Xuan Jizi was originally afraid of the aura of the Dharma-Stage Cultivator emitted by Zhang Hao, but at this moment, the sword moves of the cultivators broke Zhang Hao's magical powers with one move, and a hint of cruelty appeared in his eyes.

The cold voice of his lips as he opened and closed his lips came to the ears of these cultivators in the vein-condensing stage: "Kill him!"

The eyes of the young man in the sword formation instantly turned red like blood, and the flying sword in his hand seemed to have a scarlet blood light. A trace of red blood and tears flowed from the corners of these low-level cultivators' eyes.

Zhang Hao was shocked. He hated these evil methods of manipulating the fate of low-level cultivators even more.

Shang's quick voice came into the sea of ​​consciousness: "These teenagers are just a corpse that was manipulated. I know you care about their young age and want to include these people in the door, but now these people are dead, you don't have to worry about it!"

Zhang Hao's expression became cold, and the Lilong Sword behind him made a clear sound of dragon sound.

A hot white light was like the scorching sun.

The low-level cultivators around him seemed to be missing all the changes, and controlled the flying sword in his hand and still assassinated towards Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao held the sword in both hands in the air, and a shattered sword light appeared in the scorching white light, and a sword intent that reached the sky emanated from him.

Ask the Sword of Water.

The sword flow where eighty-one flying swords gathered suddenly stopped.

The sky seemed to have turned into a calm water surface, with ripples rippling gently, and fine sword lights shot out from the ripples, colliding with eighty-one flying swords.

Xuan Jizi's face changed drastically.

Flying hands.

The eighty-one sword cultivators were stimulated by Zhang Hao's sword intent, and the clothes of many cultivators were directly smashed.

The broken cloth floated everywhere, mixed with a faint bloody smell of flesh and blood pierced by the sword.

But under the control of the word "Xuanji", these cultivators still rushed towards Zhang Hao with all their might.

The battle situation became extremely tragic.

The broken limbs flew across the board, and the flesh was blurred. Zhang Hao's eyes were red without realizing it.

The dark Ye Xing's clothes were soaked with blood, but in his heart he couldn't believe everything in front of him.

The cultivators who were pierced by a sword still rushed towards him. The Lilong in his hand gathered magic power, but could only slightly block these cultivators.

Xuan Jizi used these cultivators in the Condensation Stage to trap him for a full half an hour.

These low-level cultivators were shaken away by magic power and their limbs were cut off, but they still maintained the fighting power.

Shang looked at the situation in the field with a calm face, looked at Zhang Hao's red eyes, and said slowly:

"The weakness of these people is the puppets hanging in their chest cavity. You only need to smash those puppets with one sword!"

Zhang Hao looked at the flying swords around him that looked like locusts. He heard Shang's words and felt a little angry. Looking at Shang's expression, he knew that he had known that these low-level cultivators had problems.

But now it is not anger. I quickly activate the Dharma image of heaven and earth in my body.

A golden light floated up in the air, and a golden nine-clawed golden dragon appeared in the air. The golden dragon's body turned into afterimages, and suddenly penetrated through the flying sword.

The sound of fine golden swords fighting sounded in detail.

The sharp claws quickly crushed the puppets in the teenager's chest.

As the puppets broke, the young men holding the sword fell to the ground one after another, their bodies twitched a few times, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and then stopped moving.

However, in the blink of an eye, all these low-level sword cultivators fell to the ground and died.

When Zhang Hao came back to his senses, he found that Xuan Jizi had disappeared. The low-level cultivators on the island looked at Zhang Hao as if they saw the demon god in hell, and even forgot to escape. They stood there one by one, tremblingly leaving the will.

Zhang Hao sighed lightly, but he ignored these low-level cultivators and his spiritual sense quietly began to investigate.

Under Juyun Peak at the south gate of Jiaolong Gate.

Xuan Jizi was driving the flying sword and fled to Juyunfeng in a mess. The one who followed him was Zhang Hengyuan.

Juyun Peak is only a few dozen feet high on the island where Jiaolongmen is located, as if it was piled up by artificial brute force, and it was like a pile of irregular rocks. However, when the word Xuanji reached the bottom of Juyun Peak, it jumped down from the sword.

He stood at the foot of the mountain and raised his head and bowed, "Senior, help me! A cultivator came to the island, broke the Tiancan Sword Formation, and destroyed the spiritual veins on the island. Please ask me to make the decision for me!"

Xuan Jizi knelt down after talking.

Zhang Hengyuan beside him looked up at the rocky peaks ahead, and glanced at Xuan Jizi slanted, with a hint of contempt and disdain in his eyes.

The clouds and mists were stirring on the Juyun Peak, and only the word "Mystery" and the crying voice were stirring back and forth.

Zhang Hengyuan saw no response from Juyun Peak. He pinched a magic trick with his right hand, and a trace of spiritual power flew out from his fingers to form a semicircle.

The mysterious word beside him suddenly got up from the ground, and took a step back in surprise and said, "What are you doing!"

Zhang Hengyuan could no longer bear it and said, "I will take your life today!"

The word Xuanji smiled furiously and said, "It's up to you!"

After saying that, he raised his right hand and the silver needles shot towards Zhang Hengyuan.

A large dark umbrella appeared in front of Zhang Hengyuan. The umbrella spread out like a dark cloud, blocking all the silver needles flying in front of him.

Only a jingle sound was heard.

The silver needle fell all over the floor.

Xuan Jizi missed the attack and glanced at the big umbrella in Zhang Hengyuan's hand, and smiled sinisterly: "I didn't expect you to have a medium-grade treasure! But I don't understand why you want to plot against me!"

Zhang Hengyuan looked at Xuan Jizi and sneered: "Ten years ago, Daoxiang Village, is there more than 170 murders related to you?" When Xuan Jizi heard the Daoxiang Village case, his expression immediately became calm. He looked at Zhang Hengyuan and said: "Isn't it just more than 170 murders? Whoever practices Taoism does not have dozens of lives? What's so strange about this!"

Zhang Hengyuan admitted the word "Xuanji" but had no intention of repentance. The fire of hatred that had gradually faded over time in his heart rose again.

He looked at the word Xuanji and said word by word: "You deserve to die!"

Xuan Jizi looked at Zhang Hengyuan with a pitiful look and said lightly: "Do I deserve to die? It's not that you have the final say. You can't kill me!"

As he said that, he saw two low-grade magic weapons suddenly flew out.

These two low-grade magic weapons are one of the silver shuttle whip, which is silver all over, and the other is a sharp hook that looks like a fist claw, which can break the body and grab the golden elixir.

The combination of silver shuttle and long hook not only makes it difficult to defend, but also makes it more imperceptible to use.

As soon as two low-grade magic weapons were shot out, silver lights were everywhere shot towards Zhang Hengyuan.

Zhang Hengyuan saw that the other party suddenly had two low-grade magic weapons, and his mind was shocked and he quickly sacrificed a large black umbrella to block it.

The dazzling silver light instantly swallowed the black umbrella, and two halos of black and white intertwined.

In a moment, two balls of light dissipated.

A small hole full of holes appeared on the big black umbrella.

Zhang Hengyuan took a big step back and looked at Xuan Jizi straight.

But his magic weapon was destroyed and his soul was backfired. If he continued to fight, he would be afraid that he would fall here today. But if he didn't kill this person, it would be hard to relieve the resentment he had accumulated in his heart for decades.

The two were quietly confronting each other.

I saw a trained sword light behind me, falling from the sky, as fast as lightning.

Xuan Jizi suddenly turned around and hurriedly sacrificed two magic weapons.

The Lilong Sword rushed into the air and slashed.

I saw stars everywhere.

The cold wave is surging.

Xuan Jizi felt dizzy in his mind. The opponent's sword intent quickly slashed his magic weapon, and fine cracks appeared on the long silver hook.

Xuan Jizi looked at Li Long and turned into a white light, sank into Zhang Hao's back, knowing that he was definitely not a match for this person, and he secretly thought about the countermeasures in his heart.

Just now, Zhang Hao in the sword formation faced eighty-one sword puppets and killed eighty-one sword puppets in an instant like a stunning demon. Such a fierce person must not snatch his sharp edge.

Thinking of this, he didn't even collect magic weapons. He threw a talisman in his hand and made a shocking and anxious call: "Senior, help me!"

He shouted, and then he controlled the ordinary thousand-patterned flying sword, which turned into white light and rushed towards Juyun Peak.

Zhang Hao frowned slightly, and saw Xuan Jizi rushing into the air, looking back at the two of them, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But when he rushed to twelve feet high, a swimming sword light suddenly appeared in the air.

Only a clear sound of overturning sound was heard.

Dozens of sword lights appeared around.

The sword lights intertwined, and they all strangled towards the word "Xuanji".

Xuan Jizi had no intention of being prepared at all and was strangled into hundreds of pieces in the blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!