…
At the same time, more than a dozen figures behind him were all kneeling on one knee, speaking in deep tones.
"Sword Head! Please leave quickly!"
"Everyone."
Yun Jiansheng glanced at the sword in his hand and said softly, "May I ask, what is sword cultivation?"
"Keep moving forward!"
"Live to die!"
Everyone suppressed their grief and answered in unison.
"good."
Yun Jiansheng nodded.
"I
As a swordsman, why should I fear life and death?"
"As the leader of Xuantian Sword, I am supposed to guard the sect and protect my fellow sects. How can I escape alone and survive in this world?"
"The sword can be broken, but the sword bone cannot be broken!"
opposite. .??.??
Four giants with a height of ten thousand feet stand in silence.
Six arms and three eyes.
The whole body is surrounded by red light, and his face is cold and indifferent to all living beings.
"today."
The giant in the center spoke slowly, his voice without any emotion.
"Xuan Tian shall be destroyed!"
"Fellow fellow disciples."
Yun Jiansheng seemed unaware and slowly raised the Red Dust Sword.
"Follow me...kill the enemy!"
"I will obey the orders of the sword head!"
With determination in their eyes, a dozen people dragged their mutilated bodies, burned them completely, and rushed towards the remaining four protoss as if they were ready to die!
boom!
boom!
…
The sword intent goes wild, and the divine power trembles!
"Jianshou, I'll go too!"
"It's a life worth getting to know Jianshou!"
"Fellow disciples, see you on the road to Huangquan!"
"..."
The final explosion of more than ten people successfully tore a hole in the overbearing divine power that spread throughout the void!
immediately!
A figure is coming with a sword to kill!
Very small body shape.
For the huge gods, it is only as big as dust.
only.
Just this dust, but there is a domineering and unparalleled sword in the body, which seems to be able to cut the heaven and the earth!
"Roar!"
A roar sounded!
The figure instantly disappeared into the brows and eyes of a god!
The sword intent is scattered in all directions.
The body of the God Clan disintegrated inch by inch and turned into a red mist that filled the sky, completely wrapping his figure in it!
"Human race."
The death of a companion.
It didn't move the god in the middle at all, and his voice was still cold and cold.
"You did your best."
boom!
His big hand pressed down instantly!
In an instant!
The endless red mist rolled continuously and was directly compressed within three feet, like a mountain, pressing down on the crumbling Yun Jiansheng!
boom!
boom!
Visible to the naked eye.
The sword body of Hongchen Sword also disintegrated inch by inch.
Yun Jiansheng said nothing.
The arms trembled slightly, but they were raised firmly, Zhou
The sword intention became more and more violent, and the red mist not only stopped falling, but even had a faint tendency to collapse.
The meaning of the sword is filled with silence.
Raise your hands to shake the power of God!
"Human race."
first.
There was a bit of solemnity in the eyes of the protoss.
"your name."
"Xuantian Sword Head, Yun Jiansheng!"
boom!
The voice fell.
A ray of sword light suddenly rose up, illuminating the silence and dispersing the halo that shrouded the gods!
A sword across the air.
Shaking the world!
…
On Yan Qi's back.
Chongming sighed softly, "After the outbreak, he ran out of energy and led me to chase the last protoss here... You should all know what happened next."
"Chicken Lord."
Yan Qi was a little puzzled.
"Where are the subordinate sects of Xuantian Sword Sect?"
"them?"
To be continued...