Soul Devouring Sword Master

Bang! Bang...

I do not know how long it has been.

Click!

Suddenly, there was a shattering sound, and a crack finally appeared on the light screen.

Yang Jianzu's pupils shrank, and he quickly controlled the energy beads to repair them.

"attack!"

Xue Gang and others, on the other hand, spotted the flaw and attacked wildly, using a large amount of energy to focus on the location of the crack.

Bang! Bang...

Under the continuous fierce attacks of the three Holy Spirit realms, even if Yang Jianzu tried his best, he still could not save the defeat. Soon, the cracks became wider and wider.

From one crack, it quickly spread to several, dozens, more and more, and bigger and bigger.

at last--

boom!

There was an explosion, and the light curtain exploded, leaving a huge hole. Then, with the gap as the center, cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, covering most of the light curtain.

"Break it for me!"

Xue Gang roared with great momentum, and the three of them took action at the same time.

Bang! !

With a roar, like an avalanche, large swaths of the light curtain shattered, energy splashed everywhere, and finally, the sect-protecting formation collapsed completely.

"kill!"

Xue Gang shouted coldly, and with murderous intent, he rushed out first.

"Kill, capture Jian Zong, don't leave anyone behind!"

Lu Ming roared and led everyone to kill Jian Zong.

"Fight them!"

"Swear to defend the Sword Sect to the death!"

"Kill one to get enough money, kill two to earn one!"

Jian Feiliu and others' eyes turned red, and they faced the burden with determination to die.

"Old guy, take my sword!"

Xue Gang shouted low, his breath surged wildly, his artistic conception burst out, and he suddenly slashed out with his sword.

laugh! !

There was a sound of tearing in the air, and a dazzling golden sword light shot out of the air and slashed towards Yang Sword Ancestor.

"Yang Zhan!"

Yang Jianzu's expression condensed, his aura exploded, and surging flames rose up all over his body. The scorching void twisted and deformed. Behind him, he could vaguely see the afterimage of a scorching sun.

This is exactly the artistic conception of Yang Jianzu, the blazing sun artistic conception, which can be regarded as an advancement of the fire artistic conception.

Then he slashed out with his sword, and a blazing sword light flew out.

Bang! !

In the blink of an eye, two sword lights met, and with a startling roar, a beam of energy shot up, stirring the wind and clouds. The two auras collided and clashed wildly. The golden and red lights squeezed and consumed each other.

Bang!

There was an explosion, setting off a surging wave of energy that rolled out and shook the void.

bump! bump...

A figure stepped on the void and retreated backwards. It was none other than Yang Jianzu.

On the other side, Xue Gang just took a few steps back, then stamped his feet, his momentum was startling, and he stormed out again.

Bang! !

With a startling roar, Yang Sword Ancestor retreated again, and Xue Gang took advantage of the situation to pursue him and launched a fierce attack. For a time, Yang Sword Ancestor was defeated one after another and was unable to parry.

"Jian Feiliu, today is the day you die! Die!"

On the other side, Lu Ming smiled ferociously, stepped on the void, held a golden spear in his hand, and suddenly shot out, sweeping across thousands of troops. A golden spear light hundreds of meters long swept out, causing a thunderous sonic boom. .

"Split!"

Jian Feiliu's expression was solemn, he exploded with all his strength, his sword intent soared into the sky, and he tried his best to strike out with his sword.

Suddenly, a shocking sword energy slashed through the air and directly collided with the spear light.

Bang! !

There was a roar, and the space trembled violently. The next moment, the sword energy shattered, the energy shot out wildly, and the remaining gun light swept across Jian Feiliu's body.

puff!

Spurting out a large mouthful of blood, Jian Fei Liu's body was shaken and he retreated wildly, his face pale.

Originally, Jian Feiliu and Lu Ming were both at the half-step Holy Spirit realm, basically a 50-50 split. But now, Jian Feiliu is seriously injured and cannot even exert half of his combat power. He is not Lu Ming's at all. opponent.

At the same time, fighting was also raging elsewhere.

However, overall, the Sword Sect was completely at a disadvantage, and people kept dying. Whether it was the number of people or the strength, the Huangji Palace was superior to the Sword Sect, not to mention the Thunder Prison Sect to help.

Long Yunfei held the sword in his hand, his aura was fierce, he raised and lowered the sword, and struck fiercely. Wherever he passed, disciples of the Sword Sect were constantly killed. With one strike of the sword, dozens of lives were harvested.

As for Cang Xuan, in order to please Huangji Palace and show his loyalty, he also worked hard to deal with his former friends from the same sect without mercy. Not long after, twenty or thirty disciples of the Sword Sect died under his hands. Among them, there were also Including an elder who had worked with him.

"Jian Feiliu, take your head, Jian Zong, it's almost time to perish!"

Lu Mingsen smiled coldly, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes. He stepped on his foot and turned into a bright spear light, which shot out and pointed directly at the sword flying flow.

"Protect the sect leader!"

At this time, some elders who were fighting fiercely saw this and hurriedly flew over to block Lu Ming's route.

"Get away!"

Lu Ming shouted coldly and thrust out a spear. An elder of the Sword Sect tried his best to thrust out a sword.