation of immortals!

Sure enough, this is the fairy I long for!

Thinking of this, Xia Ming couldn't help but tremble.

Having a clear mind leads to a hundred meridians being connected.

The sea character in Xia Dantian shines brightly, and Xia Ming's speed of refining Qi has increased by a few points.

Just at this moment, Xia Ming didn't pay any attention to these things at all. His attention was already fully focused on that stunning sword.

Under the gaze of Xia Ming, the stunning sword light seemed to strike directly at Jiao Qiu's arm like a rolling hand.

Sword light lifted high, shattered black armor, and scattered blood in the air.

This sword directly penetrated into Jiaoqiu's flesh and blood.

Through the ferocious wound, one can faintly see the pale bone inside!

Roar - As the Ink Blood Dragon roared, the sword light intertwined and flickered.

Sword after sword, the cultivators seized the opportunity and quickly expanded the fruits of victory.

The sword technique just now may not be able to be used by the cultivators in the short term.

One type of salvaging almost exhausted half of the cultivator's mana.

Besides, that kind of swordsmanship is not suitable for the cultivators of Dahe.

The opening authority of the sword formation is still controlled by Xu Weizhou of the Bamboo Sword Sect.

With a small knife picking the flesh, in Xia Ming's horrified gaze, Mo Xue Jiaoqiu's right arm was directly cut into a dense white bone!

This sword control technique is simply unimaginable.

Just as Xia Ming was focused on the Battle of Heiqiulin, the Qingdan Peak he was in was not peaceful either.

Although Qingdan Peak did not send any disciples to the Great River Boat, the formation of Qingdan Peak has been opened.

It seems that they are prepared to coexist with Qingdanfeng, but in reality, they are not.

Jiang Liang knew that this was He Niansheng's guard against them.

Under the Great Formation, cultivation below Jiedan is subject to limitations.

Not only is it impossible to wield swords, but the use of spiritual power is also greatly restricted.

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That is to say, Jiang Liang and his group must be killed step by step.

Like ordinary people, bowing their heads step by step.

The dark guard arched his hand and respectfully said.

"Sir, should we go break the formation first?"

Looking at the pavilions and towers hidden halfway up the mountain, Jiang Liang shook his head slowly.

"No, He Niansheng will definitely notice when breaking through the formation. Now Black Qiu Lin is still counting on him to contribute."

"Let's go ahead and see what gave him confidence!"

The Jiang family's secret guards were nurtured through slaughter.

Even if he couldn't use spiritual energy, Jiang Liang had confidence to charge forward.

The fact is just as he expected.

After rushing all the way, Jiang Liang finally arrived at the Qingdan Peak Reward Hall.

In the Hall of Rewards, blood washes the ground.

Jiang Liang held a long sword and directly placed it around the neck of the palace guarding disciple.

This is a disciple with a delicate appearance, immortal demeanor, and two sleeves of Dan fragrance.

Just Jiang Liang can't handle that.

With one hand holding a sword and the other pulling at the person's long hair, Jiang Liang's gaze was cold as frost.

"I'll ask again for the last time, what about the things! Where did He Niansheng hide all the things?"

"Why is the Zangdan Pavilion empty!"

"Cough... cough!"

That person didn't answer Jiang Liang's question, just coughed and giggled foolishly.

"What are you laughing at when you step on the horse?"

The sharpness tore open the flesh, and Jiang Liang's eyes flickered with killing intent.

Without any hesitation, Jiang Liang directly cut off the person's head.

Blood spurted out, and his white robe turned into a blood robe.

As a cultivator, Jiang Liang didn't need to do this.

However, only by doing so can we intimidate everyone in the shortest possible time.

Carrying the person's head, Jiang Liang walked step by step towards the several green robed cultivators kneeling across from him.

The green robe is cloudless. You can tell from their attire that they are the lowest level medicinal children in Qingdan Peak.

Approaching those few people, Jiang Liang threw his head out directly.

The heads rolled to the ground, and those few medicinal children were already trembling like sieves.

"I'll ask again for the last time..." "Ah... Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Before Jiang Liang could ask, the disciples across from him were eager to speak up.

But they couldn't say a complete word in their mouths.

As Jiang Liang frowned, the dark guard had already opened the mouths of those disciples.

"Report to the Lord, their tongues have been cut off."

"Okay, okay! What a Green Pill Supreme Master!"

"Bring paper and pen! Bring jade slips! Let them write! Let them write well!"

"I don't believe in evil anymore!"

When the paper and pen were delivered, those disciples were even more at a loss.

They only know how to beg for mercy, and under intimidation, they become uncontrollable.

Angry Jiang Liang ordered all to be executed!

Kill kill kill!

Smelling the pungent smell of blood in the air, Jiang Liang's eyes were bloodshot.

After finally reaching halfway up the mountain, this Qingdan Peak has nothing!

Where have all the things gone!

Has He Niansheng taken it with him?

Hmph... Qiankun bracelet?

He Niansheng, you're not that foolish, are you?

Do you really dare to use my Jiang family's Qiankun bracelet?

Tightly clenching his fist, Jiang Liang gritted his back teeth tightly.

"Let's go! Go to the valley! I don't believe he can put Xia Ming in his bracelet too!"

"Sir..." As Jiang Liangzheng was about to get up, a black robed dark guard knelt directly in front of him.

"What's up?"

"Report to Your Excellency, these disciples' minds are not right."

During the conversation, the Black Robed Dark Guard presented a head directly.

Peel off the scalp, and you can vaguely see the remaining scars on the skull.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Liang frowned deeply.

After a moment, Jiang Liang waved his hand.

"Check it out! Check each one for me!"

"No!"

Looking into the distance at the flowing Bai Cang River, Jiang Liang's heart suddenly became suspicious.

He Niansheng... What have you done?

What thoughts do you have in your heart!