This Swordsman is Too Steady

Jian Huang's reaction was quick, and the speed was also very fast.

When the surrounding demon cultivators were swept away by Ning Fengchen's last sword, the encircling circle was temporarily vacant, and these demon cultivators were still immersed in the shock of Dongqi Demon Venerable's body, Jian Huang had already shot.

As soon as he shook his body, the figure disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, when Jian Huang appeared again, he was already by Ning Fengchen's side.

He stretched out his hand and flicked it lightly.

With a swish, a touch of vigor popped out, prompting a sword sound.

First, a touch of blue passed by and crashed into the sword box held by Jian Huang behind him.

It was a pot of Ning Fengchen's wine, breaking free from Dongqi Demon Venerable's forehead.

Then, an invisible force hit the red sandalwood sword box on Ning Fengchen's back.

After that, the red sandalwood sword box began to tremble greatly.

The next moment, the sword box opened wide.

There are more than four hundred swords of different lengths and shapes, flying out of thin air.

They turned into more than four hundred sword lights of different colors, one sword after another, leaving the red sandalwood sword box behind Ning Fengchen, and then hitting the sword box held by Jian Huang one by one.

There were nearly five hundred swords in the red sandalwood sword box held by Jian Huang.

In addition, these four hundred handles are now the natal sword that all the Jianzong Jianxiu who stayed in Niujiaocheng this time have repaired.

He will take these swords back to the Eastern Region.

However, Jian Huang did find a good opportunity to receive all the swords in the sword box before everyone else responded.

But this is far from enough.

He also needs to break out from this battlefield full of enemies.

Even if Dongqi Demon Lord's body fell into disarray, it would be completely wishful thinking to feel that in a war of this magnitude, beheading the leader would cause one faction to collapse directly.

Sweeping his eyes away, the mighty black magic wave was just this moment's effort, and it had already swarmed over again.

In just a moment, the weak sword yellow was completely covered by the demons.

It was black, a piece of black, even the sword light could not be seen, let alone a small human race.

It was as if a blood basin swallowed him in one mouthful.

However, after a short while, there is light blooming from that magic wave.

The sacred golden sword light burst open suddenly, it was like tens of thousands of golden swords pierced through the mouth of the blood basin, the demonic tide was dispelled, and it was beaten to clarification.

The sword light pierced the sky thoroughly and magnificently, forming a shock wave that shook the magic repairs rushing forward, and even shook many magic repairs directly into a cloud of blood.

A brief clearance.

Afterwards, a ray of light drove straight in, and went the other way, moving on to the depths of the tide of magic.

Because there is no refund.

The sudden eruption of Jian Huang split the formation of the demon army briefly.

Soon, the magic wave that could not see the end once again completed the encirclement and formed a barrier.

Jian Huang sighed long.

It is not easy for him to achieve this step.

If he weren't for the top sword repair team of the Sword Sect excluding the seven peak masters, he might have been killed in the Falling Demon Tide a long time ago.

But it is because he has a deep cultivation base, excellent methods, and good at killing, but all of these advantages, in the face of the demons' number advantages, are all bubble phantoms.

But now that he has run out of oil, and the situation is in danger, even if the will is as tough as him, he has to sigh in his heart that there will be no time for manpower.

At this time, the last person in the sword repairman who stayed behind in Niujiaocheng, looked at the demon tide, his face was withered, but his expression was calm and serene.

"I can't take you home." He said.

However, the moment his last thought flashed by, the sudden change occurred.

Zheng!

Jian Huang suddenly heard the sound of a sword singing.

In the noisy battlefield, such a sound of swords singing can easily be ignored.

But for Jian Huang, a sword repairman who has accomplished something in kendo, his perception of Jianming is extremely keen.

Jianming?

On the battlefield here, he is the only one left in the seven hundred sword repairmen. At this moment, he has no swords. Where is the sword sound?

Subconsciously, Jian Huang began to wonder if he was hearing hallucinations.

Immediately, he knew that it was not his own auditory hallucinations.

Because Jianhuang heard the screams and angry shouts from the front.

Suddenly he raised his eyes, and saw that the frontier said that it was not far away, and that the most marginal area of ​​the demon army nearby, there was a flash of red sword light, like a heart-piercing arrow, and a famous demon repairer fell downside down. Down

Then Jianhuang saw the young man.

He was so handsome that it was almost impossible to see the second young sword repairer in the world.

Immediately, Jian Huang's face appeared unstoppable astonishment. Even in this dangerous situation, he couldn't help but blurt out and shouted, "Shaozong?"

The person who appeared was Lu Qingshan.

Jian Huang didn't expect that he would see the Shao Zong of this sect here.

Immediately afterwards, Jianhuang saw Lu Qingshan speak to him with his mouth open.

Across such a long distance and so many magic repairs, he couldn't hear what Lu Qingshan was saying.

But at that moment, Jianhuang understood what Lu Qingshan meant.

"Hand over the sword."

In addition to the high-level demon of Dongqi, there are hundreds of ninth-grade demon repairs on the battlefield here, and many of them are low-level demon.

This is not something that Lu Qingshan has the means to turn the tide on the battlefield, even Ning Fengchen can't do. No matter how talented Lu Qingshan is, he can't do better than Ning Fengchen.

At least for now.

It is impossible for him to break through the encirclement from the Wanjun, which has gathered countless powerful demons, and then save Jianhuang and leave.

The only thing he could try to do was to have Jianhuang hand out the Sword Swordsman's natal sword, and then he would take it back to the Eastern Region.

In fact, on the battlefield where so many powerful demons gathered, Lu Qingshan took the initiative to show his figure, which was almost equivalent to seeking his own way of death.

But Lu Qingshan still showed up.

And what he asked for was very simple.

Exactly what Jianhuang thought.

Since people can't take it back, swords, should they always be taken back?

He appeared at the risk of falling, just to take these swords from Jian Huang's hands.

This seems definitely a very irrational choice.

But Jian Xiu has never been a so-called rational monk

As for Jianhuang, it was very difficult for him to break through the heavy encirclement from the position of the middle army of the demon army.

But if he just asked him to send out the sword, although it was not easy, it was not impossible.

Because, for the sword repairman, the sword is not a simple item, but a life thing, a weapon of attack.

Sword Huang handed over his swords, he didn't need to guard them carefully, he could use the most arrogant and violent posture to make these swords shoot out in a flying sword posture.

The most important thing is that it is impossible for the demon army to let go of the sword yellow, but for some sword weapons, there is no idea that it is inevitable.

They can stop Jian Huang, even without life.

But let them pay their lives for stopping Feijian?

They wouldn't be so stupid.

After all, to Jianhuang and Lu Qingshan, these swords are the comrades of Jianzong, and they hold the souls of Jianzong disciples.

For the magic repair, it's just a cold weapon.

Jian Huang was startled first, then the depression in his heart suddenly relieved.

He smiled boldly, and the previous haze disappeared in his laughter.

He took off the red sandalwood sword box he was carrying on his back~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The sword box trembled like a dragon, humming, not harsh, but breathtaking.

After a moment, Jian Huang patted the sword box lightly.

The sword box opened wide.

"Shaozong, please take the sword!"

Jian Huang shouted loudly, like a Hong Zhong.

Afterwards, more than 900 long swords in the sword box came out of the box and flew towards Lu Qingshan.

Jian Huang's natal sword was also unsheathed, mixed in the sword of this wavelength, and flew toward Lu Qingshan in a mighty manner.

In an instant.

The sky is full of sword light.

This flying sword.

Wherever he goes, the demonic cultivator retreats, and there is no one who dares to stop.