上传图片

上传图片 [https://fanyi.pdf365.cn/fanyiWeb/statics/img/tips.4796ad9.png]

2283 / 3000

The rain of blood scattered throughout the sky, fine as mist.

Fluttering and swaying with the wind.

Jiang Zhi has died.

In the end, Mo Xue Jiaoqiu finally chopped the knife towards her.

With a upward slash, it seemed to have a powerful force, and all the thunder swords of the cultivators were knocked back and flew out.

In that instant, the black blade swept directly over Jiang Zhi's body.

The tremendous power crushed everything, and all the divine souls were destroyed only in Sumi.

The cultivators didn't have time to marvel, and Mo Xue Jiao Qiu wouldn't let go of any flaw in the sword formation.

"Master Hai! Please join the formation!"

Before Xu Weizhou's voice could be heard, Mo Xue Jiaoqiu swung his right arm black blade again and slashed towards the nearby lake Changqing.

Watching the sharp attack, Hu Changqing's face suddenly changed.

If we sweep it in one go... the consequences would be unimaginable!

"Sword two! Open the mountain!"

In a panic, Xu Weizhou directly urged Sword Two.

If the lake evergreen dies, the sword formation will really collapse.

At that time, this Black Qiu Forest will not be the cage of trapped beasts, but the tomb of their cultivators!

Six sword lights merged in one place, straight and plowing three feet on the ground, directly facing Jiaoqiu's right arm black blade.

Bang - the two collide, causing a surge of air.

The sword energy is wanton and ferocious, and the immense power stretches out.

Surrounded by dozens of miles, grass and trees are shattered, and all living beings wither.

The body of the Ink Blood Dragon swayed, and its right arm began to tremble uncontrollably. Its inch by inch black armor was about to shatter.

Ultimately, it is just a flesh and blood body.

Jiaoqiu is like this, and the cultivators of the Great River are not doing much better.

The cultivators spat out a large mouthful of blood, and their spiritual energy was almost non-existent.

In order to save the life of Hu Changqing, Xu Weizhou spared no effort in using the strength of six people to open his sword.

You should know that the Purple Thunder Sword Formation is incredibly wonderful, especially with its sword techniques, each sword has a level of elemental intelligence.

It is a miracle to slay the Yuanying Sword with seven Jiedan cultivations. Now that one person is missing, it would be strange if there is no cost.

However, it was precisely because of Xu Weizhou's sword that the sect leader Hai Guo was able to seize the opportunity and enter the battle in a timely manner.

Hai Guo entered the formation, stabilizing the sword formation while manipulating the Thunder Sword to continue harassing Mo Blood Jiaoqiu.

On the other hand, he directly summoned the Great River cultivator outside and activated the Spirit Gathering Formation, targeting the seven of them.

A huge spirit gathering array instantly shrouded the sky above the Black Forest, and a massive amount of spirit stones poured out. Seven pillars of light directly enveloped the seven people.

The spiritual power entered the body, and the seven people in the formation were able to gradually recover their breath.

Upon seeing this scene, Xu Weizhou of the Bamboo Sword Sect couldn't help but sigh, "It's still Lord Hai who is thoughtful."

"Xu Daoyou, let's fight quickly and make a quick decision. I don't have many spiritual stones from the Dahe Sect."

Under the calm gaze of Yu Haiguo, Xu Weizhou nodded slowly.

"According to Lord Yihai."

Although Xu Weizhou said so on the surface, he didn't think so in his heart.

Sigh... it's a pity.

The ink blood dragon is not awesome!

Surprisingly, only one post pill stage was killed.

It's still from the Jiang family... trouble, trouble.

How can I handle the task now?

While Xu Weizhou was feeling uneasy, the Bamboo Sword Sect upstream of the Dahe Sect had a different scene.

The Haohao Bamboo Sword Sect is shrouded in an endless sea of bamboo.

And the vast bamboo sea extends all the way to the banks of the Bai Cang River.

In the Baicang River, a dark purple giant boat is moored.

Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.

On the giant boat, thunder flickered and the pressure overflowed.

In the center of the giant boat is a tall tower.

A nine story tall building, intricately crafted layer by layer, exuding extreme luxury.

At the highest point of that building, there is a canopy that covers the sky.

Above the canopy, auspicious beasts surround and stars form an array.

Under the canopy, there is a bed made of purple jade and thunder bamboo.

The quality of the material used for this bed even surpassed that of the lightning sword in Xu Weizheng's hand.

On the bed, there sat an old man with white beard and hair sitting cross legged.

He is too old, with wrinkles on his face and a dull complexion.

Those deeply sunken eyes are even more cloudy.

But even so, he is still the backbone of the Bamboo Sword Sect.

Because he is a Taoist from Zilei, and he is also the ancestor of Yuanying!

Before the purple jade bed, a man knelt respectfully on the ground.

Grayish white hair, upright figure, extraordinary momentum.

At this moment, he can only kneel.

"Ah..." The man quickly knelt and climbed up to the bed, listening to the call of Zilei Taoist.

"Father... the child is here."

Taoist Zilei extended his hand and gently touched the man's face.

"Xuan'er, this is the last time I'll help you."

"Child Xu Xuan! I will not disappoint my father's high expectations!"

"Sigh..." With his turbid eyes closed, Taoist Zilei began his fragmented thoughts again.

"Sigh... who makes us descendants of sinners? If we were born in that vast fairy land, how wonderful it would be."

"No need to argue or grab, the immortal will give it to us."

"My child, my father helped me grab a share of my family business, and I will also grab a share for you."

"Xizi Cangzhou is a ghost place that drives people crazy. Kill and rob, I really don't like it."

"But not grabbing is not enough, we have to live."

When the Purple Thunder Taoist recited in fragments, Xu Xuan knelt respectfully on the side.

Even if he is the leader of the Bamboo Sword Sect, even if he is in the late stage of the Pill Formation.

So what?

He is not a primitive baby.

In this Western Cangzhou, the strong are always worthy of respect.

After a long time, Taoist Zilei finally stopped talking.

He closed his eyes, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Slowly getting up, bowing respectfully, Master Xu Xuanzong just waved his hand.

Bamboo Sword Sect!

Drive!

In an instant, thousands of cultivators flew straight into the air with their swords.

And the purple thunder boat also began to move little by little.

Standing in front of his father, Xu Xuan fully demonstrated the authority of the sect leader.

In this war, we must capture the Great River Sect!

At the beginning of the Bamboo Sword Sect's rise, the battle of the Black Qiu Forest over there also reached its final moment.

With the addition of the sect leader Hai Guo, the changes in the Purple Thunder Sword Formation have become more drastic.

Looking at the patriarch Hai Guo, the bamboo sword Xu Weizhou slowly narrowed his eyes.

The intelligence of this sea country... surprisingly so high!

He can actually understand the changes in the Purple Thunder Sword Formation!

This person... must die!

If he were to escape, the Bamboo Sword Sect would have a rare peace.

The sword roared with a resounding sound, step by step, directly blocking the Mo Xue Jiao Qiu in a desperate situation.

Another sharp sword, under the control of Hai Guo, the defense of Mo Xue Jiao Qiu was ultimately cut through a loophole.

"Xu Daoyou! Don't post it now! When will we wait?"

Listening to the roar of Hai Guo, Xu Weizhou's eyes also flashed with a hint of solemnity.

The situation in front of him was far from what he had imagined.

This sea country... is really difficult to deal with.

Forget it.

Don't make him doubt, the bigger picture is still important!

You let your hair go!

Fa Fa Fa!

Damn it!

"Sword Three! Slash the dragon!"

As soon as Xu Weizhou finished speaking, seven sword lights gathered in one place, as if a heavenly sword was tilting downwards.

Sword light plows the ground, cutting straight at the neck of the ink blood dragon.

Black armor disintegrates, flesh and blood turn into mud.

In the mournful roar, the sharp sword light gradually took away the life of Mo Xue Jiaoqiu.

Inches after inches, just as the sword light cut to the neck bone, the sect leader Hai Guo drank loudly.

"Da He Zhong Xiu! Stop the sword!"