All this happened in a flash of lightning. Before the other three elders had time to rescue him, the tall and thin elder Wu Yong was killed by Ding Xiaoyi with a sword.
Finally, the tall and thin elder turned into a burst of spiritual rain and swayed down. There is no more Wu Yong in the world, and Jiange has lost another law enforcement elder.
"Boy, suffer death." The bald elder seemed to be greatly stimulated. He released his life wheel, which was a huge shadow with a sword and a book.
Ding Xiaoyi looked at the bald elder's life wheel and felt a little pity. The phantom fortune wheel with a sword and a book shows that this bald man is also a scholar.
Like the elegant elder, he is a scholar, so why should he be a thief? The bald elder's body was full of swordsmanship, and he had an aura of awe-inspiring righteousness. It turned out that the bald elder was also a scholar.
Ding Xiaoyi watched the bald elder sacrifice his life wheel, and he couldn't help but think secretly. It doesn't matter if he is just a scholar, it doesn't matter if he is a thief or not.
The bald elder condensed the aura around him to the extreme. The sword intention and Haoran's righteousness merged with each other to form a unique aura.
"Hoo, hoo", two figures soared up from the ground. They were the elegant elder and the middle-aged beautiful woman who were struck down by Ding Xiaoyi's sword.
The two of them looked at Ding Xiaoyi with fear in their eyes. Ding Xiaoyi stood in the sky, his anger flying like a peerless god of war.
"You killed Wu Yong, you must die." The bald elder roared in anger. He pointed the long sword at Ding Xiaoyi. The surging sword energy contained the power of various laws.
This bald elder was actually not weak in strength, but he met the even more perverted Ding Xiaoyi.
"Really? If you want me to die, why don't you let me resist?" Ding Xiaoyi raised the corner of his mouth with a sinister smile.
The desolate sword in his hand made loud sword chants, and a faint blood mark was condensed on the desolate sword. That was Wu Yong's blood.
Wu Yong's blood dyed the desolate sword red, making the desolate sword even more eerie. The bloody sky looked particularly strange at this moment. The aura around the bald elder had risen to the extreme, and the long sword in his hand glowed with a dazzling sword light.
There was a strange and strange sword energy in the sword light, and Ding Xiaoyi felt a familiar aura lingering there.
This breath was like venomous thorns piercing his brain. Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but feel startled. A pair of huge eyes appeared in front of his eyes.
The giant eyes glowed with a faint light, revealing the aura released by the bald elder. That vague dark pattern breath contains the breath of Fuso Yashen Technique.
"You are actually Fusang's spy." Ding Xiaoyi understood instantly. This bald elder also practiced Fusang's Eight Divine Skills, and he was also a scholar.
His body contains the aura of the power of various laws, including the aura of a scholar, the aura of the Sword Pavilion's sword spirit, and the aura of Fuso's eight divine skills.
"Hahahaha, so what, as long as I can kill you, I, Cao Wenxuan, am the biggest contributor to Jiange." The bald elder laughed wildly, and he showed a stern smile to Ding Xiaoyi.
Seeing this weird bald elder, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but sigh. He had never seen such a crazy guy before.
"Wen Ru, Fang Fang, the two of you hold this kid back and don't spare any effort." The bald elder ordered to the elegant elder and the middle-aged beautiful woman.
The elegant elder and the middle-aged beautiful woman nodded. They raised their swords and rushed towards Ding Xiaoyi again.
The aura around the two people also rose to the extreme, and the violent sword energy surged towards Ding Xiaoyi like an overwhelming force.
For a time, the world was filled with the endless sword energy and the majestic sword intent. The huge wave-like sword intent turned into a rolling force and rolled towards Ding Xiaoyi.
Ding Xiaoyi raised the Desolate Sword in his hand, and the surging Desolate Sword Qi roared up, and the ancient sword made bursts of high-pitched sword chants.
"Kill...", the bald elder Cao Wenxuan shouted sharply, and the billowing righteousness swept over him like a strong wind and huge waves, and he rushed towards Ding Xiaoyi.
At the same time, Wen Ru and Fang Fang also arrived, with strong murderous intent in their eyes. Their determination not to give up until Ding Xiaoyi was killed made the world change color.
"Kill..." Ding Xiaoyi's voice also burst out with spring thunder. With one step under his feet, the momentum that surged up turned into huge surging waves, rushing towards the auras of the three elders.
The four figures stirred up the energy like a volley of thousands of arrows and shot wildly in all directions. The energy was like a strong wind sweeping through, breaking the towering trees around the sword peak.
I saw a series of sword lights rising criss-cross, and a dazzling sword energy exploded between heaven and earth.
The power of the Frost Law surged like an overwhelming force, and a huge pen sword turned into a divine pen and rushed towards Ding Xiaoyi. A long sword condensed with endless ice-cold sword energy shot out.
The bald elder Cao Wenxuan couldn't help but raise his aura. When his aura rose to the extreme, several phantoms appeared behind him.
That was the phantom of Fuso's Eight Divine Skills' Life Wheel, and his face was distorted by his ever-improving aura.
The shadow of a huge book box also appeared behind him, and the sword in his hand rolled up with a power that could destroy the world.
He raised his eyes and landed on Ding Xiaoyi. Then, the bald elder's body glowed with energy that was like billowing demonic energy.
The energy swept up and everything it passed turned into nothingness.
"Eight Gods Fusion Chapter, Divine Strike Technique", the bald elder shouted loudly, and the long sword in his hand condensed the shadow of a ferocious beast.
It was one of the eight divine skills. As soon as the evil beast's shadow appeared, the world shook. Ding Xiaoyi felt a palpitation in his heart amid the endless air of frost.
"Boy, suffer death." The bald elder raised the long sword in his hand and turned it into a stream of light that shot towards Ding Xiaoyi.
The fusion of the Eight God Skills and the extremely domineering righteousness, the sword used by the bald elder at this time was comparable to the full blow of a strong man in the Heaven Realm.
This sword contains the power of many laws, including the power of Fuso's Eight Divine Skills and the power of the scholar's awe-inspiring righteousness.
He integrated all of this into that sword, which shows how powerful this sword is. This sword seemed to be enough to destroy this sword peak. This sword condensed the lifelong cultivation of this bald elder. This sword even made the endless blood-stained sky become a little dimmer.
Feeling the power of that sword, the wild sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand let out high-pitched sword chants. He stood together and slashed down Wen Ru and Fang Fang with the wild sword in his hand.
The two elders hurriedly raised their swords to resist.
"Boom", the violent sword energy surged out, and the exploding sword energy was like a strong wind blowing. Ding Xiaoyi stood together and turned around to look at the sword thrown by the bald man. From that sword, he felt the power of the Eight Gods Skill and the domineering power of Haoran's righteousness.
He also felt the power of various sword techniques in Jiangge. This bald elder integrated all his cultivation into this sword.
"Fusang traitor Cao Wenxuan, suffer death." After Ding Xiaoyi knocked back Wen Ru and Fang Fang with one sword, he raised the barren sword in his hand and said calmly to the bald elder who was attacking furiously.
At this time, Ding Xiaoyi's eyes were calm, his face was calm, and the desolate sword kept pouring out endless desolate sword energy, and the world changed again.
With Ding Xiaoyi as the center, the surrounding space became chaotic at that moment. The power of desolation swept away, and the world became chaotic.
Once the power of desolation comes out, everything will be desolate. The bald elder's face changed slightly, and the sword had already condensed, like an arrow shot out of the bow, it could not be recovered.
"I'm not ashamed of my words, let me die." Although he felt the power of the layers of desolation.
But Cao Wenxuan still wielded his powerful sword. I saw the faint light flickering, and the beast shadows roaring with Fuso's Eight Divine Skills on the long sword.
The violent aura of righteousness swept over, and the sword energy surged with the power to destroy everything.
"Hiss..." Cao Wenxuan's powerful sword tore open the endless desolate space and stabbed towards Ding Xiaoyi like a broken bamboo.
Cao Wenxuan's face lit up, and an unconcealed confidence surged from his heart. The desolate space was vulnerable to the power of his sword, and was about to burst apart inch by inch.
"That's all," Cao Wenxuan said disdainfully to Ding Xiaoyi. The destructive sword energy from the long sword in his hand wiped out the desolate space in front of Ding Xiaoyi.
The power of the fusion of Fuso's eight divine skills turned this entire space into nothingness. The power of Haoran's righteousness swept over him even more, and he felt that he seemed to have overestimated the young man in front of him.
Ding Xiaoyi looked at the shining bald head as if he were a clown. He just watched calmly as the desolate space around him was shattered and turned into nothingness by Cao Wenxuan's powerful sword.
He didn't move, and there was a faint light in his eyes, which was the faint light coming from the eyes of Yin Yang Samsara.
Under the illumination of the samsara eyes of yin and yang, all illusions are invisible. Cao Wenxuan's face showed a hint of ecstasy. The long sword in his hand was getting closer and closer to the young man, only three feet away.
He believed that under his powerful sword, the boy would soon be reduced to nothingness by the Yagami Fusion Technique.
He has tried this trick repeatedly and has never failed.
"Hey..." Cao Wenxuan saw that the space in front of Ding Xiaoyi was shattered inch by inch under the power of his sword.
The endless desolate sword energy also turned into nothingness at that moment. The power of the holy sword is nothing more than this, he thought proudly in his heart, he knows the power of this sword best.
Even if a strong person in the Feathering Realm encountered this sword, he would be reduced to nothingness. Just when the long sword in Cao Wenxuan's hand was about to reach Ding Xiaoyi's chest, the space trembled inexplicably. Then Cao Wenxuan saw the young man reaching out his left hand, and then the young man stretched out two fingers of his left hand.
He saw an incredible scene. The young man easily clamped his invincible sword with his fingers.
