Chapter 3450 Meet Old Friends

As soon as this idea appeared in my mind, I felt extremely absurd, it was just a sword spirit, it wouldn't be so nasty, could it?

Immediately, I heard my companions yelling desperately: "Be careful! Be careful!"

He turned around abruptly, and saw Wan Jian Qi coming, and he was in front of him in one fell swoop.

And after Wan Jian, there was no panic on that white sword spirit's face, it was a sneer and complacency.

"You MLGB, dare to play me! I will never let you go!"

Before Sun San died, he let out a final roar, and then rushed forward, and was stabbed into a sieve by Wan Jian in an instant, and exploded into a meat paste.

"Hey!"

The remaining sixteen people all took a breath.

This sword spirit can still play tricks?

Qian Er was shocked and said angrily: "You are too shameless, aren't you?!"

Sword Spirit looked at him mockingly. Although he didn't speak, his eyes showed a strong message, as if to say: It's not like what you learned.

Everyone immediately understood that for hundreds of millions of years, countless people had come here to look for the Flowing Frost Sword Intent, and the countless postures were all seen by the sword spirit, so they learned a little bit.

Yang Qingxuan clasped his fists and said: "My lord has had enough fun, and two of our companions died tragically under the sword of your lord. Even if you offended me, this price should be enough. Now, let's let us go, please give me your permission." Count. If we don’t let him, we will fight to the death, even if it is the supreme being of all ages, we can beat him half to death, I don’t believe that adults can have the power of the supreme.”

Sword Spirit's expression changed instantly, and there was a trace of alertness in his eyes.

Everyone knew that Yang Qingxuan was trying to scare the other party, and each of them held their heads high, showing extreme confidence and combat power, and kept nodding.

Yang Qingxuan said again: "If we give way, we will turn our heads and leave. We will never bother you again, or we can be friends, and we can drink tea or eat a bowl of wonton every now and then."

The sword spirit stared at Yang Qingxuan for a while, and suddenly his body became extremely swollen. He grabbed around with both hands, and made a sharp sound from his mouth, and pushed his hands forward.

Those ten thousand swords shot down instantly, densely packed, innumerable.

The valley was once again filled with sword energy, and there was lore and slashing power everywhere, as if everything in the sea of ​​swords was about to be wiped out, leaving only the only spiritual consciousness.

"Grass!"

Yang Qingxuan cursed, turned around and ran away, and dropped a word: "Run!"

Some people were clever enough to break away from the crowd and flee in another direction.

Suddenly, a rain of swords was densely packed in the air above the man's head, and it fell towards him.

The man panicked and raised a shield directly.

After forcibly blocking for a while, suddenly a white light flashed beside him, and the sword spirit appeared, reaping his life.

Qian Erda shouted: "Don't get lost! You can't get out of this space, let's work together to kill the sword spirit!"

The rest of the people didn't dare to run away, they hurriedly stayed with the crowd to resist the torrent of sword energy together, but in the torrent, the figure of the sword spirit kept flickering, slowly approaching the crowd.

Yang Qingxuan said in surprise: "This sword energy is one with him, and it can shuttle seamlessly!"

Just like fish in water.

A member of the Dongli tribe who was trying to resist the sword energy, suddenly the sword energy around him flashed and turned into a sword spirit, and the sword slashed down.

The Dongli tribe hurriedly dodged in horror, but the sword spirit disappeared instantly, and the next moment appeared from the torrent of sword energy behind the Dongli tribe, and easily chopped off his head with a sword.

Yang Qingxuan said angrily, "Shuzi dare you!"

Although he said "slaves" in his mouth, he didn't really regard the five people as slaves, but as partners, at least as subordinates.

Seeing a person die tragically at this moment, he was immediately furious.

Sword Spirit glanced over with cold eyes and stared at him.

Yang Qingxuan immediately felt chills all over his body, aware of the great danger, and hurriedly summoned Guizang who was practicing in the war halberd, and they fit together in an instant.

The danger came very quickly, almost the moment after he finished cursing Sword Spirit.

This is a sword spirit who must retaliate.

Yang Xuanzang shouted loudly, he didn't care to hide anything anymore, the halberd came out in an instant, and swept towards the torrent of the sword.

The sword spirit hidden in it was taken aback, wondering how the other party found him, but Yang Qingxuan had always been the peak strength of the Nine Stars and Thousand Realms, which gave him the illusion of being a soft persimmon.

Subconsciously, it is just a coincidence.

Seeing Yang Qingxuan slashing over beyond his control, he sneered, raised his sword and slashed over.

The war halberd drew a white light in the air, straight into the torrent of sword energy.

Wu Wu and Wu Liu's expressions changed drastically at the same time, and they cried out, "You are!"

This war halberd is unparalleled in the world, and there can be no counterfeit, unless Yang Qingxuan died and fell into the hands of others.

But the mellow avenue power on the war halberd, and the terrifying skill of cutting seven moves that day, can't be the second person.

Both of them were in a trance for a moment.

"boom!"

The battle halberd and the sword in the sword spirit's hands collided, and a bright and white light burst out.

Yang Xuanzang's body shook, and he found that the Qiangu Fengliuwuchang sky was covered with a layer of frost, but in an instant, the frost melted little by little, it didn't evaporate, but was sucked into the halberd.

A look of astonishment appeared on Sword Spirit's originally arrogant and mocking face, which immediately turned into shock, and then into fear.

He desperately grabbed the sword, trying to draw it out, but found that it was completely sucked.

His sword was originally a part of the sword qi, and at this moment it was broken down into the original source of the sword qi and sucked into the halberd.

The sword spirit was terrified, feeling like a catastrophe, hastily let go of the sword, and then escaped in a flash.

If he stayed a little longer, he might be sucked into the opponent's weapon together with the sword.

Friday said ecstatically, "Can your halberd restrain it?"

Yang Xuanzang collected the war halberd, and glanced at Friday and Wu Liu: "Fanqing Fanyi, don't come here without any problems."

Under the shock of the two, Fanyi suddenly laughed and said, "Hehe, it seems that you have recognized me a long time ago."

Yang Xuanzang said, "It's strange if you don't recognize him."

Fan Yijiao said with a smile: "It's been so long since I haven't seen you and you recognized me for the first time, it seems that you didn't want to miss someone."

Yang Xuanzang said coldly: "Yes, I wonder why you are not dead yet."

Fanyi laughed and said, "Duplicate bad guy."

Yang Xuanzang didn't bother to talk to her anymore, although there was hatred before, but the catastrophe of annihilation has passed, everyone reconciled under the mediation of Xuantian Jidi, and after arriving in the upper realm, there is no longer any reason for hostility.

At this moment, they are in the same boat again, and their relationship with Erfan is much closer than other people.

Fan Qing was a little apprehensive: "I didn't expect your strength to improve so quickly."

Fan Yi said: "You have always had a lot of bad ideas, what should you do now?"

Yang Xuanzang said in a deep voice: "There is no other way but to defend. As long as we defend long enough, I don't believe that his energy is endless."