Yun'er heard her grandfather shouting and turned around quickly, "Dad..."
Chen Xuan held back the severe pain and shouted: "Yun'er, you are the hope of the family, leave quickly..."
"ah……"
Chen Xuan shouted, and his spiritual power was inputted into the blue long sword crazily. The runes on the surface of the long sword flashed violently, and he used all his strength to slash out the sword.
A powerful and shocking sword energy, full of murderous intent, suddenly arrived across the void. This sword brought an extremely cold force that froze your heart, and the edge of the sword was terrifying to the extreme.
Chang Wuji's eyes narrowed slightly, he mobilized all his spiritual power, and also slashed out a sword. The sword energy carried a shocking power, and they suddenly clashed together, setting off gusts of wind.
There was a soft sound of "chi", the sword energy flashed, the strong wind disappeared, the scene was silent, everyone opened their eyes wide, and no one dared to say a word.
"Tick tock..."
A drop of blood slipped from Chang Wuji's fingers and fell to the ground, making a very small sound.
"Good sword..."
His voice was cold and devoid of any emotion, which made people feel cold after hearing it. The two-fingered sword regrouped and he swung it continuously, slashing out more than a hundred feet of sword energy one after another.
The three figures dodged at extremely fast speeds, but they were still unable to outrun the sword energy. They were cut through the spirit armor by a sword. They escaped from the vital points with difficulty and fell one after another.
"It's over!"
Chang Wuji stared closely at Chen Xuan as he took a step forward, raised his hand and pointed out, and the sword energy condensed between his fingers again...
Chen Xuan turned his head slightly and glanced at his daughter, his eyes full of reluctance and even more of expectation.
"No, dad..."
Yun'er cried bitterly, flapped her blue wings wildly, and rushed towards her father.
"Yun'er, please be quick and take them to the mountain gate first..."
Looking at Chang Wuji who was about to arrive in an instant, Yan Liang suddenly pushed lightly with his hands, and suddenly a purple gold body several feet tall was revealed. The soul thorn flashed across the void and pierced into the opponent's soul in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, the shuttle arrow disappeared in a flash, and another sword energy was cut out. He turned over and fell to the ground, separated into two phantoms, and stomped the ground heavily with his feet.
The ground suddenly collapsed, and they both jumped high into the air and punched three times in succession.
Chang Wuji's face paled slightly, the shuttle arrow was stuck in the middle of the spiritual energy barrier, and the sword energy only caused the protective barrier to sway slightly.
The following three punches hit the shuttle arrow one after another. The shuttle arrow was driven into the spiritual energy barrier and blew him away dozens of feet.
Chang Wuji held the shuttle arrow and slowly took his hand away from his forehead. A stream of blood immediately flowed down, and there was an obvious red mark in the middle of his forehead.
"It's interesting that you can actually hurt me. I really underestimate you. You are indeed a soul cultivator..." There was a trace of anger in his eyes, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the place.
Yanliang's pupils shrank, and he quickly dodged using his body skills. The two phantoms were slapped out one after another, and then he felt a gust of wind coming.
There was a loud noise of "Bang...", and then he was sent flying for a mile, crashing into countless trees along the way, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
He hurriedly drank a bottle of spiritual liquid and stared at the opponent. His golden body was also blessed with mid-level fourth-level soul power. His defense was already amazing, but he was still injured with one slap.
This is the strongest enemy encountered so far, and a sense of urgency arises, and the Soul Tower shakes slightly.
The soul was running with all its strength, locking the opponent tightly, and any movement within a radius of ten miles was included in his calculations.
A hundred miles away in Feilong Mountain, Luo Wuchen was busy arranging the formation, when suddenly he frowned, and then his figure disappeared from the spot.
There was already chaos at the foot of the Tiangong Sect Mountain. Hundreds of people were violently attacking the formation. There were hundreds of corpses of Tiangong Sect disciples lying not far away.
Tens of thousands of people watched this shocking thing from a distance. They did not dare to attack the sect formation. This was a hostile act.
Hu Yicheng saw Yue'er walking around anxiously, and quickly comforted him: "Yue'er, don't be anxious, Brother Sun Xuan will be fine..."
At this moment, Yanliang's spirit was highly concentrated, and his body skills had been pushed to the extreme. However, he was still shot away one after another, and his body was reaching its limit.
Another slap came, and he was right in front of me in the blink of an eye, "I'll see how long you can last. Although I can't kill you, I can lock you up for decades..."
"No, absolutely not, I still have a lot of things to do, hurry up, hurry up..."
He was in the most nervous moment ever. If he was caught and locked up, Yue'er's condition would be delayed.
"As fast as the wind, as fast as a shadow, and moving as a shooting star, guided by the power of the soul..."
Just as he was about to hit his eyes with a palm, his figure suddenly sped up several times, and the opponent's blow missed.
"snort!"
Chang Wuji snorted coldly, grabbed the air with his left hand, flicked his right hand, and a sword energy shot out at several times the speed.
Yanliang suddenly staggered forward and rolled several times. Even though his body skills were broken through, the difference in strength was huge, and his shoulder was still penetrated, dripping with blood.
"Hey... little guy, let me do it." Old Soul's voice suddenly came to mind.
"Old Soul, are you awake?"
"Well, I have been observing for a while. After all, the difference in strength is too big. We must use the Nine Yin Combination Technique with all our strength, and there is only one chance of surprise."
Yan Liang entered the soul jade space silently, running the "Nine Yin Fusion Technique" with all his strength, and slowly integrated with the soul power of Hun Lao.
The old soul began to adapt to the physical body, and the soul power in the late fifth level quickly poured in and began to grow towards the peak of fifth level.
The sword energy came again, and he deflected his body slightly to avoid the vital point. The sword energy passed through his body and spurted out with a puff of blood.
Soul Lao controlled his physical body to stumble and fell to the ground, then rolled on the spot and stood up, then looked back behind him with a nervous face.
In this moment's delay, the other party has quickly caught up with them, and the distance between them is less than ten feet. The pride on the other party's face can be seen clearly.
Chang Wuji's eyes flashed with joy, and he slapped another palm without haste, but the power of this palm was extraordinary, enough to knock the opponent to the ground.
Hun Lao stared blankly at the approaching giant palm, as if he was unable to resist, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
Seeing a hint of ridicule at the corner of the other party's mouth, the divine soul thorn that had been prepared pierced the void suddenly, followed by a quick turn.
The two fingers were put together and the soul sword was instantly formed, and five phantoms were separated. They all swung their swords and slashed out. Suddenly the sword energy was everywhere, especially the sword energy that was more than a hundred feet long, which cut a deep ravine in the earth.
The shuttle arrow followed closely and disappeared in a blink of an eye. There was no ripple in the void, and it was only at this moment that the speed of the Horcrux was fully demonstrated.
The golden body instantly grew to more than ten feet. He kicked his legs back and advanced instead of retreating. He approached the opponent very quickly, stepped forward and punched out with his left hand.
