The marks of the sword are like a sea. They have occupied the world here arrogantly. They are everywhere, making it difficult for people to see anything else. Only the figures of the five aqua-blue sword dragons are jumping around.
They are extremely domineering and fierce, and they can break through the barriers of the blue sky even though they are far apart.
In the field, there was a scene of ups and downs in a sea of ​​blood. Although the saints of the sect did not howl and beg for mercy, they still clung to their original positions, making it difficult to get in and out.
"ah--"
The Jade Flute Fairy among the Three Beauties of Wonderful Sound is known as one of the best beauties in the sect alliance. The sound of the flute can help people practice their cultivation.
However, under the azure sword dragon, she only let out a sound of pain and disappeared into the world. And the jade flute sacred instrument in her hand was swallowed up by Hong Yuan.
The eyes of Taoist Minghuo nearby turned black. That was his Taoist companion, the person he cherished day and night, but he died like this.
However, the next moment, he did not need to feel distressed, because he also died and rushed to the gate of life and death with the Jade Flute Fairy. The sacred war halberd was also devoured by the Tianhe Sword.
This magical power was so fierce that it killed six saints of the same level.
"Demon, demon..."
The remaining twenty saints in the sect alliance were all trembling. They looked at Hong Yuan in disbelief and were so angry that they could not speak fluently.
The martial saints of the sects who were able to carry the sacred weapons to participate in this battle were all the elites among the elites. To be destroyed like this, the losses of each sect and each sect were incalculable.
Sadness began to spread among the martial saints of the sect.
"Everyone, hurry up, I'll come to the rear!" General Bai Xiangxuan gritted his teeth, held the platinum gourd on his head, and faced the flood source tremblingly.
Nowadays, on the sect alliance side, there are Martial Saints who possess holy weapons on the battlefield, and he is the only one, General Bai Xiangxuan.
General Bai Xiangxuan did not think that "Bo Qing" would let him go, so he planned to sacrifice himself to find a way for everyone to survive.
"Bo Qing, don't let them escape."
"Damn it, damn it. Bo Qing, what are you doing!"
In the camp of the Great Xuanwu Saint, two royal warrior saints watched the sect warrior saints in front of them flee, but Bo Qing did nothing, so they couldn't help scolding Bo Qing.
Thumb thump——
Marquis Muluan and Marquis Mingyue looked at each other and secretly thought something was wrong. Even Marquis Langdao, who had been taught a lesson, felt his heart sink.
"Are you qualified to teach me how to do things?" Hong Yuan snorted coldly.
With a movement of his body, Hong Yuan rushed towards the two royal warrior saints who had just made rude remarks. With a move of the Tianhe sword, the two royal warrior saints were immediately seriously injured and turned into meteors and fell to the world below.
Even with the murderous intention, Hong Yuan never stopped.
He turned the gun head and stared coldly at the group of great Xuanwu Saints, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "Whoever hands over the sacred weapon will never die!"
At this moment, the pain felt by the Martial Saint of the Sect Alliance was forcefully inflicted by Hong Yuan on the Martial Saint of the Daxuan Royal Clan.
"The seventh item..."
"The eighth item..."
"..."
"The eleventh item..."
The Tianhe Sword made a series of swallowing sounds, and many holy weapons disappeared into the world. One after another, the most exquisite "spirituality" was fed back from the Tianhe Sword, strengthening the origin of the Immortal Aperture of the Tianhe Blessed Land.
Hong Yuan is getting closer and closer to the realm of the seventh-level sword master.
Once everything is digested, he will definitely be able to become a seventh-level sword master.
"Bo Qing!" General Bai Xiangxuan looked at "Bo Qing" deeply, and then ran away without looking back.
No one could have imagined that Bo Qing, who was rescued by the Daxuan Dynasty, would actually counterattack the Daxuanwu Saints and even invade their sacred weapons. Such a despicable temperament!
"Marquis Jiao Jian, don't go astray~" Marquis Ming Yue said loudly and heartbroken.
But when the connection between the Moon Binding Rope and him disappeared, he went completely crazy, and like Langdao Hou, he wished he could eat Hong Yuan alive.
Suddenly.
Hong Yuan's sword eyes turned and he stared at the distant sky with a solemn expression.
The sky in the distance.
Li Ziyang, the sword master of Pojun, strode forward with his sword in hand. He flicked the sword with his fingers and made a clanging sound. The sword energy was imaginary and cold and biting. The sword light shot up into the sky and destroyed Hong Yuan's special intention in an instant.
The "field" of manufacturing.
Seventh level sword master!
A true seventh-level swordsman!
Those who come are not good.
"Seventh level... It seems that I have to run away." Hong Yuan let out a soft breath.
He had tried to reduce the damage as much as possible, but unexpectedly, he still alerted the seventh-level Martial Saint.
Even Hong Yuan could be extremely sure that those eighth-level old monsters were also paying attention to this place and were ready to take action against him at any time.
Qiang——
Without any unnecessary words, the Army-Breaking Sword Master opened his divine eyes, activated the seventh-level Army-Breaking Holy Sword, with a cold face, and delivered a fatal blow.
A sword was swung out, cold light hit his face, and the sharp sword energy flooded the place like a river of heaven. He killed five in one step and took action calmly.
The five-headed aqua blue stegosaur persisted for a long time, but was finally destroyed and turned into blue light and dissipated.
Seeing this, the great profound saints such as Mingyue Hou, Muluan Hou, Langdao Hou and Yanyang Hou suddenly changed their expressions, and their escape speed increased a lot again.
The realm of saints is one realm and one heaven. If it is not a peerless figure with the appearance of a great emperor, there is no possibility of fighting against high-level figures.
Not to mention that the Pojun Sword Master in front of him is holding the Pojun Sacred Sword, full of aura and full of immortal energy!
"The 'Water Dragon's Song' is still a bit weak, but how can you crack my 'Reverse Current River Protective Dream Robe'?" Hong Yuan's face was calm. Not only did he not retreat, but he took the initiative to fight against the Sword Master of the Army.
Because he could feel that as the battle with the Pojun Sword Master became more intense, the Tianhe Sword digested the "spirituality" of various holy weapons faster.
In other words, this Army-breaking Sword Master was the sharpening stone for Hong Yuan to use to become a seventh-level Sword Master!
"Try the sword with me? How brave." Pojun Sword Master's eyes were dark.
He pushed the Holy Sword of Breaking the Army sideways, and the stars in the sky gathered under the sword, like a huge galaxy falling from the sky. The sword light was blazing, cutting across the sky and the earth, and immediately pressed towards the blue river in front of "Bo Qing".
Rumble——
It's like the collapse of Mount Tai, or the sudden sound of thunder.
The blue waves of the river and the blazing sword light roared and clashed. One after another, like substantial hurricanes, rose from the ground and swept in all directions, breaking the void like a spider web.
The few Great Xuanwu Saints who were escaping a little slower all screamed in horror, because the aftermath of the battle smashed them into powder in one fell swoop, and they lost their lives.
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"Pojun Sword Master and Bo Qing are equally superior and inferior, it's hard to tell them apart!?"
Emperor Daxuan, Donghuang Academy and the Great Sage Mouliang all looked solemn and extremely serious.
They knew that "Bo Qing" had great talents and talents, but they never expected that he would be so great.
On the top of the sea of ​​clouds, the Pojun Sword Master walked leaning on his sword, flicking his fingers on the sword body, making a clanging sound. The sound of killing was deafening, and the terrifying sword light blasted towards the blue river.
"Bo Qing" has a slender figure, a fluttering light blue robe, and a calm face, but gives people a breathtaking aura, as if everything is under his control.
At this moment, the sword master who broke the army was like a spear, and "Bo Qing" was like a shield.
No one can tell who loses and who wins.
However, Pojun Sword Master is a seventh-level major cultivator, and "Bo Qing" is just a sixth-level junior!
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"Bo Qing? Bo Qing..." At the rear base camp of the sect alliance, Shi Lingfang looked at Bo Qing's figure fighting against the world, and couldn't help but change his face, and repeated Bo Qing's name several times.
Li Shenyu on the side clenched her palms tightly. Due to her strong force, her nails dug deep into her palms, causing waves of heartbreaking pain. "It's hard to imagine Hua Menghuang's future with you helping me."
Seeing the image on the water screen, both of them couldn't help but feel tense, feeling heavy about the growth of "Bo Qing"'s strength.
"Haha, there are talented people from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years. Such talents, hahaha..." Fengxi Great Sage Fu Yanjiang smiled kindly, but Shi Lingfang and Li Shenyu were both excited.
Get up, because the Great Sage Fengxi took Shifengcao!
Buzzing…
To be continued...