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As if he could see what Yu Aoqing thought, Long Zishan directly said: "This sword Wushuang can kill Brother Pang Tao directly, and even such a genius disciple who slaughters the ancestors so unscrupulously. Its strength is above me. It ’s not just you and I who are joining forces now, but a few of you are also shooting together. "

In the final words, Long Zishan said to the first-class gods of Da Beizong.

Now the first-class gods gathered by the Great Tragedy Sect here, aside from Long Zishan and Yu Aoqing, there are still four.

After hearing the words of Long Zishan, the four first-class gods all nodded together.

Yu Aoqing's gaze fixed her head and nodded.

"Let's go!"

With Long Zishan whispering, the six first-class gods and monsters simultaneously shot, and directly shot toward the sword unparalleled.

Nalong Zishan, as the strongest of the six, is the first to bear the brunt.

I saw that the purple armor he was wearing was a faint purple light at the moment, and there was a dark purple spear in his hand. Between the shape of the body, there was a faint purple magic power forming a cyclone at the foot. It looked like It's like stepping on a purple dragon.

His speed is also extremely fast, appearing in front of Jian Wushuang for the first time.

"dead!"

Long Zishan's eyes looked like electricity, and the dark purple spear in his hand instantly turned into a purple lightning, and the Sword Wushuang screamed.

"The strength of Longzi Mountain is much better than that of Pang Tao."

Jian Wushuang sighed a little, from seeing Long Zishan's shot, he has already judged the strength of Long Zishan.

Immediately the sword Wushuang also moved.

Hum!

A sword surged up.

The sword flickered in the eyes of the sword, pulling the sword and swinging the sword in one go.

Wow, a beautiful sword is shining.

This sword light, with a touch of purple, across the void, is extremely gorgeous, and it is extremely enchanting, like a purple ghost flashing past.

Purple Blood Sword Art, Purple Light Phantom!

The same is purple, one is purple lightning, and the other is the glorious purple sword light. The two collided instantly.

Snapped!

There was a crisp sound in the void, and even with a purple arc, the sword awn swept directly around.

In the center of the collision between the two, Jian Wushuang smiled indifferently, and the Xuefeng sword stroked at will, his sword meaning was divided into three, and turned into Mori Lengmang's assault towards Dragon Purple Mountain.

Long Zishan was not afraid, the dark purple spear in his hand pierced one after another, clang! clang! clang! Stop all three sword mangs of Jian Wushuang.

However, at this moment, Jian Wushuang was a direct step. At the moment of stepping, a surge of swordsmanship was like the boundless ocean of swordsmanship. It instantly oppressed Longzi Mountain, and the surrounding void immediately had All invisible sword shadows emerged from the air, these sword shadows rushed away from all directions in a frantic rush towards Dragon Purple Mountain.

"So weird swordsmanship." Long Zishan's complexion also changed.

Covered by these sword shadows, he also had to make a full-scale defense, but his body was bursting out one after another.

The two simply played against each other, and it became clear that Longzi Mountain fell directly into the downwind.

But at the moment, it was not only Long Zishan who shot. At the same time when Jian Wushuang fought with Long Zishan, the cold and gorgeous woman Yu Aoqing had already disappeared. Just when Jian Wushuang just repelled Long Zishan, it was cold The breath suddenly appeared behind Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang was also alert.

Wow!

A cyclone spawned out of thin air, and in the center of that cyclone, a dark dagger pierced straight.

This dagger exuded an amazing coldness, like a phantom, stabbed directly behind Jian Wushuang from behind.

The owner of this dagger, Yu Aoqing, had an extremely cold expression on his face.

Huh!

The dagger directly penetrated the sword's body shape, but did not encounter any substantial material. The dagger hole penetrated the body, and it also made a sound of breaking.

Apparently, the dagger stabbed in the air.

"Is it a ghost?"

"So fast!"

Yu Aoqing's eyes and pupils shrank, but she had instantly locked Jian Wushuang's deity, and I did not know when his side appeared.

I saw Jian Wushuang raised his hand slightly, and cut it with a sword.

A common sword, this sword does not seem to contain any power, but it is such a sword that completely locks Yu Aoqing, leaving Yu Aoqing unable to escape at all, but can only forcibly arouse the divine power to resist this sword.

clang!

A low-pitched impact sounded, and Yu Aoqing's figure shook slightly. The dagger in her hand was slightly shocked by the sword light, but she changed direction slightly, but she still resisted the sword.

Huh!

Yu Aoqing immediately retreated, and pulled away from her sword.

"Be careful, he's fast, very fast, and his swordsmanship is also very weird and terrible." Yu Aoqing sighed.

In the surrounding Longzi Mountain, there are four other first-class gods and disciples of the Great Tragedy Sect, and it is natural to see the speed of Jian Wushuang.

"Don't play against him one-on-one, use a four-element array." Long Zishan yelled.

The four first-class apprentices of Da Beizong glanced at each other, all focusing on the head.

At the next moment, the breath of the four people rose at the same time, but these four breaths were connected together instantly, like a whole.

Huh!

The four first-class demon figures moved at the same time.

All four shot, but the sword gave Wushuang the feeling as if there was only one person.

"Is the formation law?" Jian Wu's eyes narrowed.

He also did not admire that the details of the Great Tragedy are indeed comparable from time to time in other sects in Wusha Wasteland.

He had killed so many genius disciples for a long time before, but he had never seen those genres that could be completely united together to form a formation or a battle line to fully exert their own combat power to the extreme, but now it is sad When Zong Yi shot, the four first-class gods formed an array instantly.

And from the perspective of the means used by the four of them, the cooperation of these four first-class gods and demons is also extremely tacit.

The four first-class demon, with the help of the formation method, their combat power is not as simple as one plus one.

Obviously, only four first-class gods and demons joined forces ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ But at this moment, his four men felt the sword unparalleled, much more terrible than the average peak gods and demons.

Like Long Zishan, the combat power is no less than the peak gods, but the pressure that Long Zishan brings to Jian Wushuang is not as great as those four first-class gods.

"The four took advantage of their teamwork and didn't give me the chance to break them one by one, but it was quite smart." Jian Wushuang muttered, but his heart was still very relaxed.

"kill!"

The four first-class gods and monsters were all killing, one of them directly waved the huge axe in his hand.

Wow! ~~~

A towering axe emerged out of thin air, and the mighty straight crushed towards the sword unparalleled.

"This power has definitely reached the peak of the gods and monsters level." Jian Wushuang marveled, but his figure was strange and erratic, leaving a shadow of time and space.

The axe shadow cut the Jian Wushuang's void, but did not actually touch the figure of Jian Wushuang.