The red-haired ancestor was furious and cursed: "Bitch is looking for death!" If he didn't hold back, more than a hundred golden lights fell from the sky. The magic power in each golden knife was much greater than before.

Master Yuqing's expression changed and he was about to take action. He thought that Shen Yuanjing had arrived and must be safe, so he couldn't help but hold it back. Deng Bagu's face was solemn, and the snow-white flying sword evaporated the cold air and spread around him.

Yu Yingnan needs to be more bold. The four sword shadows did not fall but rose, fell into the golden sword formation, and collided back and forth. Although her realm magic power was much worse than her opponent, her sword skills were superb, and the flying sword was like a breeze. Bypassing each golden sword, it was as easy as bypassing a wooden stake, but it could not stop the enemy from hurting the enemy.

The red-haired ancestor stretched out his hand and the golden sword array changed and rotated together. An infinite golden wind was generated inside, and the sword energy seemed to disrupt the void. There were sharp Geng Xin power everywhere, and it was extremely hidden.

Even Yu Yingnan tried his best to mobilize the sword shadow, but he still could not maintain his calmness. In just a moment, the four sword shadows were shattered one after another and turned into a Taibai Xuanjin sword pill, rushing left and right, unable to come out.

Seeing that Shen Yuanjing seemed to have no intention of taking action, Deng Bagu quickly pushed the Snow Po Sword upwards, and the white mist rushed into the golden sword formation together, emitting endless coldness, with the artistic conception of freezing everything.

The red-haired ancestor was careless, and the golden sword was dyed with frost, and it was not smooth, revealing a trace of flaws. Yu Yingnan immediately seized the opportunity, and his mind moved the sword ball, and in an instant, it fell into his hand. Seeing that the golden sword formation was closed again, a trace of gratitude appeared on his face.

Shen Yuanjing still smiled and was very happy to see that his disciples were calm and escaped smoothly. After all, she had only been practicing Taoism for more than ten years, so how could she be compared with a master like Red-haired Ancestor, who was the best in the side.

The red-haired ancestor was furious and activated the golden sword formation to stir up the frost air, pressed down, expelling Deng Bagu's Xuepo Sword, and did not pursue him. He stretched out his hand and pointed the golden light shifted upwards, and came towards Shen Yuanjing.

He naturally no longer held back when dealing with an opponent of the same level, but when he saw the golden sword quickly, he reached the opponent's upper and lower directions in the blink of an eye, surrounding all the six-helds. The sword shone out golden light and turned into golden winds, which seemed ordinary, but since it could destroy Yu Yingnan's sword shadow, there were not many magic weapons in the world that could block its power.

Shen Yuanjing smiled and said, "The old ghost is anxious." There is no need for a protective treasure. Purple air radiates from all over his body, and it rushes outward. When the golden wind encounters purple light, it melts immediately.

Deng Bagu's magic power is high enough, and it is clearly seen that the purple qi has a sharp meaning. It is not just used as protective magic light, but also has the ability to hurt the enemy. It is a clever way to condense the sword's intent and turn into mist.

Although the Red-haired Master did not expect to subdue the other party in one move, he also tried his best to induce him. Seeing that his methods were easily broken, he felt a stern in his heart and said in his heart:

"I heard for a long time that this person has a high-level sword skills and even wants to use his own sword skills to be the ancestor. When I see him today, he is well-known. As far as I know, few people can use this trick."

He rushes his magic power into the sword formation, and the sword light is radiating, shining this night sky even more than the daytime. The golden wind is raging, especially the previous three points, like a moth throwing into fire, and the purple sword light that hit Shen Yuanjing's heading down.

"I want to see how strong your magic power is, how long can it withstand the collision of my sword formation?" The red-haired ancestor sneered. He knew that he was far from being an enemy opponent in his sword technique, but if he wanted to fight for magic power, how could he be afraid?

If the knife array is not broken, the golden light will continue to be in power, falling from all directions to the purple light, and they will be wiped out by each other, like huge waves hitting the embankment. It is hard to tell whether the big waves recede or the embankment collapses.

Master Yuqing was one of the few people on the field who could penetrate the formation and see the situation of the battle inside. Seeing the fierce fighting of the sword wind and sword energy becoming more and more intense, the void collapsed, he couldn't help but be frightened. If it weren't for the formation being isolated, he would have died just by asking people to come next to each other.

She was worried that once the two of them had all their strength, they might hurt a few juniors who were still watching the fun, so she hurriedly asked everyone to retreat. She wanted to ask these two to stop, but she knew that they could not intervene. In addition to the two who fought today, there were no masters of the same generation on the field, and they could not stop them.

After a stalemate for a stick of incense, Shen Yuanjing sighed and said, "I thought your name was always a bit of tricks, but I was just fighting magic power, which was meaningless. Besides, my apprentice broke more than ten golden swords in your sword formation, which were full of flaws. It was good to use them as a test. Why not keep changing and use them to show off?"

The red-haired ancestor snorted coldly and said, "You are now locked in a cage, and you still dare to speak out loud. If you really have the ability, stand up and talk to me."

"Then you have to see clearly." As soon as he finished speaking, the purple light around Shen Yuanjing was turbulent, and strands of purple silk threads were poked out from it, and they actively transformed into the sword formation, saying, "If your magic power was not far higher than my disciple, even she would not be trapped with your broken formation."

The Red-haired Ancestor knew that he could not let the purple aura spread, but no matter how he activated the sword formation, he could not stop it. He watched the purple thread wrap around each golden sword, and then the sword formation ran slowly and slowly. In the end, the golden sword could not even emit a little golden wind.

Yu Yingnan said excitedly: "Sister Deng, look, this is a master sword technique that can practice swords into silk, mixed with the master's supernatural powers, and can break all the methods." After that, he said, "I don't know when I will be able to practice to such a master."

Deng Bagu smiled and said, "With your talent, as long as you are willing to work hard, you won't take much time. Even then your magic power will be a thousand miles a day and can leave me behind."

The Red-haired Ancestor said angrily: "If it weren't for being too careless at the beginning and asking the girl to break my twelve golden swords, how could you be so presumptuous?" But wouldn't such words be laughed at? He couldn't even deal with a little girl.

Shen Yuanjing reached out and took back all the purple threads. The golden sword shone brightly again. The red-haired ancestor had no face to activate the knife formation. He only had a calm face and took back the golden sword in his bag.

"I underestimated you, but next, you won't have such good luck." The red-haired ancestor took out a long sword, which was three feet six in length, with complex patterns on it and dark red in color, which made people dizzy.

He activates a little, and the patterns on the blade become bright, and bloody light is shrouded in black mist, and a fierce aura is everywhere. Hong Changbao, the disciple who followed him, quickly turned his head and did not dare to look again.

This Heavenly Demon Blood-turning Divine Sword is the most powerful magic weapon in the hands of the Red-haired Ancestor. It was made of a piece of dark iron he dug out of the ancient battlefield. It gathered the most powerful poisonous insect toxicity in the world, and led the Yellow Spring Blood Demon and the Yin Demon beyond the Nine Heavens to land in it, and then refined it.

Below were many disciples of good and evil who had shallow Taoism. They didn't recognize the power and still cast their eyes on the magic sword. Waiting for the blood to come into their eyes, their eyes suddenly turned red, and their mouths were roaring like beasts, attacking their companions around them.

For a moment, both sides screamed and scolded. Master Yuqing thought it was not good, so he shot out a Buddha light and covered the evil people. He shouted softly: "Fellow Taoists, be careful, these evil people have fallen into their hearts. Come and control them, and then remove the poison later."

The weakest ones quickly jumped away. The ones with a slightly stronger ones immediately stepped forward to help and instantly controlled the situation. Only the people were injured and did not die.

The opposite side is not so lucky. People in the evil way are selfish. When things come, they will be concerned about others and avoid them long ago. There is also the bad-hearted one who reaches out to face the attack and pulls his companions to block them.

Seeing this, everyone didn't know how powerful the magic sword was. They turned their heads one after another and didn't dare to look again. Suddenly, the disciple of Monk Zhitong's Dali Vajra Iron Palm Huiming's face turned dark and was completely out of control. He walked forward two steps and fell to the ground and died.

Everyone did not dare to go forward to check. After waiting for a while, black mist suddenly appeared on his body, and then his whole body seemed to fall into the swamp mud, and quickly disappeared from bottom to top. It seemed that it was the body dissolved.

Master Yuqing's face changed drastically. He hurriedly took out a few pills and sent them into the mouths of several people who were possessed by evil spirits for a while. Lin Yuan, Qian Xiao and others opposite him immediately released a flying sword and killed all the people who entered the evil spirits.

This was just the urging of the magic sword energy. Without taking action, it could have such power. Even Yu Yingnan and Deng Bagu couldn't help but worry. The Red-haired Ancestor was very satisfied and said, "I told you to know the power of my Heavenly Demon-turning Blood-Divine Sword."

As soon as it was released, a ray of red and cold light flew forward and fell to the enemy. If it was cut off, from the body to the soul, it would be injured. There was also a demon attached to it, invading the soul, silently, and if you were not careful, you would be on the way.

Shen Yuanjing gently activated the sword ball, and a purple qi turned into a rainbow, intercepting it in front of the magic knife, but the red light of the sword flashed, and the purple qi was completely annihilated. He emitted three sword lights in a row, but he was still slashed by the magic knife, and he could not block it for a moment.

The red-haired ancestor was proud and laughed: "How? Now I know that the ancestor is powerful. If you are convinced and cut off the arm of the woman who provoked my disciple that day, today's affairs will be wiped out."

Shen Yuanjing snorted coldly and said, "It's too early to be happy." A sword-induced pill turned into a flying sword, and the purple light was great. He rushed into the black mist raised by the magic sword. "Dangdang" fought hard for more than a dozen consecutive moves.

Because of his skillful sword skills, he was better than the other party. The Red-haired Ancestor was a little disbelief and shouted: "What is the origin of your flying sword? Can you actually block my magic sword?"

He quickly activated the magic sword, and the blood was bright, turning into blood flames, and bursts of black fog rose, like the Nine Nether Yin Realm, with a gust of Yin wind, wrapping the purple flying sword, and another demon emerged, and fell to the other party's body along the magic power that controlled the flying sword.

However, Shen Yuanjing's sword pill is made of dragon balls and dragon souls, and the quality is extremely high. After he has been refining it with secret techniques for many years, he has long been afraid of any filth. He lets the black fog tumbling, the blood and fire burn, and the purple light together, and the sword intent is completely gone.

The devil born by the demon sword entered Shen Yuanjing's body. Before he could move, he encountered the automatic activation of the sword energy of the body protection. He only stirred forward and the devil disappeared immediately.
Chapter completed!