When Zhou Xing opened his eyes again, the young man in white had disappeared. Although he didn't know what happened, Zhou Xing smiled and clenched his fists. At this moment, he felt full of power throughout his body. If this power was not used up immediately, he was worried that he would explode.

"Hahahaha!" Zhou Xing laughed wildly, and rushed into the opposing team with a turn of his heels. No matter who he was against, what kind of weapon he was against, he was just a punch.

clang! clang! clang! ...

No matter who it is, no matter what kind of weapon is used, if you encounter Zhou Xing's fist, you will die or be disabled!

The situation reversed!

Lu Changqing frowned and immediately urged his cultivation to the top, holding a Taoist sword filled with spiritual energy, and slammed Zhou Xing's right fist.

clang! ! ...

The invincible Dao Sword bent into a dangerous arc, and escaped the end of the break on the spot dangerously, without any damage to Zhou Xing's fist.

Lu Changqing was shocked, and his figure retreated sharply.

Zhou Xing laughed wildly, throwing his fists and smashing into the flock.

Indeed, no one can stop him from punching!

When Li Fengchun saw it, he felt that the general situation was gone. Without saying hello to anyone, he turned around and ran towards the exit at the fastest speed.

This time he ran, other people followed suit and turned around and ran away, only hating his parents for giving birth to two fewer legs.

Zhou Xing didn't think about killing them all, but he didn't want to spare them easily, so he threw up his legs and chased him. If he ran slowly, he would punch him. But Zhou Xing had only one real goal-Mao Xiaoshan. Once the opponent is allowed to run out of the secret realm, the elders of the Longevity Valley will definitely not sit back and watch the disciples die without taking action. Once the other party makes a move, he will inevitably kill him on the spot. Even if Elder Ji wants to stop it, it may be too late. If he is a dead person, no matter who gives him the funeral, he will be a loss business.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xing shouted to everyone on his side: "You go out first and wait for me outside! I have to kill this Wangba Mountain!"

Zhou Xing's eyes were fierce, his legs were flying, and he rose up to catch up.

Zhou Xing has never hated a person so much, and Mao Xiaoshan is the first. The latter also knew that he would not give up if the other party didn’t kill him, and he didn’t say any soft words for mercy. He bit his teeth and took out all the flying swords in the ring. There were twenty-four in total and threw them all at once. Heaven.

I saw Mao Xiaoshan running towards the exit, pinching the tactics with one hand, and cried out: "The cicadas sing the sword formation! Hit!"

With an order, the flying swords that were still in free fall just now turned their directions, and the sword tips pointed towards Zhou Xing. In the blink of an eye, twenty-four flying swords formed a sword net and flew away at an extremely fast speed.

This change was all seen by Zhou Xing, who was at the peak of his cultivation. He just sneered and didn't care. When the flying sword was half a foot away from him, he was blocked by the Dragon True Qi outside of him. Unscathed.

"whispering sound!"

Mao Xiaoshan had long expected this result. In his opinion, Zhou Xing suddenly changed from a dying person to an almost invincible existence. It must be a secret method with endless troubles. As long as the time for the secret method arrives, Even if Zhou Xing didn't die violently on the spot, he would at least lose most of his life. By then, it would be just one move.

Therefore, he just needs to die until that moment comes. Or, it is safer to run out of the secret realm and seek the protection of the sect elders.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, and he is still quite a distance from the exit, Mao Xiaoshan had to inject a spirit energy into the sword formation, pinch the tactics with both hands, and shouted: "The cicadas sing the sword formation, let's slay the demons and eliminate the demons!"

Twenty-four flying swords thin as cicada wings were nourished by the aura, and the aura was mastered, and then one of them automatically combined the flying swords in the air, and the sound kept clicking.

Zhou Xing looked curiously, and saw that some flying swords merged to form a sword body, some flying swords formed a hilt, some formed a sword point, some formed a blade, some formed a sword style, and there were three flying swords. Jian Sui.

After the combination of each small sword, it turned into a four-foot-long sword. The whole sword became a whole body. The golden light was flourishing, and it was slashed towards Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing didn't dare to hold big this time, took out the iron heart cauldron from the spirit ring and smashed it at the falling flying sword.

clang! !

The sound of the golden and iron clashes spread far away, the iron heart cauldron was intact, but the golden light of the great sword was obviously dim.

As soon as Zhou Xing saw it, he immediately swung the tripod and smashed it again. The impact between the spirit artifacts kept ringing. Within a few breaths, the golden light of the great sword was completely broken, and the whole sword vibrated continuously, almost disintegrating, and changed back to twenty-four small swords.

"It's mine!" Zhou Xing suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and pulled it hard. After another shock in his hand, he put the big sword into the spirit ring.

Mao Xiaoshan was frightened and ran faster, looking back frequently.

The distance between the two is still getting closer.

Mao Shanshan hesitated for a moment, and he took out a well-made puppet from the ring, then bit the tip of his tongue, sprayed a mouthful of blood on the puppet, threw it back, pinched his hands quickly, and yelled, "I never die. , The battle puppet show!"

Mao Shanshan’s good things are almost endless. Zhou Xing is angry and envious. He immediately makes a decision that he will accept all the treasures he can accept, so as to slightly make up for the huge losses of the war.

Under the urging of Mao Xiaoshan's method, the puppet's figure soared after landing, and in the blink of an eye it rose to nearly two feet high, like a huge tower, blocking Zhou Xing's path.

When Zhou Xing saw him, he didn't want to get entangled with him, so he turned around and drew an arc, passing by the giant puppet, at an extremely fast speed.

To Zhou Xing's surprise, the burly puppet also twisted his body, and almost reached behind him in a flash, then stretched his huge arms forward, hugged him by the waist, and kicked his legs to the ground.

When Zhou Xing tried to break free, he had already flown into the air. Following him, the puppet turned upside down and smashed his head down to the ground. Zhou Xing shouted angrily, and the True Qi Wandering outside of the body immediately wrapped the puppet, and in a blink of an eye, it was turned into debris and fell all over the sky.

Zhou Xing landed unharmed, and looking at Mao Xiaoshan, he had already run dozens of feet away.

Zhou Xing was furious and tried to catch up again. Mao Xiaoshan glanced back, immediately changed his route and plunged into the woods not far away. Zhou Xing did not hesitate to dive into the woods, but the trees greatly obstructed his vision. After chasing for a while, he could no longer see Mao Xiaoshan.

At the same time, Zhou Xing felt that his aura was declining rapidly, his realm dropped from the peak of the first glimpse state to a high-level, and then from a high-level to a middle-level cultivation base, the true Qi swimming dragon outside his body also changed from thick to thin, and finally disappeared not see.

For a moment, Zhou Xing felt exhausted and couldn't even move.

There was only a few sticks of incense left before the Red Feather Secret Realm was closed. Zhou Xing thought over and over again. He felt that the green hills were still there, and he was not afraid that there would be no firewood. So he decided to set the Maoshan Mountain first. It's not too late to let him die.