The Holy Land of the Witch Clan.
Deep in the ancestral temple.
Hundreds of Wu Clan Heavenly Guards are gathering in a steady stream, intending to kill those who trespass on the Holy Land.
In front of the powerful weapons of the Wu clan.
Li Ziye is the only one who can guard the gate, and no one can open it.
The young man from the Li family has always given people the impression that he has an out-of-touch personality, can cause trouble, and can also get beaten. He doesn't take anything too seriously, and even if he gets beaten, he laughs it off.
However.
Whose young man is not frivolous?
Li Ziye is a passionate person, but he is also a ruthless person.
In front of your own people, no matter what.
But, in front of outsiders, nothing works!
retreat?
Back off!
"Wen Tian's Nine Styles will bring disaster to Tianguan!"
The martial arts of Haoran reappears, using Qi to control shape, and swords and lights intertwining.
Bearing the brunt of the attack, four or five Wu Clan Heavenly Guards were struck and were forcibly knocked away.
"Uh-huh!"
Behind him, the swords in the hands of two heavenly guards passed by, killing him mercilessly.
"Tai Chi Jin!"
Li Ziye grabbed the arms of the two heavenly guards with both hands, removed their strength, and then condensed his energy with his palms, slapping them hard on the chests.
There was a sudden earthquake, and the two figures flew out, knocking over the reinforcements that were coming from behind.
"Keng!"
The long swords in the hands of the two men fell and were stuck on the ground.
Li Ziye stepped forward, drew out his two swords, looked at the heavenly guards charging ahead, and faced them head-on without dodging.
The sword blades crisscrossed, blood splashed, Li Ziye's sword was incredibly fast, they were both in the third realm, but at a completely different level.
Hundreds of heavenly guards are less than ten feet away from the Wu Clan's heavy weapons, but these ten feet are an insurmountable chasm.
"The Flying Immortal Technique, the two swords want to separate from the wind."
The number of heavenly guards is increasing, and the two swords in Li Ziye's hands are turning. As he steps forward, his body is covered with two swords, making it difficult to distinguish the true from the false.
"ah!"
Screams resounded through the night sky.
The sword light flashed across the throats of the five heavenly guards, and blood spurted out, falling like rain.
After practicing martial arts for two years, Li Ziye has experienced so much, working harder and harder than anyone else.
Talent cannot be changed, but talent only determines cultivation, not strength.
Li Ziye could clearly see the huge difference in strength among people with the same cultivation level.
Even in the same realm, the level of polishing of the moves is different, and the strength will be completely different.
Li Ziye saw it better than anyone else, so he never dared to slack off in the past two years.
He cannot change what God has given him, but he can change what God cannot give him.
In more than two years, the number of times Li Ziye swung his sword was no worse than that of others in five or ten years.
God may not reward hard work, but if you don't work hard, there will definitely be nothing.
Today, Li Ziye, who had always hidden his sharp edge, finally showed his fangs.
The blade of the sword cut through the night, bringing out a waterfall of dazzling blood. Each sword strike was as fast as lightning, without any sloppiness.
The screams were endless and echoed through the night sky.
Li Ziye was like a killing machine, with an expressionless face, and the two swords in his hands crossed again and again, the sword never missed, and the man never showed any cowardice.
"Bah."
Suddenly, the sword blade passed by, and blood spattered on Li Ziye's left arm, staining his clothes red.
The huge number of heavenly guards finally left scars on the invaders after sacrificing dozens of people.
"Get away!"
With blood staining his body, Li Ziye raised his eyebrows angrily, swung his sword and sealed his throat mercilessly.
Ahead, there was an endless stream of Wu Clan Heavenly Guards, seemingly endlessly killing them.
In front of Li Ziye, a pile of corpses lay down, and the two swords in his hands were dyed blood red.
The strength of the Wu Clan Heavenly Guards is all around the third level. Although their personal strength is slightly inferior, there are too many of them. Every time Li Ziye kills one person, his energy will be greatly consumed.
Soon, Li Ziye's back was soaked with sweat, and his breathing began to become heavier.
rear.
Inside the giant bronze cauldron, the pure Jun sword trembled, as if it sensed the danger of its master and wanted to help.
"Do what you have to do."
Li Ziye turned his back to the giant bronze cauldron, clenched his sword with both hands, suppressed the fatigue in his body, said something coldly, and immediately rushed forward again.
Killing begins again.
Inside the giant bronze cauldron, the Pure Jun Sword understood the master's intention, filled with green and red brilliance, and swallowed up the fate of the witch clan with all its strength.
at the same time.
far away.
On the other side of the battle.
Facing the joint efforts of the three witch queens, Qin Wenna gradually fell into a disadvantageous situation.
A Witch Queen is enough to be on par with the strongest swordsman in the world, and with two great Witch Kings of the Fifth Realm, they are as strong as Qin Grace, and it is difficult to stop her.
As the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat with four hands. What's more, Qin Grace's opponents are all great practitioners at the fifth level.
The two great witch kings were in a hurry to escape, and their offensive was extremely fierce. With the addition of an extremely powerful witch queen, the pressure faced by Qin Grace continued to increase.
only.
Even though the pressure on her body was getting bigger and bigger, Qin Grace refused to give in even half a step, and used all her strength to stop the three of them, not letting anyone get out of the battle.
She knew very well that if she retreated, that boy would definitely die.
She must not retreat until he successfully escapes.
"The snow will soon clear up, and the lonely shadow will fly into the sky!"
The two kings were driven away with one sword, and then the Witch Queen's palm force came forward. Qin Grace hurriedly turned her palms to catch them, and her feet slipped several feet away.
A little bit of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth. At this point in the battle, the Sword Immortal was stained red.
When the two great wizard kings saw this, they looked at each other, one to the left and the other to the right, and walked around in different directions.
They knew that something big was going to happen at the place of worship, otherwise, the Plum Blossom Sword Immortal would not be so desperate to stop it.
At the same time as the two moved, the Witch Queen also rushed forward, trying to drag the woman in front of her.
"I told you, you can't leave!"
Qin Grace gave a deep shout, stepped on her foot, her body turned into flowing light, Qingshuang slashed, and once again drove away the two great witch kings.
"boom!"
When the move was about to be completed, the Witch Queen's palm force also came through the air. Qin Grace blocked the move forcefully, took half a step back, and blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.
It is extremely difficult to forcefully trap three people in the five realms.
Everyone knows that when a Five Realm moves forward, it is almost unstoppable. It is easy to defeat a Five Realm, but it is too difficult to stop a Five Realm.
In the world, only powerful crazy women like Qin Nina dare to stop three great cultivators of the Fifth Realm at once.
but.
As the battle progressed, Qin Nina's situation became more and more unfavorable. It was obvious that she could not hold on for too long.
After all, when dealing with a peerless powerhouse like the Witch Queen, it is really not possible for humans to distract themselves from blocking the two great Witch Kings.
In the two battle situations, both the master and the disciple were locked in a bitter battle.
How can the heritage of a family be so easily shaken, even if it is intentional or not.
A place of worship.
Li Ziye also gradually reached his limit when faced with the attack of hundreds of heavenly guards.
The true energy is consumed violently, and the physical strength is also constantly drained.
Half of the clothes were stained with blood, some from the enemy and some from one's own.
The two swords in Li Ziye's hands had even been curled and were no longer sharp.
There are more and more corpses around, and many heavenly guards have fear in their eyes. How many people can be calm before death.
"Come again!"
Li Ziye took a deep breath, looked at the inexhaustible killing of the heavenly guards in front of him, and said in a cold tone.
Old Qin can still persist, why can't he.
No matter how strong these people are, can they be stronger than that pervert Little Red Riding Hood?
Just a thousand, not much!
same moment.
Inside the giant bronze cauldron.
The ancient sword rises and falls, and around the Chunjun sword, majestic and endless luck lingers, and the sound of dragon roars is faintly visible.
