There was no river water under the Naihe Bridge, but instead a sea of ​​fire was burned! There were countless blades with cold light embedded in the sea of ​​fire, and all of them were no less than a thousand!

"What does this mean? Is it a sea of ​​swords and fire?" Xu Yunchuan was so shocked that he retreated repeatedly.

"An ominous sign, escape quickly!" Yan Qing was shocked. The surging fire and the river of swords were his familiar shadow...

Several people set off and hurriedly evacuated to the end of the Naihe Bridge, but at this time they heard the ghost monk sneer:

"Hehehe, you guys are so brave. You even dare to step on the Naihe Bridge to walk for the dead. Are you tired of your leisure?"

The ghost monk seemed to emerge from the darkness. He stood under the stone tablet at the bridgehead, touching the stone tablet with one hand, his face distorted and distorted.

"Since you are tired of living, I will give you a ride! Go and walk on the real Naihe Bridge in the Yellow Spring!"

The ghost monk's internal energy slapped the stone tablet with his palm. After a few breaths, he heard a "sharp" sound, and the stone tablet burst into pieces and broke into powder!

The stone tablet was broken and the mechanism was destroyed. The taboo at the bridge head was restarted again. Yan Qing called out: "No, leave the bridge quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, "Wow, swish..." A few thin sounds of cutting the air came to life. The thin thread finally appeared under the firelight, and the firelight made it red. There were so many threads at the naked eye!

Thin filaments penetrate, insert, hook, and pick, and weave them into a very thin net of death on the bridge. Four people on the bridge jumped out of the bridge with a striking leap. Under the bridge there was a sea of ​​swords and fire, and there was a deadly fine net on the bridge. Even if people's light skills were good, they had to land. Their life and death were only in one thought!

"Slash this thread!"

Wuque raised his sword and cut off the thin wires on the bridge in one air. As if a thin wire was broken, the remaining thousands of threads were retracted back into the hole like mimosa. Just by falling down, the bridge was completely removed!

The four of them landed on the ground and guarded the four directions with their backs. They knew that everything would never be so easy.

The Pan Si Formation is just a taboo. It can kill people and be the "fuse". The consequences of breaking it will definitely be unimaginable!

"Attention, there is movement under your feet!"

Yan Qing made a warning, and the swords embedded under the bridge were ready to move - "Dingling bell bang bang", the buckle on the knife made people's scalp numb, and the sea of ​​fire under the bridge burned even more vigorously. As a result, the entire tower would burn to ashes!

The ghost monk stood at the bridge with a sneering sneering, holding a flying knife in his hand. He smiled and said, "I have to admire the profoundness of your Chinese craftsmen's craftsmen. I really want to see how powerful this 'thousand-cut knife' array is!" After saying that, he laughed ruthlessly, and the flying knife at hand roared out-

"Clang!" The flying knife helped pull up the inlaid knife!

With a knife, the attack was out of control. Thousands of swords broke out into the ground. After a moment, they found the right direction towards the four people at the bridgehead who were "cut into pieces"!

Ten thousand swords return to the sect and cut into pieces. Unless an immortal descends to earth, who has the courage to take this life-threatening move?

"Let me shoot him with one shot!" Xu Yunchuan couldn't step up, and raised the gun and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Boom!" Two loud noises almost broke the entire bridge!

The covered smoke could not see the attack of the flying knife. Everyone opened their eyes wide and looked at the scene after the explosion. But suddenly a cold light was like a bamboo shoot, and the flying knife actually came out of the smoke and smoke came! Wu Que hurriedly pulled Xu Yunchuan, Yan Qing, and Wunian, who were already stunned by the fright, and they also stepped forward together to fight the deadly flying knife with the sword in their hands!

Thousands of swords were integrated, as if an immortal was controlling the sword and walked away. For a moment, the three of them retreated step by step, and even died under the blade several times! The wooden bridge was also creaking with a raging fire, and the bridge piers were already shattering. At most, they would fall into the fire five feet later!

There were thousands of swords attacking in front and fire behind, and Yanran was at a desperate situation!

Wu Que suddenly slashed with a knife and cut off half of the Naihe Bridge! He temporarily blocked the people with the power of a shield, and he said again: "Yan Qing, take advantage of the small fire behind you, you go first, I will stay and break the sword formation!"

Wu Que was standing alone in front of the three people, his eyebrows, eyes and stars, and his pupils were filled with awesome righteousness. Since it was time to desperate situation, there was always someone who should stand up—

A hero, one man is at the gate, and ten thousand men cannot open it!

"What are you kidding?" Yan Qing was shocked, unfair, but his face was very calm. In such a life and death situation, he had lost many friends who died.

"If I am lucky enough to die, remember to bring back the two marriage stones for me," he paused, and raised his sword to the sky with his back hand, with a glimmer of glare in his eyes. He heard him say again: "The sword of immortality, the sword of floating life, this sword is four feet long and two fingers wide, with a single-sided green edge, a green silk pattern on the back, and... a few tears of her," he sighed: "It is these tears that purified the heart of the bloodthirsty madman. Today, this sword is named after his wife: Yun Sheng. Wu Queruo died, this sword is sent back, and the edge is dull, and no longer kills!"

"This will not become your epitaph, and I will not let you go." Yan Qing broke through Wu Que's shoulder and made a decision.

Wu Que also made a decision. The hero said no regrets, who is not a hero? He raised Yan Qing's hand and went step by step without looking back.

"you--"

"Let him go, if he doesn't go, I will go." Wunian pulled Yan Qing and shook his head. Xu Yunchuan also pulled him over and smiled faintly: "Yes, Master Wunian has gone, and I will go with you. What does this call it in Buddhist words... Amitabha, 'Who will go if I don't go to hell'."

Yan Qing gritted his teeth, and a plum blossom was frowning between his eyebrows. He regretted and hated this feeling even more. Everyone is like this, even if his friends are like this. He dies to make himself survive. For those who value friendship, it is better to die in battle than to survive!

"Yan Qing, there are many people in this world, and they all have their own missions. We say it's for you as a friend, and it's a bit stingy. But the facts prove that your life is indeed more expensive than ours, because not everyone in this world has the ability to rule the world."

Xu Yunchuan's words were always so real. He loaded his gun with his fire and medicine gun again, stepped forward a few steps and shouted at Wu Que:

"Brother Wu, I will use two guns to help you to shock the flying knife for the time being. You have to use all your skills. I am optimistic about you. You are the sword god in the world!"

Gunshots start!

Thunderbolt broke through the half-broken bridge!

The power of the explosion was about to shock the flying knife that was coming. Wu Que stood up angrily, swung his sword and slashed the two flying knives, one with his mouth and one with his armpit. After the three swords were combined, his body suddenly flipped. Suddenly, a pure and yang internal force penetrated the body, and the internal force exuded the fire on the bridge, showing the power of the phoenix Nirvana, and then rushed towards the "thousands of swords" sword formation like a tornado!

Yan Qing was heartbroken and lost Wu Que and lost his right arm. The position of the Lord of Quicksand should belong to him, but...

"Let's go, look at Brother Wu's superb sword technique. The sword formation is really not something we can withstand. We will only get in the way here-"

Xu Yunchuan wanted to pull Yan Qing away, but Wunian suddenly jumped up, his body was covered with the aura of the Nine Clear, and the clear breeze in his hand turned straight to the sword formation!

"What are you going to do?" Yan Qing felt pain again. This time he could no longer help but fight side by side with his friends, but he was about to set off, but Wunian advised:

"Don't make trouble, I seem to have seen the way to break the formation!"

Those who break the way are always the one who is silent and has been thinking about their own ideas when they say they are separated from each other.

Xu Yunchuan rushed out of the fire with Yan Qing's strides, and then looked at the red and green heroic figures with admiration, and sighed: "If I had known it would be better to learn from Master Wunian to think of it with my brain. If we three had the courage to remain calm in the face of danger, we would not have to go to death."

Yan Qing said nothing, and kept paying attention to the situation of breaking the formation ahead with a tight expression. From time to time, there were even a few tears in his eyes - "I am happy to be so happy that it is God who wants me, Yan Qing, to unify the world!"
Chapter completed!