"They are dogs around Dongfang Qingye. They have been with him for decades. They are also dead soldiers of the Dongfang family. Their martial arts are very terrifying."

Dongfang Yiren, who was lying behind Suzaku, said in a cold voice.

This time, she struggled from behind Zhuque, but Zhuque did not stop him, because Zhuque could not fight to the death with the enemy on his back.

After Dongfang Yiren came down, he said to the two of them: "After a while, you two will leave separately. Don't worry about me. If you mother-in-law and mother, you will not be able to escape."

When Zhuque and Huang Hong'er heard this, they all looked embarrassed.

They all understand the truth, but if they really let the two of them abandon one of their "family members" and run for life, how could they explain it afterwards?

Even if others understand, they cannot face it themselves.

"Go away quickly, otherwise it will be too late!"

Dongfang Yiren looked pale and anxious, and kept urging.

But it seemed too late, and the three old servants suddenly changed their bodies and took some control and surrounded the three of them in the middle.

If you are aware of the arts, this is clearly a formation similar to the Three Talents Formation of Heaven and Earth.

Even if it is far less powerful than the original formation, even if it can only exert one percent of its power, it will be enough to make any warrior under the saint feel headache and fear.

Zhuque's eyes were cold and said to Huang Hong'er: "Protect her and focus on defense."

Huang Honger, who was originally quite nervous and anxious, had his eyes lit up when he heard this, but he didn't say anything more. After looking at Zhuque, he carefully protected Dongfang Qingye between them.

If there are no reinforcements, only defense is the main focus, and you will die sooner or later. Only breaking through is the best strategy.

But since Zhuque said this, it means there must be reinforcements.

However, after being happy, she felt a little savory. She didn't know these things, let alone Dongfang Yiren. It seems that Lin Ning only communicated with Zhuque alone.

Sure enough, I like bigger, more charming...

Although she herself is charming, she is not as fond of her mature aunt by age.

But it was only so sad. There was another reason Huang Honger knew in his heart, that is, Zhuque had no pursuit of the holy path. After he was revenged, he was now thinking about taking care of his husband and children.

Perhaps this pure attitude towards life is right for Lin Ning’s taste...

"snort!"

A muffled groan sounded behind him, and Huang Hong'er was not thinking about it anymore, because the three old servants formed a formation and gathered the three of them together to form an iron barrel formation, and then pressed into the middle.

It felt like there were mountains everywhere, and then it slowly collapsed and pressed towards the middle.

Huang Hong'er and Zhuque still felt a heavy sank, and the heavy force of tens of thousands of pounds was pressed down. Dongfang Yiren, who was seriously injured, was naturally even more difficult to tolerate and vomited a mouthful of blood.

The Three Talents Formation of Heaven and Earth, the two saints of the grassland were killed thousands of years ago, and the Northern saint Huchar was killed thousands of years later.

Although the formation created by the Three Talents of the Heaven and Earth formation is less than 10% of the original version, its power is enough to shake the past and present.

At least, with Zhuque and Huang Honger fighting with all their might, it gradually became difficult to resist the power of the formation encirclement.

"puff!"

Seeing Dongfang Yiren vomiting another mouthful of blood, Zhuque, who was under most of the pressure, gradually looked like golden paper. Huang Hong'er whistled loudly and said, "Little Langjun, sister, when will you come? We can't stand it anymore!"

"Haha! Catch it up!"

At this moment, there was no movement in the east, but a surprise scream came from the west.

I saw dozens of Black Ice Elders coming quickly like a star chasing the moon. When I saw the three of them trapped, I was ecstatic!

God has eyes!

If you can't stop these three people today, the face of Hei Bingtai will be completely trampled in the mud and your face will be ruined.

Fortunately, I was stopped.

"The Great Elder is the Great Elder, and he actually set up a net of heaven and earth in the north. It's amazing, amazing!"

Zhang Wei sang a hymn to Jing Siyuan.

However, Jing Siyuan's face was not very good-looking because he knew that this net was not set up by him.

He could not assign these people.

However, no matter what, if you can defeat these three people, the Black Ice Platform will not be considered a loss today.

The people in the Black Ice Platform were ecstatic, but the three Zhuque and the other men in the formation all felt a sank and fell into despair.

However, what the three of them were thinking about was not themselves, but praying desperately, hoping that reinforcements would not come.

With the current situation, will you deliver food directly when you come?

What worries them even more is whether the people from the Black Ice Platform will threaten reinforcements with their safety?

Thinking of this, even if it is the old man, the despair in his eyes becomes stronger.

Whatever you are afraid of, and as soon as the thought arose, Jing Siyuan, among the elders of the Black Ice Platform who surrounded the formation, said to the three old servants: "Brother He, let them go out."

The old servant said indifferently: "The saint's life will be punished by the three thieves."

Jing Siyuan narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this, and then smiled and said, "Of course, you can't ignore the words of Master, but that was on the premise of worrying that the three of them escaped. Now the three of them can't escape, and living is more useful than death. Besides, there is still Yiren inside. How can she not recognize Master or me as my senior brother, but we cannot ignore her. Uncle He also knows that she is the only bloodline of Master after all."

The first two sentences were nonsense, but the last sentence was a killer move, which made the three old servants look solemn.

Although Dongfang Qingye gave them a killing order, he didn't care whether there was any of his biological daughters among the three.

But Dongfang Qingye didn't care, but they couldn't ignore it.

Therefore, the three of them ignored Dongfang Yiren who vomited blood and cursed in the formation, and slowly dispersed the formation.

Jing Siyuan was overjoyed and waved his hand and ordered: "Take them down and have them in hand, I don't believe it. The group of thieves in Qingyun Village will come to die!"

The elders behind Jing Siyuan were also very happy. However, just as they were about to move, Zhuque and the other two took the desperate attack to pull people to the back, suddenly, the faces of the thirty or forty Black Ice Platform masters suddenly changed, and they felt something, and they subconsciously looked up at the sky.

When I saw this, I was shocked.

At some point, an ancient long sword floated in the air.

Tonight, the moon is full as a plate, under the bright moon, a woman in green has three thousand blue hairs flying, her phoenix eyes are like frost, like a goddess in the moon palace, looking down at all.

"Ten Thousand Swords, Return to the Sect!"

The ancient and unpretentious Tianzhu Divine Sword Qingguang suddenly flourished, and for a moment, even caused the bright moon to lose its brightness.

Then a magic sword turned into two.

Two, four more...

It seemed like I had only one breath, and countless sword elements were scattered, covering the sky and the night sky.

"Damn it!!"

When Jing Siyuan saw this scene, his eyes were bloodshot.

They are not wasteful people. The dozens of masters present are also mid-grade masters. Which one is not a master who has experienced many battles and has fought against the other two holy masters countless times?

How could they not feel the peerless power of this sword formation!

How could this be?

That’s right, all three holy places have been circulated. Thousands of years ago, the Sword Saint of the Sword Tomb was able to compete with the Martial Saint with the last sword.

But rumors have always been just rumors.

Later, Hou Wanqian, who was inherited from the sword tomb, was unparalleled in swordsmanship, and everyone knows that.

However, Hou Wanqian, who lacks the Heavenly Punishment Sword and the last supreme sword intent, is rare in the world even if he is a peak master of the Grandmaster.

However, the power of a saint can be achieved by thousands of distances, but the difference is still very far.

This is also the reason why Black Ice Platform allows him to survive forever.

When the news that he had received a palm from the North Saint Huchar and died was passed back to the Black Ice Platform, the Black Ice Platform was moved to kill him.

Now, the elders of the Black Ice Platform have finally realized what a sword that can resist the power of a saint!

"cut!!"

A clear shout exploded into the night sky, and even the bright moon hanging in the sky seemed to tremble.

Then, the sword rain fell all over the sky...
Chapter completed!