Chapter 56 Battle at Night

The dark shadow in front of him flew away like a meteor, followed by the sword clan, and the snow under his feet was unmarked, and it had reached the highest level. The sword clan sadly found that they could only barely keep up with each other. The two flew about two miles. Just as the swords thought how far the other had to fly, the shadow in front of them suddenly accelerated and shot out on a slope on the top of the mountain.

The sword clan knew that it was not good. It must have been found. It was too late to think about how it was found. The sword clan jumped directly into the grass layer, and the body in the white robe pressed the whole grass layer. At this time, the swords dare not dare to come out. Since the other party can still accelerate at that speed, this means that the person in front of them is two levels more powerful than their own skills, at least at the peak of the nine levels of the realm of the sky.

"Sasha." The voice came as if someone was stepping on the grass. The swordsman's heart beat sharply. At this time, his heart could no longer calm down. At the peak of the ninth level of Shuntianjing, this level of master really could not cope with it. Just when the swordsman's heart was beating hard, there was suddenly no sound in front of him.

The swordsmen pounced in the grass are already full of vegetation in their hearts. It is obviously impossible to calm down. After all, they are not gods. At the peak of the nine levels of Shuntian Realm, they can only run away.

"Come out, I know you're here." A low shout came from the front, and the swordsman was panicked and ready to stand up. At this moment, "Shasha." The voice came from a full eight-arm distance from him. There are people over there, and the head of the sword clan dares not twist. The voice is small and the fate is serious. Speaking of which, this is the first time that I have never followed people above the eighth floor of Shuntianjing.

"Is there really a secret road down the mountain on Diefeng Mountain?" A rough voice came into the ears of the swordsman. The swordsman was even more frightened and cast sword flat clothes. Yes, the sound was indeed the owner of the sword caster villa. For a few hours, the swordsman really didn't expect him to appear here.

"Have you done what you want to do?" There was a hoarse voice in front of the swordsman. Listening to this hoarse voice, the sword clan really couldn't guess who the other party was for a moment. Just in doubt, the sword clan heard Zhu Jian Pingyi and say, "Answer me first, where is the secret road on Diefeng Mountain?"

A ferocious smile came in front of the sword clan: "Diefeng Mountain has no secret road at all."

"How can it be that all factions in the Chinese world will reserve a way to escape? Who do you want to deceive?"

"Let me ask you one more thing, is it done?" As soon as the sound fell, the swordsman heard some small voices. The swordsman listened at ease, which was actually the prelude to the singing magic of the Yi people. The word flashed in the minds of the Yi clan and the sword clan, and his heart suddenly felt cramps. The damn uncle really traded with the Yi clan.

"Don't sing magic, or I will definitely annihilate you." After casting the sword and flat clothes, the swordsman only heard the sound of drawing the sword. The sword clan's heart tightened, and at this moment, a ferocious smile flew in front of the sword clan: "If we take out the fragments in your body, do you think you will die?"

Fragments, fragments of the mysterious soul chasing jade, how can the swordsman's heart describe it with the word shock at this time? Unexpectedly, the cast sword flat clothes really have something to do with the Xuanhun chasing jade fragments. There was a burst of sadness in the heart of the sword clan. After all, the brother-in-law of the sword casting flat clothes is the mother-in-law. At that time, if he really wants to face the sword-casting flat clothes, how can he do it?

The swordsman was shocked and inevitably collided with the grass on the ground, making a soft rustling sound.

"Who." A fierce shout came from twenty arms in front of the sword clan, and a bad feeling arose in the heart of the sword clan. After that, it was found. The next second, the swordsman immediately thought about the way to retreat. At this moment, the two white shadows fell on the grass like a breeze. At this time, the sword clan did not dare to look up or disperse their perception.

Standing here seems to be basically the peak of the nine-level realm of Shuntian. One of the masters at this level is destined to run away. With so many more, he is not dead. After all, I am just the beginning of the eighth floor of Shuntian Realm. What's wrong with grandma today? The ninth floor of Shuntianjing is like a market.

Sha heard another ups and downs. Bai Ying passed the head of the sword clan and fell in front of the sword clan. A thousand-mile sound came from the head of the sword clan and entered the ears of the sword clan: "Kid, once the fight starts, you can leave quickly. If you have time to say hello to the sword style for me, just say thank you for your kindness of missionary."

Listening to this thousand-mile transmission, the swordsman was surprised. It turned out to be the swordsman. When these two people came, it was easy to say anything.

"It turned out to be the swordsman. I don't know what's wrong with you two coming here."

"Who is your first?" Only a cold light was heard passing over the head of the swordsman, and a delicate shout came out. This sound was not who Muyan's Farewell Ji would be.

"There is no comment." A different and distorted sound came from the front.

"Then why did you stand with a scum like casting swords and plain clothes?" Longyang shouted violently.

"Because I'm also a scum." A wild smile roared into the sky, and only heard a trace of air fluctuations in front of him, followed by the awkward and unpleasant madness: "A few people here in cast swords and flat clothes are handed over to you."

"Don't worry, it's perfect to collect the body." There was a sadistic smile on the corners of the mouth of the cast sword flat clothes: "The sword master, next year's today,,,,,,,,,,,

"It's your death." Longyang Canjun shouted softly, and his whole body flew out. A *, the blade flowing cold light directly hit the cast sword flat clothes. At the same time, Muyan Farewell Ji jumped directly to the ground and slapped her right hand at the moment to the end. Unfortunately, it hit the swordsman's face, and a bright red palm print appeared on the swordsman's face.

Suffering such sins for no reason is a fucking tragedy, and the swordsman is extremely depressed. However, at this time, the swordsman could not think about anything. They only saw Muyan's farewell girl flying across the grass, holding a long sword in her right hand, and the silver shining tip of the sword stabbed the flat clothes of the sword accurately and fiercely.

The two martial arts masters started to kill the cast sword flat clothes at the same time, which really gave them enough face. Of course, the strength shown by the heroes at the sword flat clothes at the meeting also made the swordsman have the two qualifications to face up. The moment the two white shadows above his head flew out, the swords also stood up and turned his head to look. At this time, the sword saint had already met with the cast sword flat clothes.

The three weapons wiped out countless sparks in the dark night sky. Between the blades, the three have made ten moves, but the swords are not ready to stay at all. Who is the faraway Yi people? If they are really the Yi people, do they need to use such a low and awkward voice?

Huayi is originally a feud. In this era, it is normal for the warrior magicians of the two ethnic groups to fight a few times a year. Since they are the Yi people, there is no need to hide the possibility at all. The swordsman thought of these feet and flew out of the ground, and their ten arms floated far away in one breath.

"If you chase, you will die." In Longyang Canjun's hand*, he hurriedly split the three-knife frame to open the long sword of the sword and flat clothes, and turned around and told the swordsman.

The swordsman stopped, immediately turned around and rushed directly to the regiment. Smart people don't need to say anything. Since Daojun thinks that he will die if he catch up, it means that there is only one possibility, the immortal strong man on the ten levels of Shuntian realm. I met with no power to fight back. The sword clan rushed to the regiment without hesitation, pointing together, and a cold air came out of their fingers.

"Nephew?" Casting a sword in flat clothes swings the weapon of the sword king's sword saint, and his face is dead.

"Uncle, tell me what happened? You were fine dozens of days ago.

"Wanrong is by your side." The casting sword and flat clothes raised and fell, and a few more moves were split. The mouth is full of affirmation.

The sword clan nodded and thought about the current ability of casting swords and flat clothes. It is impossible not to know that the casting sword Wanrong is here. As long as the sword flat clothes are cast to disperse the true spirit, as long as the sword is within a radius, the power of casting the sword can not be hidden at all.

Longyang Canjun looked at the 72-way chain finger of the sword clan and pointed out. Unfortunately, he shot at the side of the sword cast flat clothes. How could Longyang Canjun not know the thoughts of the sword clan? Longyang Canjun said generously, "Gentle, just stand aside and rest and watch us fight."

The swordsman nodded gratefully. Even if the two swordsmen could not defeat the cast swords, there was absolutely no problem in escaping.

Countless true qi shot from the blades from the nine-level masters of Shuntian Realm, which also opened the eyes of the sword clan. The cooperation between the two is very important. Look at the swordsman in front of you and know that no matter which direction Longyang Canjun's hand * comes from and where he wants to go, Muyan's sword will always come from another angle. Hair, maybe that one looks ordinary, but it always fills the gap of Longyang Canjun.

Seeing this, the sword clan has no need to worry at all. The attack and defense network formed by the sword saint is really extraordinary, because after one or two hundred moves, there is only the power left to fight.

It seemed that something was wrong with the flat clothes of the cast sword. He simply jumped open the blade of the sword and shouted briefly: "Sword Shield." As soon as the words fell, the sky curtain formed by a transparent true qi appeared in front of the cast sword flat clothes.

Longyang Canjun and Muyan Farewell Ji immediately retreated. The two stood shoulder to shoulder. The two looked at each other, nodded, and released a touch of firmness from their eyes. The next time, they swept up the sky at the same time. The swords in the hands of the two sword master flipped in the air, and the sword clan looked up at the two people in the air. Dancing in the air, no, it's simply a dance, one is rough, the other is soft, and the swordsman seems to be immersed in it.

Of course, the cast sword flat clothes here are not idle. The long sword waved, and the sky is constantly added to the front, and the sword shield is getting thicker and thicker. Looking at the thickness, one finger is already long.

"Unparalleled Sword." Longyang Canjun and Muyan Farewell Ji can't sit and wait for the cast sword flat clothes to continue to increase defense. With a soft shout, * and the long sword overlapped together. For a moment, countless sword lights rushed to the cast sword flat clothes below like a cobweb.

The continuous sword spirit is like a rain of arrows all over the sky.