Yuanhe's majestic body was thrown away more than ten meters away like a kite with a broken string. He rushed up desperately with a mouthful of blood. He felt sweet, and let out several shocking blood arrows, sprinkled on
This piece of ground he knew seemed so sad, and Yuanhe's deep feelings for the master were also shattered at this moment.
Although Leng Yue Jian did not want to kill Yuanhe, he still used some skills in his anger, which really hurt him very much. Even though Yuanhe was at the peak of the seventh-level sword emperor, he was with Leng Yue
The sword cultivation is only three levels away, but the gap between them is enough to be described as a gap.
"Haha,, I didn't expect that Yuanhe, who worked hard for so many years, would end up like this now!" Yuanhe never expected that Leng Yuejian would attack him. He was so angry that a mouthful of blood splattered out again.
His handsome face looked very pale and he laughed to the sky.
Two lines of clear tears quietly slid down his cheeks silently. Even though he was deprived of the position of sect leader just now, he would not react as fiercely as he is now. It was really the Leng Yue Sword that was made so great!
"Sect Master, Leng Yuejian, you old man, I will kill you!" Chu Xiaohui was also stunned by the scene in front of him. After a while, he recovered. He was extremely angry and terrified without saying anything.
The purple lightning struck Leng Yuejian's head.
At this time, after the attack, Leng Yuejian felt a little inappropriate. In the public eye, treating the former leader like this would really attract a lot of criticism, so that he fell into deep thought.
Even Chu Xiaohui quietly emitted purple lightning without even noticed the slightest.
"boom!!"
The head was hit hard by Zidian's terrifying power. Although Leng Yuejian only felt a little pain and did not cause much harm to him, Chu Xiaohui's move undoubtedly made him calmer and instantly
Going wildly.
"Chu Xiaohui, I'll kill you, a bastard!"
The black hair stood up one by one, and the cold moon sword with a ferocious face made people feel that he was more like a ferocious beast in a state of madness. Seeing this, many people present felt a chill in their hearts.
"You old man, go to die!"
In a rage, Chu Xiaohui successively issued "Sword Raising Song", "Thunder Song", "Fantasy Fire Song", sharp sword energy, terrifying purple lightning, and fantasy fire with terrifying devouring ability, forming
A terrible offensive swept towards the Leng Yue Sword overwhelmed.
"You guy who overestimates yourself, you, a little kid who is still fucked, still want to kill me, you are a fool!" Leng Yuejian's ferocious eyes showed a hint of disdain, and he let out a sudden sensation that made Chu Xiaohui's heart shock.
terrifying attack.
"boom!"
The power of "The Eight Songs of Souls" that Chu Xiaohui used with all his might seemed so pale in front of absolute strength, without any suspense. He was almost swallowed by the attack made by Leng Yuejian in an instant, and he turned around and quickly turned to him.
Pounce.
"How dare you show off your power in front of the ancestor!" The ancestor of the desire shouted loudly, and his figure flew in front of Chu Xiaohui. At the same time, he stretched out his right hand and intercepted the opponent's attack in a very plain manner.
The terrifying terrifying offensive was actually turned into an energy ball by the ancestor of indulgence. The terrifying energy contained in it increased by several points. It was so fierce that it was thrown at the cold speed at a time.
Yue Jian, Leng Yue Jian had long been afraid of the ancestor of indulging indulgence. Seeing the other party's unusual behavior, he took the lead and did it.
Although he had barely avoided this terrifying energy ball, when the energy ball slid down from his cheek, Leng Yuejian could still feel how terrible the power contained in it was. Even though it was round, it was extremely sharp.
The sharp knife quietly left a shallow scar on his cheek, and blood was quickly overflowing from it.
"call out!!!"
At this moment, more than a dozen extremely fast figures flew out of the crowd and appeared in front of everyone. In an instant, the terrifying power emitted from them seemed to be stacked layer by layer.
An extremely terrifying terrifying pressure was formed, which made the cultivators under him look gray, and most of them covered their chests with hands and looked painful.
"Twelve Sword Saints!"
Seeing the twelve cultivators who suddenly appeared in front of him, the ancestor of indulging in desire couldn't help but breathe a breath of air. In addition, the thirteen sword saints of the Lengyue Sword were almost the most terrifying power that the four sects could use.
In order to kill Chu Xiaohui, the four sects have quietly called back all the sword saints who are still practicing outside, and thus gathered in Lan Sect to destroy Chu Xiaohui's forces. In order to successfully kill Chu Xiaohui, the four sects
The sect really does not leave any effort.
"Sword Saint,,, so many Sword Saints!"
Not only were the cultivators from other sects deeply shocked by the scene in front of them, but the people from the four sects also showed horror. Many of them looked confused. Compared with the surprising reactions of the people around them, Yuanhe's faces were
Then he suddenly became extremely pale and murmured in a low voice, "It appeared, finally it still appeared."
As the leader of the Lan Sect, he will naturally know this plan very well. No matter how strong the ancestor of lust is, he cannot withstand the fierce attacks of so many sword saints, and there is one of them that is not as good as him.
The top masters from the upper and lower levels. With such a terrible lineup, it is undoubtedly a dream to escape, so before, he was willing to take such a big risk to help Chu Xiaohui escape.
"Senior Brother!"
After the twelve sword saints appeared, Leng Yuejian obediently stood beside a middle-aged man in green and bowed and said, "Senior Brother Han!" This middle-aged man in green is Han Chaoen, who is the same period as the ancestor of indulgence.
The master of the school has also reached the terrifying realm of a level five sword saint.
In the Shenzhou Continent, the fifth-level sword saint is almost the highest existence. Under normal circumstances, when the cultivator's cultivation reaches the fourth-level sword saint, he will ascend to heaven. Although, in the heaven, there are only a lot of people, like an ant
However, the richness of spiritual energy provided by the heavens is far from what the mainland of China can provide.
Examples of staying in the Shenzhou Continent like Han Chaoen are extremely individual. In a sense, he is the patron saint of Lan Zong who stayed in the Shenzhou Continent.
"Bing'er, even if I die, I will not let you suffer any grievance." Feeling Yuan Bing's soft and boneless slender hands trembled slightly, Chu Xiaohui felt sad, and a trace of incomparable determination ejaculated in his eyes
Zhise, he also knew how difficult the situation he and others were now.
It is undoubtedly a dream to escape from these sword saints. All he can do is protect Yuanbing as much as possible. Even when his life is about to end, he does not want to let her suffer any grievance.
"Xiaohui, with you, even if both body and spirit are destroyed in the next moment, Bing'er will have no regrets. Even if you are unable to live with you in your lifetime, it is enough to be able to sleep with you in the same place!"
There were quietly left crystal tears in Yuanbing's beautiful eyes. When she was thinking about this possible result countless times, she had already thought of this possible result, so when facing such a desperate situation, in addition to the initial shock
Aside from trembling, it became extremely natural, and he buried his head in his arms and said with a look.
"Hmph, you two rebel disciples still have the face to be here to be kind to each other. You have lost all the faces of the master. A shameless couple who are erotic!" Seeing Chu Xiaohui and the others' affectionate and fearless appearance, Leng Yue
Jian was filled with a lot of fire and snorted coldly.
"You are immortal, you still can't control our affairs. Don't talk about Lanzong. We have nothing to do with Lanzong. If it weren't for the master and others' part, Leng Yuejian, you would have died long ago.
On Mount Yumeizong, you ignorant beasts, if my father had not been kind-hearted, how could you have the will to live here!"
Chu Xiaohui was so insulted by Leng Yuejian, and immediately shouted angrily. At this moment, Chu Xiaohui finally realized that his reluctance to the Lan Zong was based on the master and others.
Now that the master and the others have been expelled from Lanzong, the feeling suddenly disappeared.
It’s not that Chu Xiaohui is blamed. After all, he spent almost all his five years in the Jinglan Pavilion. Even though Lanzong had favors to him, he had already paid it back over the years.
"The Ancestor of Indulgence, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years. You are still so cowardly. You are actually following a little kid as a thug!" Han Chaoen coldly reached out to stop Leng Yuejian's counterattack, and his eyes shot straight at the Ancestor of Indulgence.
A ray of pity appeared in his eyes. In his eyes, Chu Xiaohui and others were like air. If they wanted to kill them, it would be a matter of thought.
"It turned out to be you!"
The ancestor of indulgence was stunned for a moment, and the scenes of that year flashed vaguely in his mind. He suddenly remembered that this middle-aged man in green was Han Chaoen, who had been defeated by him before. He was shocked in his heart. He just now locked his eyes on the other party's
I just didn't remember it.
The shock brought by the hearts of the same era here was absolutely tremendous. When he slaughtered Lan Zong five hundred years ago, the other party was not taken seriously by him. He was the only opponent in his eyes.
It was Li Miaofeng, the leader of the Lan Sect back then.
Five hundred years passed in a hurry. He was trapped in the sealed world. His cultivation did not make much progress. After so many years of cultivation, the middle-aged man in Qingyi would never be inferior to that of him.
He's there.
"That's right, it's Han. Wasn't you Qin Gaotian arrogant back then? You didn't take me seriously at all. The feng shui changed. Today is different from the past. Today, Han must be avenged the shame of that year!"
"Haha, Han Chaoen, in the eyes of the ancestor, you are always a piece of shit. Even if you dare to show off in front of the ancestor, since the ancestor could trample you hard on his feet, he can still do it now.
!”
The ancestor of indulgence laughed furiously, saying that the defeated general who was trampled under his feet and could not move, today he actually challenged him. This made him feel a sense of humiliation. Why didn't the ancestor of indulgence who was arrogant and indulgence arrest him.
It's crazy.
"Hmph, you have been sealed in the sealed world for hundreds of years. Even if your cultivation has improved and you are still high, if it weren't for these two foul disciples, how could you escape from the formation of ruthless desire to lead Chen?
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Han Chaoen'en's face changed a few times, his rosy face became quite pale, his eyes were filled with endless murderous intent, and the painful memories of being trampled on by the ancestor of indulgence back then were always an untouchable pain in his heart.
At this time, he was raised by the Ancestor of Indulgence again, and his resentment towards the Ancestor of Indulgences was even higher. A raging anger surged out, almost swallowing his reason, and endured the kind of heated anger.
The burning pain snorted coldly.
"Even so, I just think that it is my ancestor who let you for hundreds of years. It's nothing big. Your cultivation is just a level five sword saint. If the ancestor wants to kill you, he can destroy you by stretching out a finger.
!”
Although he could not see through what level Han Chaoen's cultivation level had reached, from the other party's words and deeds, it can be seen that Han Chaoen still had a lot of fear of him. After pondering for a moment, he guessed the other party's cultivation level.
, said arrogantly immediately.
This is a strategy to attack the heart. Such strategies will naturally shock the other party, so that the other party's fear of him will become more and more intense, making him afraid of being careless at all.
The current situation is extremely critical for the ancestors of indulgence. The other side has a total of thirteen sword saints. Although the other twelve sword saints are not very threatening in his eyes as long as there is no formation in the formation, it will not be too much.
Among them, there is a Han Chaoen who is not inferior to his cultivation.
Even though he could defeat the opponent with his own strong strength, he could not win in a short time. With the opponent's current terrifying lineup, it was easy to kill Chu Xiaohui. Although the Air Emperor's cultivation is not weak,
But it doesn't work at all.
"How do you know? Have you reached the level 6 Sword Saint!" Han Chaoen'en's heart was shocked. In an instant, a fear flashed through his eyes and said in horror.
"Impossible. With your indulgence in the nature of the ancestor, if you really have the cultivation of a level 6 sword saint, how could you be so tempted with Han,,,,," Han Chaoen pondered for a moment, and knew that he had been fooled, but