The sword energy in the sky is majestic and terrifying, and the shadows of the silver-white swords are moving, like the collapse of the Milky Way and the overturning of weak water.
His seventh sword, the God of Death, is not even qualified to be compared at the same height as his opponent.
Bei Li's sword was the sword of heaven and man. His own sword was just the sword of an ant. He just chose the taller one among the dwarfs.
"After living for most of my life, it's not bad to die by such a sword..."
Run? There is nowhere to run.
The entire Luolei Mountain was covered by the Jianhe River. Buildings were blocked by buildings and buildings were blocked, and mountains were blocked by landslides. There was no chance of escape.
"Uncle Xie, won't you run away?"
A cold voice came from behind, and Xie Qidao shook his head:
"If you can't run away, it's better to use this last moment to watch the last sword strike."
"Haha, Uncle Xie..."
Su Changhe laughed sinisterly, pushed out with a palm, and Yama absorbed the power:
"Since Uncle Xie won't run away, you might as well lend me your inner strength.
I am the head of the Dark River, I cannot die, I want to avenge everyone!"
Xie Qidao's face was full of horror:
"Master...you!"
He is the only remaining family head of the older generation in Anhe, how dare he, a boy?
Suchanghe is like a devil:
"Uncle Xie, you don't want the underground river to end here, do you?"
At the same time, Jianhe pressed forward, less than fifty meters away from the six people.
The three elders of the Tang Sect also used their last trump card to gain a chance of survival.
Tang Yin took out his last hidden weapon - the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle, which contained twenty-seven silver needles, each one like a transparent fish thread, extremely delicate.
This hidden weapon was made by a Tang Sect craftsman a hundred years ago. Its structure is exquisite and its murderous intent is fully demonstrated.
A craftsman only has time to create nine pieces in his lifetime, but the Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle cannot be reset or reused. One use will save you one time, and one less time will kill more people.
Over the past hundred years, the Tang Sect has only used it at the most critical moments. Now there are only three hidden weapons left. One of them is in the hands of Mr. Tang, the second is in the hands of Tang Huang, and the last one was brought out by Tang Yin.
As Tang Yin pulled the trigger, twenty-seven silver needles shot out at the same time, flashing with dangerous light, approaching Fang Ping and Li Hanyi.
Twenty-seven needles, twenty were cut off by Jianhe, five were blown away by the sword energy and deviated from the target, and the remaining two were lucky enough to approach the target and were about to reach the one-foot realm...
Tang Yin's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he secretly tried his best in his heart... I, the Tang Sect's ultimate hidden weapon, will definitely be able to break it!
"Ding--"
There was an inaudible crisp sound, and the two needles were bounced away as expected and dissipated in the sword river.
"How... is this possible!" Tang Yin's eyes were bloodshot. The Tang family's surefire hidden weapon was so vulnerable in front of the Sword Immortal!
Jianhe was less than thirty meters away, and the last bit of hope was dashed.
Suddenly, the third elder heard a "plop" and subconsciously turned his head to look.
However, they saw that Xie Qidao's eyes were sunken and as dry as bones, while everyone's right hand was burning with black flames and he had an evil smile on his face.
The three elders of the Tang family were all shocked.
"Master! You actually treated Mr. Xie..."
"This useless person, I sublimated his death. Is there any problem?" Su Changhe interrupted coldly, his eyes extremely aggressive, as if he was sizing up prey.
Tang Yin was shocked:
"No! He wants to..."
Before the former finished speaking, Su Changhe's movements were like a ghost, approaching in an instant, and a palm of Yama was placed on Tang Yin's face:
"Old guy, you've lived your life well enough, you deserve to die!"
The Jian River was still twenty meters away, and Tang Yin was drained of all his inner strength and died.
The Jianhe River was only ten meters away from the ground, and Tang Lie fell to the ground.
When Jianhe fell completely, Tang Yueluo's internal energy was just drained away.
"Whoosh-"
The sword energy roared loudly, intertwining into river waves.
The entire Luolei Mountain was washed away by the Jianhe River, landslides and rocks fell, and the sky screamed sadly.
Xie Qida, the three elders of the Tang family have become corpses, chopped into shreds of flesh by Jianhe.
Although Su Changhe absorbed the internal energy of the four people, Jianhe had already fallen before he could break through.
The sharp sword penetrated the body, and the pain was excruciating. Fortunately, he used internal force to deflect his internal organs to avoid serious injury in the first place.
"Muyu...!"
After only a moment of breathing, Su Changhe's inner strength exploded, and he activated the forbidden technique, leading Su Muyu to escape underground.
Fang Ping felt something, and his arms were like sword points:
"Go sword!"
The river surges wildly, the sword is powerful, and it penetrates the ground ten feet!
However, they still haven't caught two people, but they found several broken arms and legs.
"Disperse!"
Fang Ping drew back his sword and withdrew his Dahe sword intention. No one was seen, but he heard voices:
"Aoki! You've caught a shadow that you shouldn't have, and you've crossed the line of gouging out your eyes!"
"Deadly feud! Anhe will never forget it, and I, Su Changhe, will never forget it!"
"So what if I kill the Sword Immortal? If I can kill Li Hanyi once, I can definitely kill you the Aoki Sword Immortal once!"
The sound of hatred gradually dissipated, but the sword intention did not disappear.
Fang Ping narrowed his eyes:
"Underwater...want to run?"
Fang Ping raised his hands to perform the formula, imagined Su Changhe and Su Muyu in his mind, and recited the "Xunlong Jue":
"The thunderous command is as urgent as a spark of fire, and it is heard in the ten directions and three realms at a moment's notice. This time, the spiritual land is as urgent as the order of the supreme law!"
A golden dragon phantom appeared out of thin air, and then dissipated in an instant.
Because the goal was clear, Fang Ping quickly "saw" the goal.
I don’t know what kind of tricks Su Changhe used, but the two of them actually sneaked underground at extremely fast speeds, and actually fled three hundred miles south...
"Haha, how far can two cripples run?" Fang Ping said coldly.
He saw that Su Muyu had lost two arms and one leg, his eyes were injured by the sword energy, and his body had more than ten puncture wounds, making him no different from a dead person.
Su Changhe was missing half his head, one arm was missing, and he also had multiple puncture wounds on his body.
The two people were seriously injured, and the secret technique must have release restrictions, and they could escape two thousand miles at most.
Fang Ping was about to pursue him when Li Hanyi suddenly let out a mouthful of blood, his eyes blurred:
Halfway through his words, Li Hanyi suddenly fainted, his skin was as cold as frost, and the backlash of his forced fugue appeared.
Fang Ping looked into the distance, then retracted his gaze and landed on Li Hanyi:
"Let them live a few more days... why should they be called Li Hanyi? Let's change their name to Li Hongyi."
After finishing his words, Fang Ping said "Sword up", and the sword river emerged, riding the waves and leaving, leaving a mess behind.
The once continuous Luo Lei Mountain was broken into pieces and buried under the river. Not only was it "swallowed" by the Jianhe River, it became flat ground and a huge pit ten feet deep was dug out.
...
After a while, Fang Ping used the Dragon Searching Technique of Heaven to find a ruined temple in a nearby town to heal Li Hanyi. Fortunately, he found the Confucian Sword Immortal by the way.
"This...Li Hanyi?"
Xie Xuan was a little stunned and didn't recognize it for a moment:
"What happened? Who could have injured her so seriously?"
Fang Ping opening:
"It's too late to explain, let's heal first!"
"good!"
Xie Xuan nodded, put down the big book box, and instilled Qi with Fang Ping.
After stabilizing Li Hanyi's pulse, Fang Ping breathed a sigh of relief:
"The next thing is trauma, I can deal with it."
Just as he was about to use Zhu Youshu, Xie Xuan suddenly interrupted:
"But how to heal trauma?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
Xie Xuan clapped his hands and said angrily:
"Hey, can you be more careful? Li Hanyi has multiple stab wounds on his body, and his robe has stuck to the cut surface of the wound.
Let me ask you, can your magic distinguish between human flesh and clothing? Will it not stick the robe into the flesh?"
Fang Ping looked startled:
"That......"
"Take off your clothes first, then heal your wounds!" Xie Xuan looked determined and walked out the door.