Along the path of Mulberry Village, a cracking sound echoed throughout a ten-mile radius.
"not good!!"
The faces of Su Changhe and the three people who were more than ten miles away suddenly changed, and their bodies quickly retreated behind them.
Before they could dodge far, they saw a domineering and cold sword energy coming from the mountain.
Looking at the cracks on the mountain in front of them, the three people's pupils couldn't help but shrink.
"How can this be!!"
Xie Qidao could hardly believe that a sword energy that cut out ten miles away had not dissipated yet.
"Is this the power of a sword in the Mystic Realm of Divine Movement??"
Su Changhe's fists hanging by his sides were tightly clenched. Feeling the power of the sword at close range made him suddenly feel the urge to escape.
"None of us can stop this sword!!"
The expression on the face of Su Muyu, the ghost holding the umbrella, was still the same as before. There was no sign of any fluctuation, but his tone was particularly solemn.
Hearing this, Su Changhe and Xie Qidao chose to remain silent at the same time. This was the truth. Simply speaking, the power of this sword has far exceeded the boundaries of the free world.
"Boom~"
In the center of the battle, the commotion was the greatest. Dust rose like a mushroom cloud on the path of Sangcun, covering an area of two to three kilometers in radius, covering everything nearby in the dust and smoke.
"Cough~cough~cough~"
There was a rapid gasping sound in the dust.
A strong man wearing a bamboo hat was holding a giant sword and coughing, with a hint of red at the corner of his mouth.
Yan Zhantian didn't get any benefit from the attack just now.
If he had dodged in time, he would have probably flown out.
"The mysterious realm of divine travel."
But then a voice came out again, and apart from some surprise in his tone, the rest was filled with enthusiasm.
"There's a thin line, a chasm between us!"
Luo Qingyang was standing on the highest hill near the Sangcun Trail. He was holding Jiu Ge in his arms, and his tone was extremely sighing.
“You want to take action??”
Furious Sword Xianyan Zhan Tian's feet were a little lower, and he jumped out of the mountain path. He glanced at Luo Qingyang, and his words were a little unhappy.
"You don't think you can defeat him, do you?"
"Although I don't want to admit it, he has now surpassed all the five great sword immortals in the world, including you and me!"
"..."
Luo Qingyang did not look at Yan Zhantian, but stared at Zhao Shouyi.
At this time, Zhao Shouyi stood against the wind, standing in mid-air, like an immortal eating the wind and drinking the dew. Of course, there was something different about it. The chill on the other person's body seemed to be stronger than before.
Yan Zhantian snorted softly when he heard Luo Qingyang's words.
Although I felt a little reluctant, I didn't say anything else.
He couldn't fight it, now he knew it.
"Friends who are watching the battle from a distance, come together!!"
Zhao Shou glanced at Luo Qingyang, his expression was as usual, it seemed that adding another sword immortal would not make much difference to him, and then he shouted in another direction.
The voice was melodious and echoed between heaven and earth. Su Changhe and the other three narrowed their eyes, although Zhao Shouyi did not point out who the person was.
But they knew that the person Zhao Shouyi was talking about was them.
"Parents, what should we do??"
Xie Qidao's voice was a little low. To be honest, he didn't want to fight Zhao Shouyi if possible.
A sword energy swept out for nearly ten miles. When fighting against such a person, having his throat sealed with a sword would be the best possible outcome. It is even possible that his body would be completely wiped out.
When Su Muyu on the side heard these words, she tightened the black umbrella in her hand.
Although he was a little shocked by what happened on the Sangcun Trail, unlike Xie Qidao, he didn't take life and death too seriously, because if he took life and death too seriously, it would be a psychological flaw for their killers.
"If we go together, the probability of success is very small!"
Su Muyu's tone was still very calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
"As long as we are hit by him head-on, if we don't dodge or dodge, there is a 90%, no, it should be said that there is a 100% chance that we will be directly destroyed!"
"So I don't recommend that we go there. With that sword strike just now, Zhao Shouyi clearly had murderous intentions!!"
"In other words, he will not let everyone present easily!!"
"Only by leading people to the inn can we have a chance of survival!!"
"If we choose to die together, I think the best place is that inn! At least our deaths will have some value!"
Su Muyu's voice was very soft, and in the end it was almost inaudible.
"Hoo!! Hoo!!"
A wisp of mountain wind blew in the mountains, and Su Changhe and Xie Qidao's eyes flickered twice, and they nodded one after another.
Different from the Wrath Sword Immortal Yan Zhantian and the Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang, they are an underground river, a group of killers.
The goal of a killer is never to win, but to kill the opponent, besiege, poison, assassinate, and use all possible means.
"But one thing I'm not sure about right now is whether the Furious Sword Immortal Yan Zhantian and the Solitary Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang can take people to the inn, or whether they can insist on us going to the inn. This is also a question!"
While the three of them were talking, two more momentums shot up into the sky.
"Slash with an angry sword!!"
This is Yan Zhantian's second sword. The great path is simple, the sound is loud, and the elephant is invisible.
Generally speaking, the more powerful the move, the longer it will take to charge.
But Yan Zhantian's three swords are different. They follow the path of opening and closing, moving forward in an indomitable way, and are fierce and domineering.
If Yan Zhantian, the first sword, is still alive, this second sword is a life-threatening sword, a sword that uses all his strength.
Scarlet's internal energy surged, and the sword's intention slowly began to manifest.
A giant man with a vague face appeared behind him, also holding an extremely exaggerated-looking giant sword in his hand.
"Sword Immortal."
Xie Qidao tightened the long knife in his hand, his tone a little complicated.
Originally, the Sword Immortals were the top people in the world. Even if they wanted to deal with one of them, they would have to be surrounded by at least three people, which might not necessarily lead to victory.
But opponents who are so difficult for them, or people who are invincible, will also encounter such a difficult situation today.
At the same time, another picture scroll began to slowly unfold in mid-air.
Between the golden armor and the iron horses, the setting sun is shining, and the yellow sand is blowing, human life is like grass and grass. After the battle, only a volume of loneliness and desolation is left.
As this picture scroll unfolded, a sense of desolation and sadness slowly began to spread between heaven and earth.
The scope became larger and larger, and in the end it even affected the place where Suchanghe and the three of them were.
"This is??"
Feeling the increasingly sluggish internal energy in his body, Xie Qidao's expression changed slightly.
"It was another one who took action."
Su Muyu's voice unconsciously caused a wave of fluctuation. For the Sword Immortal, he had always been the target of being besieged, but today the situation was reversed.