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The roar of the sword slave swept into waves, and finally rushed out of the sword mound.

This brought the two sides that were fighting fiercely outside to a brief standstill.

"This is... the sword slave?"

Guang Chengzi's eyes were bright, and his face showed joy.

Then he turned his head to look at the Blood Emperor, and said with a smile.

"It seems that they have entered the core of the sword mound. Once the sword pool is opened, the sword of defeat will appear."

The Blood Emperor nodded, but he was not as excited as Guang Chengzi.

"Whether the sword of defeat can be born smoothly is a top priority for the divine religion."

"Are you sure that there are no mistakes in the previous deployment?"

His question made Daoist Guangcheng's face and breath covered with big beads of sweat.

"I have already sent in several qualified young masters from each faction. I also brought a large amount of semi-finished Tai Sui with me, which is enough to activate the sword of defeat."

The Blood Emperor nodded, pondering.

"That's good. Once this kind of magic sword is born, the sword will surely break through the formation and get out of control. Once the sword of defeat appears, I will naturally not let him out of control."

"Master Blood Emperor's strength is absolutely within reach."

Guang Chengzi lowered his eyebrows and flattered him with a smile.

At this moment, a figure floated over with extremely fast movements and landed in front of the two of them.

"I have seen Lord Blood Emperor."

The person who came to salute respectfully was Luo Feng, the Elder of the Dianxingmen, who had set up a large formation.

"what's up?"

Luo Feng said with a serious face.

"The aura of the sword mound formation caused by the roar just now will implicate the large formation I set up, and there may be a danger of breaking it."

"Oh?"

The Blood Emperor and Guang Chengzi turned their heads to look.

"How long can it last?"

Luo Feng closed his eyes to feel it, and responded.

"I'm afraid it won't take more than a quarter of an hour..."

The Blood Emperor shook his head helplessly, with a ruthless look on his face.

"Since this is the case, I have no choice but to do it myself..."

Sen Leng's words resounded, as if they came from the Nine Serenity Hell, which made people's hair stand on end.

At this time, in the formation, whether it is Yan Shiqiang, Chen Dao, or Zhao Gongyi.

Just now, they had faintly heard that roar, and everyone's faces showed solemnity.

As senior leaders of various sects, they naturally knew what the roar represented.

The Blood God Sect is so time-consuming and labor-intensive, no matter what it seeks, it is not good news for the disciples in the sword mound.

Several people couldn't help but become more worried about the disciples among them, so they attacked more and more fiercely.

……

In the sword mound, Liu Fuyun looked at the middle-aged man holding a golden sword in front of him, his heart trembled violently.

The opponent's body burst out with a tyrannical breath, and he was not sure of victory for a while.

However, the other party would not, and gave him a chance to continue thinking, suddenly raised the long sword in his hand, and came towards him with a sword.

At the same time, just after the opponent yelled, similar figures appeared one after another around.

Everyone held different swords and stood in place with a solemn and murderous look.

His murderous eyes flicked around.

But fortunately, the other party saw that Liu Fuyun had an opponent, so he didn't besiege him.

I think these sword slaves should be part of the trial.

"In that case, let's fight."

Liu Fuyun calmed down a bit, the spearhead sword behind her back was unsheathed with a buzzing sound.

Then with a flick of his wrist, he met the sword slave's attack.

For a moment, the swords of both sides were clanging, and dozens of moves had been fought in the blink of an eye.

After encountering Liu Fuyun with those fierce killing moves of Sword Slave, he slowly surrendered to the ground like a tamed lion.

It turned out that Liu Fuyun didn't confront him head-on, but lightly pressed the opponent's sword spine with the edge of his sword.

The sword recruits are endless, and where the sword wave flows, the sword slave's tricks will be disintegrated and restrained.

To make it impossible to make a second change of move, it can only resist continuously.

This set of sword moves is different from the sword skills that Liu Fuyun learned before, it can be said to be watertight.

It is exactly what he comprehends about the intention of attacking and defending the sword, the momentum of defending the sword.

Although Jian Nu's swordsmanship is good, facing Liu Fuyun, this advantage is gone.

Soon, he was suppressed and fell into a disadvantage.

Seeing that the sword skill competition was ineffective, the sword slave suddenly jumped up, and the golden sword in his hand suddenly burst into dazzling golden light.

The entire tip of the sword spewed out a 4-meter-long sword energy, blasting towards Liu Fuyun.

Liu Fuyun was expressionless, just looking at the sword energy, from far to near, blasting towards him.

At the moment when the golden sword energy blasted in front of him, Liu Fuyun suddenly lowered his body, dodging dangerously.

The sword energy brushed against the ends of the hair, and some strands of hair fell off.

Liu Fuyun leaped forward, gliding close to the ground in a strange posture.

The sword slave was taken aback for a moment, but quickly took a defensive stance while observing the distance between them.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer... 30 meters, 20 meters, ten meters, five meters...

Seeing him rushing in front of him, Jian Nu let out a loud roar, exhausting all his strength.

Swinging the sword violently, he slashed across Liu Fuyun's head.

"what!"

There was an earth-shattering scream, but it was not Liu Fuyun who made the sound, but the sword slave guard.

It turned out that just now, in the flash, between the sword and the body.

Liu Fuyun rolled forward with a low body, dodging the fatal blow.

Then he appeared with the pioneer long sword in his left hand and thrust it into the sword slave's left foot abruptly, severely wounding him.

Although I don't know if the other party feels pain.

But this sword actually nailed him in place, unable to move a single bit.

The sword slave who was hit hard again screamed to the sky, like a ghost crawling out of hell.

"what!!"

Liu Fuyun was not moved at all, and had already taken advantage of the situation and turned behind the opponent.

The left hand strangled the neck, and the right knee pressed against the back.

The right hand pointed at the same time to form a sword, the Xuanyin sword energy was extremely cold, and with the sound of breaking wind, it bombarded the body of the sword slave.

The breeze blows, gently blowing away many mist
At the entrance of Jianchi, a young Taoist priest riding a sika deer is walking leisurely.

Seeing the bloody scene in front of him, he still showed astonishment and fear in his eyes.

At the same time, Sword Slave fell powerlessly to the ground.

The entire right chest was pierced by the Xuanyin Sword Qi, and the whole person shriveled up like a deflated ball.

In the end, it turned into a piece of human skin and lay gently on the ground.

And the golden sword was inserted quietly on the ground, and gradually became dim.

In the sword pool, it was calm again, only the occasional wind noise.

Liu Fuyun looked up at Taoist Qinglu who was stunned, and nodded slightly.

Moreover, there was still a lazy smile on the corner of his mouth.

Without waiting for the other party to speak, Liu Fuyun turned around and left.

Since the other party has already come up, it must not take long for the rest of the people.

To avoid a change, it would be most appropriate for him to have the Frost Sword in his pocket in advance.

Looking at his back, Taoist Qinglu came back to his senses, and there was a faint fighting intent in his eyes.