A young monk looked calm and stepped on the clouds and slowly floated down, like a breeze coming, raising a circle of dust. When the middle-aged monk saw him, he first bowed respectfully, then pointed at Wen Tianbao and his group and said ruthlessly: "They group of traitors have killed many of our disciples with powerful treasures! Senior brother, you must be the master of me!" In the world of immortal cultivation, strength is respectful, and it is not an exaggeration for the old man to detain young people.

The young monk ignored the disciple behind him. He first set his eyes on the cold stone that everyone was manipulating. His pupils flashed slightly and he smiled and said, "That crystal stone is good, I'm going to accept it."

"If you say you accept it, just accept it, take it!" Lin Yao raised his hand and threw his spiritual power into the cold stone. Jian Chuan and other disciples in the formation also used their spiritual power one after another. The cold stone was stimulated again, and several cold lights shot towards the young monks. The young monks looked indifferent. The cold light was not enough in his eyes. When he gently brushed his sleeves, a green wooden sign appeared, and the green light flowed, covering the young monks, emitting bursts of the fragrance of spiritual wood.

The cold light kept hitting the green light, but only caused a circle of ripples.

"It's time for me to take action." Seeing that Wen Tianbao and others had finished casting spells, the young monk also launched a counterattack. He gently pointed the wooden sign, and the green waves spread out, and circles of dust flew up. "Illusion!" The young monk's lips slightly opened and he spit out a word. The wooden sign fluctuated even better. The green air induced a wave and swayed. In the overlap, three almost empty wooden sign shadows were transformed, half a human size, carrying it like a wave of breeze, and the power was unparalleled towards Wen Tianbao and others.

Jian Chuan, Lin Yao and other disciples hurriedly used all their strength to activate their spiritual power, and the cold stone also radiated a number of cold forces like overlapping waves. At the same time, a thicker cold light was shot out, hitting the three wooden sign shadows, and the wooden sign shadows immediately dissipated.

"Not bad! It's really a good baby!" The young monk smiled, and then his face turned solemn, as if he was just a little test. The young man slapped the storage bag on his waist, and several green flying swords floated out, and his hands were combined, forming a hug posture. The pattern of the green flying sword and the instrument pattern flashed at the same time, gradually shrinking, falling into the embracing hands. The green air under his hands was full of green energy. Seven flying swords were floating and intertwined, as if they were depressed among the thousands of floating waves, but they were neat and uniform, strict and solemn.

With the five senses of Wen Tianbao, he felt that his blue flying swords contained powerful power, which had almost surpassed any magic weapon and flying sword, and was almost equal to the rumored spiritual weapons. Wen Tianbao thought of an existence between magic weapon and spiritual weapons.

"Magic weapon?!" Wen Tianbao couldn't help blurting out.

"That's right, it's the magic weapon! Today, you rebels will die here!" The young monk raised his hands, and the green air swayed on his five fingers. Countless flying swords slowly rotated out, just like stars holding the moon. The flying swords gradually fell into the air. At this time, Wen Tianbao and others also stimulated the cold stones again, and many magic weapons, hitting the young monk. The tough young man before also took action. He made a single hand gesture, and the ancient flying sword turned into a stream of light and broke through the air. However, the wooden sign in front of the young monk turned again, and the stacked green fluctuations blocked all the magic weapons and burst out sparks.

"Not good!" At this time, Wen Tianbao saw the seven flying swords intertwined and rotated, enlarged layer by layer, and rose into the air. There were streams of strange green aura emitted from it, and green lights formed in the process of sucking and spitting.

"Fallen!" The young monk's magic finger moved, and the seven flying swords turned faster, directly encircling the heads of Wen Tianbao and other disciples. The green light was like thousands of needles and threads, falling in succession. Wen Tianbao and others hurriedly restrained their attacks and turned to defend. The cold stone rose again, and a layer of cold air light cover wrapped everyone in it. The tough young man was naturally within the scope of the crowd. Although he had never spoken, he had already united the front.

The dense green light fell endlessly, hitting the light cover above the heads of Wen Tianbao and others, spreading brilliant blue flowers. All the disciples only felt heavy breathing, increasing pressure, exhausted, and rapidly consumed their spiritual power.

"If this continues, when the spiritual power is exhausted, we are afraid we will all die!" Beads of sweat oozing from Jian Chuan's forehead, and Lin Yao was also sweating profusely. Some other disciples with low cultivation level were almost losing their strength, but they were barely supporting them with a will. Some disciples who originally knew how to form also input spiritual power to the disciples. At this time, Wen Tianbao also joined in.

"Junior Brother Fang!" Seeing that Wen Tianbao was standing in a good position and was about to use his spiritual power, Lin Yao couldn't help but worry: "We can still resist it. You are not healed yet, don't be impulsive."

"It's okay, I can basically activate my spiritual power now." Wen Tianbao looked solemn. As soon as he pinched his fingers, the vast spiritual power in his dantian emanated from his whole body. Everyone saw Wen Tianbao's whole body was bathed with spiritual power, just like a god descending to earth. He couldn't help but feel a little courage in his heart, and he strengthened the spiritual power transmission. The originally shaking cold power light cover suddenly added ripples, filled with a hint of cold air. The green light like rain fell continuously, but it just hit the eaves like rain, and remained motionless.

"I still have some skills." The young monk's eyes narrowed. Seeing Wen Tianbao's spiritual power, the magic tricks changed again. The seven swords wrapped in the air turned into seven green sword lights, floating and falling. The seven flying swords were extremely powerful, emitting a faint pressure, and they blasted against the light shield supported by everyone. The cold air on the light shield was ignited, but the seven flying swords did not diminish, and directly pierced the light shield and fell down quickly.

"Puff!" Almost every disciple, including Wen Tianbao, spit out a mouthful of blood and became listless. At this time, the seven flying swords had a blue light and had already killed all the disciples, including Wen Tianbao.

Before many disciples could escape, they were cut by the flying sword, splitting, and their internal organs were opened all over the ground, and a bloody smell spread out. "Ah!!" Some female disciples screamed loudly. The young monk was cold-blooded and ruthless, extremely cruel. He controlled the flying sword and strangled him everywhere, without giving the disciples a slight chance, almost a bloody massacre.

"Ah~ Junior brother!"

"Junior sister! I'll be with you...!"

"Senior Brother..."

Many disciples died tragically under the flying sword, and everyone was shocked and angry, making sad or whistle, extremely miserable.

Jian Chuan's eyes were red. He roared angrily and used an intermediate magic weapon to block a disciple's body, but was still split by the flying sword like cutting vegetables. Lin Yao was full of tears. While dodging, she used magic and magic weapons to rescue the disciple, but nothing could do. The whole scene was dyed blood red.

Wen Tianbao's face also showed an unbearable look. He was a little lost. Three flying swords were split into three sides and the green light was emitted from the flying sword at the same time. Wen Tianbao made a move and used the "earth escape technique". He was completely immersed in the soil, but the green light was too sharp and fast, and the speed was slower. He left tiny holes on his body, and blood flowed out. Wen Tianbao's spiritual power moved and stopped the blood from passing. But at the same time, a flying sword had been stabbed quickly, and the green light on the sword body was spitting, and he was at ease in the soil.

"Damn it!" Wen Tianbao was shocked and immediately emerged. A flying sword was about to hit a disciple in front of him. Wen Tianbao quickly pushed his spiritual power and pushed him away.

At the same time, the flying sword also rushed towards Wen Tianbao with the previous flying sword. The young monk not far away sneered and almost played with Wen Tianbao in applause. The resolute young man over there hurriedly dodged, and green light burst out from the flying sword, piercing holes all over the ground, and smoke and dust were everywhere. A careless person, the woman in his arms was also injured and let out a moan in a coma. "No!" The young man's eyes were full of blood, and he controlled the flying sword to try his best to separate the green light. When he turned around, the blood holes were broken by the green light. But he was determined and his aura was inexplicably rising layer by layer. A stream of spiritual power rushed into his body. With a loud shout, he seemed to have broken through the foundation-building cultivation level.

The young monk who was originally teasing Wen Tianbao over there turned his eyes and looked at the resolute young man, laughing, "So what if you break through to the foundation building? Let you know the gap between the late stage of foundation building and the early stage of foundation building!"

The young monk turned out to be a late-stage monk in the foundation building stage. It is no wonder that Wen Tianbao and others desperately borrowed the power of cold stone, but they were still much inferior. The resolute young man had just broken through the foundation building. The light of the ancient long sword floating in front of him flashed, as if it had stimulated some mysterious power. The textures flashed on it, sweeping through the strong wind, and suddenly attacked the young monk with a momentum of breaking through the air. The young monk's face darkened, and with a guide to the magic finger, the two flying swords that were originally following Wen Tianbao escaped.

Glows flowed from the ancient flying sword, and the more I looked, the more I felt a heavy aura emitted. Under this aura fluctuation, even the green aura of the wooden sign in front of the young monk dispersed a little.

"Huh?" The young monk directed two green flying swords, which collided with the ancient flying sword, and it was as good as the standard, and the ancient flying sword showed no sign of damage.

"What a flying sword, I guess it should be a sealed spiritual weapon." The young monk was calm and he made a gesture again. The other five flying swords that were originally slaughtering the disciples also floated in front of him. With a finger, he muttered a word in his mouth. The seven flying swords actually merged into one, condensing into a illusion sword with virtual and real intertwined.

"You are not a disciple of the Danding Sect, you are from the Tianyi Sword Sect!" The tough young man was shocked when he saw this.

"You are right, otherwise how could I work hard for this broken sect with my cultivation? But even if you already know my identity, it's too late, go!" The illusion sword burst out with a green light, and with a very fast momentum, it seemed to have broken through the speed of sound. Before the speech was settled, even the strong young man had no reaction. The illusion sword was like a stream of light passing through the young man's body, bringing out a series of blood.

"I..." The tough young man looked down and saw his pierced heart. At this moment, the woman in his arms became more and more dying, and a trace of tears dripped from the tough young man's eyes.

At this moment, the remaining disciples such as Wen Tianbao, Jian Chuan, Lin Yao also rushed towards him with anger. But the magic weapon could not break through the barrier of the wooden sign. At this moment, the resolute young man reluctantly raised a spiritual power, and with his finger skills, the ancient cui long sword that had fallen to the ground quickly rushed towards the young monk. As soon as he approached, his finger skills changed continuously, blurting out anger: "Explode!" The ancient cui long sword exploded, and a huge roar sounded, bringing out layers of air waves, and a large pit dozens of feet in radius were sunk on the ground, and many trees were washed away.

The green barrier raised by the wooden sign suddenly dissipated into a ball of green mist, which turned into pieces of debris and fell to the ground. The young monk did not expect that this person was so fierce and could detonate the spiritual weapon! With a little unwillingness, he was swept out by the majestic wave of air and broke more than a dozen trees before he fell to the ground completely.

Wen Tianbao, Jian Chuan, Lin Yao and other disciples rushed forward. When the smoke and dust scattered, they saw the young man who had just fallen to the ground suddenly struggling, and the brilliance flashed in his eyes, "You all go to die!"

Wen Tianbao and others felt a huge spiritual consciousness shrouded in them. Jian Chuan, Lin Yao and others paused all over and their spirits were greatly restrained. However, Wen Tianbao was just a little uncomfortable. He stepped forward and was walking more. Then the young man gritted his teeth and spitted out a mouthful of blood. The spiritual consciousness shrouded in him seemed to turn into an invisible sword light and quickly broke into Wen Tianbao's sea of ​​consciousness.
Chapter completed!