Chapter 3449 Strange Sword Spirit

A dozen or so people were knocked into the air, vomiting blood one by one, and the camouflage on their bodies began to shatter, their faces full of horror.

Yang Qingxuan and other eight people joined forces to defend, and the effect was the best. They still stood firm, but the eight people were all agitated and felt unstoppable.

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

After the sword energy fell, it didn't slash the matter, but the terrifying sword power lingered, directly forming a huge storm in the valley, constantly whirling, cutting everything inside.

Those martial artists who were cut were even more terrified, and hurriedly used the magic power at the bottom of the box to resist the storm desperately.

Zhao Yi said in horror: "You won't kill us until we die?"

Everyone's hearts are sinking continuously, it is not difficult to withstand a blow, but this sword energy is enduring and keeps cutting! cut! cut!

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

At this time, everyone sensed that the valley had undergone tremendous changes, as if it had fallen into an endless abyss.

As Yang Qingxuan guessed, this valley is a huge scabbard, which can no longer get out.

Suddenly, a large amount of blood exploded from one person's body. With a roar, he forcibly moved away.

With a flash of "唰", it appeared outside the storm.

That person was Zhu Shiqi, and he burst out laughing with ecstasy, but the smile on his face froze completely in just an instant.

A sword of frost pierced out of his chest.

From the edge of the sword, a faint frost fell on Zhu Shiqi's body, slowly freezing and thawing his body.

He turned his head with difficulty, only to see a white shadow behind him, his teeth chattering: "Sword...sword...spirit..."

At some point behind Zhu Shiqi stood a snow-white man, not like a real person, as if transformed by moonlight.

The man had no expression on his face, and with a flick of his sword, he cut Zhu Shiqi in half, then put his sword away and stood, quietly watching the crowd in the storm of sword energy.

"Sword Spirit!" Everyone's heart trembled wildly, and an even worse premonition came to their minds.

That figure is like moonlight, like flowing frost, just like the sword aura all over the sky, spotless and absolutely born.

Zhao Yi shouted: "Kill this sword spirit, and we can go out!"

Everyone's face turned black.

What do you need to say? The key is how to kill, who will kill, you go?

As soon as Zhao Yi's words fell, the sword spirit suddenly disappeared in place, his face changed drastically, and he exclaimed: "Not good!"

Sure enough, in the storm of swords, the sword spirit appeared, and was completely unhindered, and could travel freely, as if they were originally one.

Zhao Yi was terrified, his eyes widened: "Don't come here! Don't come here!"

The sword spirit drew out his sword, walked towards Zhao Yi step by step, and slashed down lightly.

Zhao Yi's whole body was drenched in cold sweat, and he roared violently, "Let's fight together!"

He knew that fighting the storm with his own strength was just so-so, and adding a sword spirit would not be able to stop it at all.

In desperation, we can only hope that everyone will help each other.

He withdrew most of his defensive strength, and at the same time withdrew his right hand, and under the seal, he slashed through with a slash.

"boom!"

The two forces collided, and Zhao Yi was obviously at a disadvantage. The sword energy was approaching, and Zhao Yi's whole body was covered with frost, and he retreated again and again.

Yang Qingxuan shouted: "Shoot!"

He doesn't care what other people think, but if he only thinks about himself, he can't just sit idly by at this time.

All people are a community of destiny, one loss means loss, and the other means death.

He stretched out his hand to grab it, and a piece of pure land of bliss swirled in the palm of his hand, turning into a huge earth storm and moving towards the sword spirit.

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

But Yang Qingxuan's purpose was not to kill the sword spirit, and it was obviously impossible to rely on his move. He just wanted to counter the storm of the sword and at least alleviate it a little bit.

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

All kinds of gorgeous divine channeling techniques were presented one by one. The sword spirit wanted to force Zhao Yi to kill, but his eyes shifted for a moment, knowing that he was invincible to everyone, and disappeared in the storm of sword energy in a flash.

Yang Qingxuan shouted: "Tear the storm!"

He turned into a giant of earth and punched desperately. Every punch carried a large amount of clay, which made the weight of the space ten thousand times larger.

The storm finally "boomed" and slowed down, and began to break up bit by bit, messy and chaotic.

The dozen or so people were overjoyed, they didn't care about making another move, they flew out one by one and landed in a safe zone.

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 with sword marks.

Seeing that everyone rushed out, in a panic, they rushed out desperately.

But suddenly there was a flash of white light, and the sword spirit appeared in front of him again. He stretched out his hand to grab it, and the scattered sword energy gale gathered again, and all of them slashed at Zhao Yi.

"No! Save me! Save me!"

Zhao Yi yelled in horror.

But in the next moment, he was swallowed by the storm of sword energy, chopped into countless pieces of meat, and floated in the sky.

Everyone's expressions changed, and they all stared at the sword spirit in shock and anger.

Jian Ling still had no expression on his face, as if it was normal to kill a person, with a pair of eyes like moonlight, he looked at everyone quietly.

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

These sword qi lingered, all gathered around the sword spirit, like a treasure house of thousands of swords, ready to explode at any time.

The two sides confronted each other for a while.

Suddenly Sun San took a step forward, clasped his fists and said: "Lord Sword Spirit, we were bewitched by that shameless person, so we strayed into the valley and disturbed my lord. Now that shameless person has been executed, it is my lord who just beheaded me with ten thousand swords. That person. Even if the culprit is dead, and the misunderstanding is resolved, we will not be able to stay for a long time, so we bid farewell."

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

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

Sun San's face turned pale, he looked left and right, pondered for a while, cupped his hands and said, "If you have anything to say, sir, just say it like this."

Jian Ling's eyes turned cold, and he pointed to a position in front of him, telling him to stand there.

Sun San took a deep breath, secretly regretting why he had stood up, and now everyone was staring at him, beckoning him to go up.

After a while of extreme entanglement, Sun San weighed the position. If something happened, he would run away with all his strength, and he should be fine. Only then did he muster up his courage, walked over, and stood at the place designated by the sword spirit.

Only then did the sword spirit show satisfaction, but the smile suddenly froze. Great panic appeared on his originally expressionless face, and he panicked at a loss, looking behind Sun San in fear.

Sun San was shocked all over, and turned his head hastily, but there was nothing behind him.

Suddenly his heart sank, and he thought to himself: "Not good! Could it be that he was tricked?"