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Jian Twelve narrowed his eyes, his whole body was full of devilish energy, and he said coldly: "I said before, I came here to save you, not to listen to some great principles, who among you is willing to follow me?"

Gong Yangjue came forward with a trembling body, suddenly knelt down in front of him, and said, "Sect Master, please seal the Wang Jian!"

Seeing this, everyone knelt down one after another, and shouted in unison, "Please seal Wang Jian, suzerain."

"Shut me all up!"

Jian Twelve gritted his teeth fiercely, as if his suppressed anger could no longer be suppressed, he suddenly raised Wang Jian, and a blood-red sword light roared towards Gong Yangjue.

Gong Yangjue's forehead was pressed against the sea of ​​blue light. He felt the coercion coming, and smelled a strong breath of death in his breath, but he was not moved at all, because he knew very well that Jian Twelve had already fallen. Mo Dao, if he can use his old life to save the suzerain's mind, then it is worth it.

Suddenly, a dark sword shadow floated in the void, and collided fiercely with the blood-colored sword light.

This is like hitting a stone with an egg, and the Nether Xuanyin sword displayed by Nangong Qiushui was immediately shattered, like paper, and the bursting sword light directly sent Gong Yangjue's thin and crooked body flying out.

puff!

The golden core in Nangong Qiushui's body shook, and a mouthful of fishy sweetness gushed out of his throat.

"Sword Master!"

All the elite disciples from the Zifu Sword House rushed up and lifted up Gong Yangjue who had fallen on the ground. He was covered with shocking scars, the bones could be seen deep, and black gas was flowing inside, which seemed to be eroding the blood. , but the whole person is already unconscious.

"Are you really crazy?!" Xiao Nan never thought that Jian Twelve would become so bloodthirsty.

Jian Twelve covered his head with his hands, seemed to be in pain, but laughed wildly again in an instant, moody, like crazy, said: "It doesn't matter, since you don't want to, I can also fight the world with my own strength , from now on, you can stay in this sword tower and cultivate with peace of mind, and when the sword sect flourishes, I will release you and share this thousand-year hegemony with me!"

After speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Don't go, I beg the suzerain to let Futu go!" Lin Wan'er was afraid that he would harm Yuan Futu, so she hurriedly chased him out.

However, at this time, a thick vermilion sword light flew across the sky, making rumbling noises, pulling cloud threads several miles long, and shooting them directly into the sword tower.

Jian Twelve stared forward, looked at the vermilion sword shadow, smelled a strong earth element essence in his breath, and felt that the strength contained in it had reached at least 20 jin, so he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Jian Twelve frowned not because he was concerned about this power, but because he was wondering why he recovered so quickly and was even stronger than before he absorbed it.

Boom!

While thinking about it, this sword shadow exploded in front of his eyes, and transformed into dozens of sword lights under the split attack, roaring in all directions.

Jian Twelve put down the king sword, raised his other hand, and squeezed out a sword art. Immediately, his whole body was full of light, and a golden wave swept across every inch of space, annihilating the powerful sword shadow, and it ceased to exist.

Taking advantage of this gap, a figure leaped into the air and came in front of everyone, but before he could speak, he was hugged tightly by Lin Wan'er.

He felt the warm tears dripping down on his hands, and the yearning that went deep into his bone marrow. He reached out and stroked her hair, and said, "Silly girl, I'm not back yet."

Lin Wan'er heard this familiar voice, but burst into tears uncontrollably, and buried her head deeply in Yuan Futu's chest.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Nan also sighed deeply, and said: "God, I'm sorry, you're really not dead, that's great, that's great."

Yuan Futu supported Wan'er's shoulder, and said to everyone: "The suzerain has been blinded by Wang Jian, everyone, follow me and leave here."

"Want to go?!"

Jian Twelve waved his sleeves to shake away the mysterious heavy sword, turned around and looked at Yuan Futu coldly, and said: "Sure enough, he is a person with great luck, and he can recover even like this. Stronger than I imagined."

Yuan Futu said in a deep voice: "Since Shen Wuyu is dead, why don't you let them go?"

"Only those who follow me can survive. Since they refuse to follow me, it is a great kindness to seal them in the sword tower." Jian Twelve took a few steps forward and said, "But you are the most important thing for me to achieve supremacy." Chess piece, even if I let anyone go, I can't let you go."

In an instant, Yuan Futu felt that the surrounding space was sealed off, as hard as iron. Under this level of coercion, he had no strength to resist at all.

"Giant Spirit God!"

Xiao Nan suddenly roared violently, unleashing his incomparably powerful true energy, forming an illusion of a god holding a giant hammer on top of his head.

This god is tens of feet high, covered in flames, and the giant hammer in his hand is as big as a thatched hut, with talismans circulating on it, containing the power of ten thousand catties.

Jian Twelve sneered and said: "It's been many years since I saw this statue of heaven and earth, but you have been immersed in casting spirit treasures all day long, but you have delayed your practice, so that after so long, you are still at the early stage of Tianmang's cultivation. "

Xiao Nan said in a deep voice: "I am not a fighter by nature, but now that the evil spirits are in front of me, I have to fight...Futu, get everyone out of here quickly."

"Xuanyin Sword God!"

Nangong Qiushui, who had not recovered from his injuries, also sacrificed his heaven and earth dharma. The two masters of the Tianmang realm faced the strong man of the Huatian realm. In terms of strength, they could actually confront each other for several rounds, but if Sword Twelve used his sword Wang Jian, I am afraid that the winner will be decided in an instant.

Yuan Futu knew that he couldn't be trusted, so he took Lin Wan'er's hand and called everyone to flee towards the exit.

Jian Twelve can ignore other people, but he absolutely can't allow Yuan Futu to escape, he turned sharply, and a golden light has come, turning into a cage and descending from the sky.

"One hammer decides everything!"

Xiao Nan displayed the magic of heaven and earth, and saw that the giant spirit god suddenly swung the giant hammer in his hand, and smashed it at the golden light. There was a loud bang, the golden cage collapsed, and an extremely profound phenomenon appeared on the giant hammer. golden crack.

Xiao Nan took two steps back, only feeling that his energy and blood were vain, and he was a little unsteady in standing.

Immediately afterwards, Nangong Qiushui's Dark Emperor's Doomsday Sword was ready to launch, trying to restrict Sword Twelve.