"Why no one told me..." Yun Zhonghe finally asked this.

After seeing Zhu Minglang's sword drawing, Yun Zhonghe realized how naive his sword skills were.

Every sword of his is majestic.

Every move he made was stormy.

There are so many disciples on the Nine Army Tomb Mountain, and hundreds of dragon beasts with main strength, but they were blocked by Zhu Minglang alone. Until now, no one has stood at the same highest point as Zhu Minglang.

As the master of Yaoshan Sword Sect, Wu Feng's face was no less as shocked as Yun Zhonghe.

In fact, after seeing this scene, what he wanted to do was fly back to Yaoshan Sword Sect, then wake up the old man Jianzun who pretended to be asleep all day long, and ask loudly: Why hasn't anyone ever told him that the sword formation is a sword technique!!

Yes, as the hall master, Wu Feng didn't know about this.

Only when Zhu Minglang used the sword-falling sword technique, his inner shock was no less than Yun Zhonghe.

"He has produced the fifth and sixth swords!" Wu Feng was heartbroken, but his eyes were unwilling to move away from Zhu Minglang.

At this moment, Zhu Minglang swung the fifth and sixth swords, and these two swords were used at the same time.

It's the Gemini Sword!

One thunder, one fire.

The thunder sword danced like a group of thunder, causing Huo Shangjun's two dragon kings to retreat step by step.

The fire sword erupted like a volcano, burning the group of dragon shepherds of the Emperor Young Master torture to the point of suffering.

With the seventh sword, Zhu Minglang pointed at Wen Mengru.

Wen Mengru is already very close to him. This chief disciple of Miaoshan Sword Sect is also at the level of the king. Her strength is far beyond the reach of the children of the power at the foot of the mountain.

She is also one of the few people who can survive Zhu Minglang's six swords.

Of course, it was not that she resisted Zhu Minglang's six swords, but that Zhu Minglang's six swords were swinging at the entire Nine Army Tomb Mountain who was unwilling to leave. There were nearly a hundred people and there were more dragon beasts!

Wen Mengru's eyes were sharp, her swordsmanship was fast and fierce. It was she who broke the remaining Bagua marks in front of Zhu Minglang and attacked him head-on.

Zhu Minglang took the opportunity to shoot the seventh sword. The sword had extremely terrifying penetration power, and the speed of the sword was as fast as lightning!

"Swish!"

Wen Mengru reacted quickly, and she saw the angle of Zhu Minglang's move.

She immediately crossed the sword and used the hard back of the sword to resist.

The back of the sword was not tilted or oblique, just blocking the tip of Zhu Minglang's sword. Wen Mengru's pale cheeks finally squeezed out a smile.

She would take advantage of the moment when Zhu Minglang was injured by his sword back and turn her defense into an offensive!

Her body rotated with the flow, intending to avoid the stamina of Zhu Minglang's sword. Just as she stretched out her arms and wanted to use Yuehua Slash, her whole body suddenly felt inexplicably exhausted, just like a dancer suddenly fainted in a gorgeous dance posture...

The chopping action stopped halfway.

Wen Mengru couldn't stand steadily, and she knelt on the ground with a little limp, unable to lift her arms.

She glanced at her hand, and a hole appeared on her arm at some point, and blood surged out of it.

At the same time, Wen Mengru saw in the corner that there was also a hole on the mysterious wall in the distance. This hole made the thousands of people on the mysterious wall panic, and they were so scared that they ran around!

From here to Mian Wall, there is half a city distance...

Wen Mengru held the sword in her hand tightly and was unwilling to let go.

But her arms began to lose consciousness. She raised her gaze and stared at Zhu Minglang in front of her, her eyes full of reluctance and a little unbelievable!

The last time they really fought face to face, Zhu Minglang defeated her with three moves.

This time...

Is it just one sword?

His cultivation level is obviously not much different. Even if Zhu Minglang has fully possessed the cultivation level of the sword spirit dragon at this moment, his cultivation level should not reach the upper level. Why can he crush someone with this level like this?

Is this the sword realm?

How many levels are there?

Wen Mengru felt bitter, but in the end she still couldn't understand this.

This is the seventh sword.

Only Wen Mengru attacked.

It was just that Wen Mengru’s hole in her arm made it difficult for her to swing her sword again.

She realized that she was too close to Zhu Minglang, and if she kept a distance, she would have the opportunity to deal with her.

If you swing your close-fitting fencing with all your strength, you will win or lose.

...

Zhu Minglang has already used the seventh sword of the Sword Fallen Sword Technique at this moment, and Nan Lingsha takes it seriously.

Every sword he has is thrilling, and every sword is memorable.

"I'm a little unfamiliar, and now I can only use seven swords at most." Zhu Minglang took a breath calmly and adjusted his breath a little.

However, when he was regulating his breath, a large area of ​​Dragon Shepherd and Divine Ordinary People had already fallen on the slope of Tomb Mountain. Some of them were even sank into the black soil like dead people, motionless.

However, they did not have any excessively fatal scars on them. Zhu Minglang's first six swords were all huge sword-fighting baptisms, mainly to make them all retreat, rather than killing.

Fainted, foaming at the mouth, scattered in fear, loose bones...

This sweep made the people who were wandering in the Jiujun Tomb Mountain finally realize the huge gap in strength. No matter how seductive the brocade box is, they still lost the will to compete.

Of course, that feeling of frustration is the most painful.

Everyone is a disciple, and they are the younger generation.

Why can he defeat so many people alone?

They are all cultivators, Zhu Minglang seems to be the heroic general on the battlefield. All of them are just ordinary soldiers. The taste of being beaten by one person will spread in their hearts and severely destroy their firm and stubborn cultivation heart!

"I chose to get out, where are you?" said the children of the small clan who first met Zhu Minglang in Shicheng.

At that time, they were still competing with several disciples of Wuzong for the Constitution of Runyu City.

But after seeing the power of Bingchen White Dragon, they immediately turned around and escaped, which was considered to have escaped.

This time, I took advantage of the chaos and entered the Nine Army Tomb Mountain, and I was just trying to get my luck.

When they saw a large group of people rushing towards the Mausoleum Mountain, they thought some treasure had arrived, and they ran up the mountain simply with a tendency of curiosity.

There are so many people and so many dragons, and they don’t think they are afraid of anything.

Who knew it would be such a scene?

I was so reluctant to leave last time.

This time they rolled out with relief, and even because they were slowly going up and farther away, they were far less injured than the group of people on the higher side of the hillside, and they were so little thankful.

However, they didn't dare to stay where Zhu Minglang could see his eyes!

Many people are unwilling to give up.

But what can I do if I’m not willing to give up?

This is no longer a battlefield where small characters like them can stay.
Chapter completed!