Heavenly God Mnemonic

Chapter 3449: Weird sword spirit

More than a dozen people were knocked into the air, vomiting blood one by one, the disguise on their bodies began to shatter, and their faces were full of horror.

Eight people like Yang Qingxuan joined forces for the best defense, and they still stayed where they were, but all of them were excited and felt unsustainable.

Yang Qingxuan said in surprise: "This, this..."

After the sword energy fell, it didn't cut the matter, but the terrifying sword power did not dissipate, forming a huge storm directly in the valley, spinning continuously, cutting everything within it.

Those Wu Xiu who were beheaded were even more frightened, and hurriedly displayed the magical powers at the bottom of the box, desperately resisting the storm.

Zhao Yi said in horror, "I won't cut it until we die, right?"

Everyone has a heart sinking continuously, and it is not difficult to withstand a blow, but the sword energy is indelible for a long time, and it has been cutting! cut! cut!

Yang Qingxuan hurriedly said: "Find a way to rush out of the valley!"

At this time, everyone felt that the valley had undergone tremendous changes, as if plunged into an endless abyss.

Just as Yang Qingxuan had guessed, this valley was a huge scabbard and could not get out.

Suddenly a large amount of blood exploded from one person, and with a roar, he forcibly moved away.

A flash of "Shu" appeared outside the storm.

That person was Zhu Shiqi, laughing in ecstasy, but in an instant, the smile on his face completely condensed.

A sword of frost pierced out of his chest.

Starting from Jiankou, a faint frost fell on Zhu Shiqi's body, slowly freezing and cooling his body.

He turned his head back hard and saw a white shadow behind him, his teeth trembled and said: "Sword...sword...soul..."

Behind Zhu Shiqi there was a snow-white man standing behind him, not like a real person, as if by moonlight.

The man had no expression on his face, and with a flick of his sword, he chopped Zhu Shiqi in half, then stood up with his sword, quietly watching everyone in the sword qi storm.

"Sword Spirit!" Everyone's hearts were violently shaken, and a worse premonition was used in their hearts.

The figure is like moonlight and frost, just like the sky full of sword aura, spotless, absolutely born.

Zhao Da yelled: "Kill this sword spirit, we can go out!"

Everyone looked dark.

Do you still need to say that? The key is how to kill, who is going to kill, are you going?

As soon as Zhao's words fell, the sword spirit suddenly disappeared in place, his face changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "No!"

Sure enough, within the storm of swords, the sword spirit appeared, and was completely unhindered, and could shuttle at will, as if they were originally one.

Zhao Yi was horrified, his eyes staring: "Don't come! Don't come!"

The sword spirit drew out the sword, walked towards Zhao Yi step by step, and chopped it down gently.

Zhao Yi's body was soaked in cold sweat, and he shouted violently, "Let's do it together!"

He knew that using his own strength to counter the storm would be so-so, and adding a sword spirit would simply not be able to stop it.

In desperation, I can only hope that everyone will help each other in the same boat.

He retracted most of his defensive strength, and at the same time retracted his right hand, under the pinch, a slashing blow was formed.

"boom!"

The two forces collided, Zhao Yi obviously fell into the wind, and the sword qi rushed forward, and Zhao Yi's whole body was frozen and back again.

Yang Qingxuan shouted: "Shoot!"

No matter what other people think of him, but just thinking about it for themselves, you can't just ignore it at this time.

All people are a community of shared destiny, one loses and the other loses.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and a piece of the Pure Land of Bliss whirled in his palm, turning into a huge earth storm, moving towards the sword spirit.

The speed is not fast, after all, it is suppressed by the sword qi storm.

But Yang Qingxuan's purpose was not to kill the sword spirit. It was obviously impossible to rely on him. He just wanted to counter the storm of swords and relieve at least one or two.

At this time, other people also seized the opportunity and shot one after another.

All kinds of magnificent **** channel methods were presented one by one. The sword spirit wanted to force Zhao Yi to be killed. His gaze shifted, knowing that he was defeated by everyone, and disappeared in the sword qi storm in a flash.

Yang Qingxuan shouted: "Tear the storm!"

He turned into a giant of the earth, desperately hitting his punches, carrying a large amount of clay with each punch, which increased the weight of the space ten thousand times.

The storm finally "boomed" and slowed down, beginning to crumble little by little, messy.

More than a dozen people were overjoyed, and they didn't care about making any more moves. One by one they flew out and landed in a safe area.

The slowest among them was Zhao Yi. After he was killed by the sword spirit, it became extremely difficult to resist the storm, and his body was constantly cut out of sword marks.

Seeing everyone rushing out, in a hurry, they rushed out desperately.

But suddenly the white light flashed, the sword spirit appeared in front of him again, stretched out his hand to grab, the broken sword energy storm condensed again, and all of them were cut off at Zhao Yi.

"No! Save me! Save me!"

Zhao Yi yelled in horror.

But in the next instant, it was swallowed by the sword qi storm, and directly chopped into countless pieces of meat, floating in the sky.

Everyone changed their expressions, staring at the sword spirit in anger.

The sword spirit was still expressionless, as if it was normal to kill a person, with a pair of moon-like eyes, quietly looking at everyone.

And the storm slowly stopped, and it was actually composed of hundreds of millions of small sword auras.

These sword auras are not scattered, they are gathered around the sword spirit, like a treasure house of ten thousand swords, which can burst out at any time.

The two sides faced off for a while.

Suddenly Sun San stepped forward and clasped his fist: "Master Sword Spirit, we are bewitched by the shameless person. This is how the ghost strayed into the valley and disturbed the adults. Now the shameless person has been put to death, and the adults have just been killed That person. Even if the culprit is dead, and the misunderstanding is resolved, we won’t be able to stay for a long time, so we bid farewell."

Everyone was full of black lines, secretly scolding him as shameless, but at this moment, no one was silent.

Jian Ling looked at Sun San, suddenly stretched out his hand, hooked his fingers, and motioned for him to come forward.

Sun San's face turned pale, he looked left and right, thought for a moment, clasped his fists and said, "If you have anything to say, you can just say that."

Jian Ling's eyes fell cold, and he pointed to a position in front of him and asked him to stand over.

Sun San took a deep breath, secretly regretting how he stood up, and now everyone was staring at him and motioned for him to go up.

After a period of extreme entanglement, Sun San weighed that position, if something happened, he should run away with all his strength. Only then did he pluck up the courage, walked over, and stood at the place designated by the sword spirit.

Only then did Jian Ling show satisfaction, but his smile suddenly condensed, and his expressionless face showed great horror. He panicked and looked at Sun San in fear.

Sun San shook all over, turned his head hurriedly, and there was nothing behind him.

Suddenly his heart sank suddenly, and he secretly said: "No! Is it a trick?"

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