One person charged forward, holding a dagger of more than a foot in each hand. He was as powerful as a leopard and as fast as a galloping horse. He stepped forward as far as the eye could see, and three or two joined the battle group in the blink of an eye.

Qiu Yue's body was full of green spiritual energy, and he was holding a peach wood sword with a bright appearance. Opposite him was Qing Xin, who was calm and calm, holding a long sword with a trace of cracks.

The spiritual power was injected into the sword, and the mahogany sword stretched out of thin air. The tip of the sword was like a cone, and it pierced Qingxin's chest. Seeing the strangeness of Xun Xin, Qingxin did not parry for a moment, but turned sideways to avoid it.

Unexpectedly, this mahogany sword was really weird. It turned straight into a curve, like a boneless ribbon, winding back and forth. Poor Qingxin turned himself into a living giant rice dumpling with his humility.

Perhaps it was because the mahogany sword had no edge, or because the wood was soft in nature, the square-faced monk was not in a hurry, and still had the heart to take the initiative to speak.

"I have long heard that the sword wielders of Baihua Mountain are good at using chopsticks and swords. Once the spiritual power is poured into them, the chopsticks turn into noodles."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wooden sword wrapped around Qingxin was corroded by the all-pervasive evil wind. The power of wind erosion and ice can also be eliminated, not to mention the mere peach wood.

Qingxin raised his sword and cut off the peach wood blade with one strike.

"Chopsticks and swords? That's good, but noodles can also hold someone to death."

Another peach wood sword flew into Qiu Yue's hand out of thin air. He held a sword in each hand. The peach wood sword that had just been cut off had returned to normal. Even the tip of the sword was the same as the new one.

"The Three Sword Masters of Baihua Mountain, I will learn from you today!"

Qiu Yue smiled when he heard this, made a show of swords, and hooked the sword in his right hand, signaling Qing Xin to let his horse come over.

Qing Xin was not polite. The wind blew up into the sky and knocked down a large number of leaves. They fell down with the wind like a sword rain.

The peach wood sword boy's right hand pointed the sword to the sky, and the spiritual power spurted out, like a burst of green raindrops, but it went against the current, came out from the sword, and rushed back towards the incoming green leaves.

"Spring comes out of dead trees!"

The green leaves were dotted with green leaves, and the green leaves emitted a light like ink. The next moment, the green leaves took root, and the roots intertwined, forming a large network in the sky.

"go!"

The big net was captured by the green energy, and regardless of the wind, it rushed back towards Qingxin.

Qing Xin's sword energy was flowing vertically and horizontally, with silver hooks and iron strokes, cutting the big net into pieces, and all of them fell to the ground.

But as soon as the roots touched the earth, they penetrated deeply and grew into finger-like branches in the blink of an eye. In just a few breaths, these small buds grew into tree trunks as thick as an adult's arm.

One by one, they rushed towards Qingxin in the middle.

He raised his sword and struck, but when the long sword struck it, there was a distinct sound of metal clashing.

"Sword Mountain Sword Tree?"

Qingxin finally regained his energy, made a sword finger with his left hand, and wrote in the air, as if he was sketching, but his strokes were filled with sword energy.

At this moment, the man with two daggers finally arrived. He moved very quickly and struck ruthlessly. He aimed the knife from behind at Qiu Yue's heart, sealed his throat with one hand, and attacked Qing Xin from both sides.

The sword tree was broken, and visible sword energy emerged in the air. Judging from its shape, it was clearly the strokes Qing Xin had just written in the air. It was written with a sword and turned into sword energy. This was clearly the talisman sword technique of Qingliang Mountain.

"What?"

The sneak attack man was horrified, because the sword energy that flew over in the blink of an eye was aimed at him!

He could no longer think of making a move, so he could only kick Qiu Yue on the back, use his strength to retreat, parried with his two daggers in the air, and narrowly escaped the sword energy from Qing Xin.

"roll!"

The man looked at the Qingliang Mountain monk, feeling angry, but he realized something was wrong the next moment.

The monk who was kicked by him did not move at all.

The man hurriedly sank with a thousand catty drop, and sure enough, a figure carrying a sword pillar was not far behind him when he landed. If the man had been thrown away like this, he would have been stabbed to death.

"No wonder Bai Qi can be hunted by you. In a place like Mashan, you can be equal to a true monk."

Qiu Yue smiled and didn't admit it, but he didn't deny it either.

The man in black armor panted heavily, glanced at the two men with swords, and left without saying a word.

At this time, the other side also noticed the man's arrival. Ding You could tell at a glance that this man had extraordinary skills. He gave the impression that he was undoubtedly a third-grade martial artist just like Yang.

Wufu suffered a loss there, so he turned his attention to Ding You.

In fact, according to his original wish, he did not want to fight Ding You, a martial artist of the Qingshuang sect.

The warriors have been on the battlefield for a long time, and they are clear to the monks of Yundi. Almost all the monks of the Qingshuang Sect practice Qingshuang Jue, so their bodies are covered with a layer of turtle shell. In comparison, the monks of Baihua Mountain have an easier time.

Slaughter, no matter how fast your wood monk recovers, he will still die if his vitals are injured.

Ding You was helpless. He glanced into the distance. Six black-armored scouts had also arrived at this time, but they directly approached the three of them. With one against two, they probably wouldn't be able to last long.

As for me, I am now fighting one against three. Although the enemy is helpless against me, if I really fight to the death, I will be killed sooner or later.

"Senior Brother Qiu, the ancient trees are towering to the sky!"

Qiu Yuejia opened Qing Xin's sword, but was cut by a sword energy on his waist and ribs. However, instead of red blood, green blood flowed out of the wound.

The green blood was as thick as rosin and turned solid instantly.

The next moment, the place that was cut by the sword energy was intact, but the clothes were torn in that place, and it was obvious that he had been injured.

The Taomu Sword boy glanced at Ding You, who was fighting with the three men. At this moment, Ding You's fists were armored, and the sword in his arm suddenly appeared.

"It's my fault that I'm so obsessed with practicing that I didn't even know there was a Qi Gathering Realm next door so I could cultivate a monster with blue frost armor!"

He made a secret with both hands, cut his wrists with a mahogany sword, and then, as if committing suicide, he first stabbed his lower abdomen with the sword, then inserted another sword into his thigh, and finally took a few mouthfuls of the liquid that had not leaked out.

Blood on the wrist.

Qing Xin still didn't move, letting Qiu Yue do whatever he wanted.

He knew that it was useless to stop him. At worst, Qiu Yue would spend his spiritual energy to create a wooden substitute again. When the tree escaped, he would have chopped down all the trees in Mashan, otherwise there would really be nothing he could do to him.

Of course, it would be different if the fight happened somewhere else.

Qiu Yue's feet took root, and their feet gradually became thick, breaking through his clothes, and the appearance turned into tree bark. The same was true for his hands, but they only grew branches and leaves. After a while, there was no human shape at all on the tree.

Keep growing up.

Ding You glanced over and saw that there were three people hugging the tree. It was more than ten feet high. It could be said that it stood out among the trees that were two or three feet tall.

Just not enough!

He made a deep voice, forced Qing Gan back with the cold air, turned his hand and put away the ice blade on his arm.

Then he put his hands on the ground, letting the cold air enter the ground, and rushed straight towards Shu and the other three.

The next moment, one of the six people surrounding the three people had his feet frozen.

Lei seized the opportunity and followed up with the bronze sword, trying to pierce the unlucky guy. However, there were too many opponents. Not only did Lei not take advantage of this move, the bronze sword was easily lifted away by others, and he was almost injured.

back.

Ding You saw this and felt extremely anxious.

"Almost!"

The young man shouted loudly, no longer conserving his spiritual power, and the ice armor instantly covered his whole body. Baiji was horrified, and he retreated in panic. Qinggan narrowed his eyes, and the remaining man did not dare to move forward.

He also gained experience early on. Qingshuang sent ice armor into the battle, just like the monks of the Tongbimen in Wei, who were invulnerable. Even the collision of chariots could not stop them in the slightest.

The ice palm struck the tree, and the cold air surged like a wave, sweeping across the entire giant tree with just one slap. However, Ding You did not let go, and the spiritual power in his body continued to vent, until the entire giant tree was covered with white frost.

"Stop him quickly!"

Baiji kept shouting, but no one answered him, and everyone stood still.

No one wants to regret the blue frost armor!

Finally, the green frost turned to white ice, and the towering tree turned into a huge ice sculpture.

Ding You let go and clenched his fist. It was like destroying a mountain or cracking. The giant tree cracked from the inside, making a loud noise.

Then the ice sculpture collapsed, and the sound was heard again, and it was so penetrating that it could be said that the sound could be heard throughout Mashan.

The young man stood on the side, unable to escape, and was buried first.

"What a plan!"

Qingxin sheathed his sword and moved closer to the ice pile, but moved his body slightly closer to the three people surrounded by Lei Beimui.

Qing Gan looked at Qing Xin's actions coldly, then looked away and looked at the pair of ice cubes.

Only a section of the giant tree near the ground was still standing, but it was also buried by a large section of ice that broke off above.

"You bastard, even if you almost killed yourself, you almost froze me to death!"

Qiu Yue jumped out of nowhere. He was holding Ding You's collar in his hand. The boy's limbs were hanging upside down. There were several blood stains on his face. It seemed that he had been scratched by ice shards. His armor was broken and his inner clothes were exposed.

, but his eyes were sharp and he looked at Qingxin who was moving, with a smile on his face.

Qingxin nodded without saying a word.

"Tell me, why are you trying to be a hero? If your hand is broken, don't you still need me to help you pick it up?"

Qiu Yue was very helpless. He was half-naked, with a skirt made of leaves around his waist. As for the clothes, he still had to ask what kind of ancient trees he had on his hands. It was better now, cool.

Cool.

He connected Ding You's arm, and Qiu Yue, a grass skirt, transferred a ray of life force to Ding You. Ding You's face turned better, no longer sickly pale, but still frighteningly white.

Qiu Yue was helpless when he saw this. He muttered a mantra and squeezed hard, and a red fruit appeared on the grass skirt.
To be continued...