Before anyone could react, a knotted arm thrust into the temple door, tearing the hole as big as a washbasin.
Then, a pair of bloodshot eyes peered through the bronze mask at the people in the temple.
It seemed to have smelled the scent of a living person, and its temper became even more violent. It picked up the sacrificial sword and thrust it into the gap of the temple door with a bang.
"No, everyone, get out of the way."
Yue Guanchao looked carefully and saw that the sacrificial sword was nearly two meters long and more than five inches wide.
Made of black iron, the whole body is cold, the blade is extremely sharp, and it cuts out a silver-white edge.
Before you even get close to it, you can feel the cold air pouring into the temple.
Most of the steaming heat from the flames had disappeared at this time, and there was no longer any heat at all. They only felt chills on their spines, rushing straight to their foreheads!
The blade of the sword was engraved with mysterious and strange runes. In the dark environment, you could even see the firelight reflecting on the blade. The silver light was faintly beating like breathing, and the sword was whistling.
"No, this sword is probably a sword of coldness. Don't let it get on you!"
Wutuman staggered and pulled Aying backwards. Yue Guanchao and the others also retreated in the same way.
However, the speed at which everyone retreated was far less than the swiftness of the divine sword's forward thrust!
As the hilt of the sword was inserted into the gap, it had occupied most of the space in the temple. The sword was like a never-ending medicine pestle, swinging left and right and poking up and down in the temple. The crowd was divided into three parts like a school of driven fish. Four piles barely escaped the pursuit of the sword.
The Xiangyong brought by Wu Tuman dodged left and right with the sword, and his strength was almost exhausted. In addition, it was not easy to hide in this small space, which added a little anxiety, and he immediately complained.
A Niu panted and shouted: "Uncle, you should also think of a way. It's not a solution for us to hide all the time. We will eventually run out of power."
"Your old uncle, I'm not a Daluo Jinxian. This is my first time here. Don't worry, I was stabbed to death by the sword. Don't blame me for not mentioning you."
As Wu Tuman spoke, the sword blade suddenly tilted downwards and started to rotate like a fan blade. The silver light drew a stream of light in the air and went straight towards A Niu. If it was really cut off, it would definitely be on the limbs. Died by breaking and cutting in half.
When he saw the sword coming towards him, he immediately became confused. While he was hiding behind him, his feet were unsteady and he stumbled to the ground.
The sharp blade roared towards him in the blink of an eye. The blade pressed against his retreating path, biting directly between his eyebrows like a poisonous snake, and was about to stab his head through.
Yue Guanchao and Wu Tuman looked at each other. With quick eyes and hands, they quickly stepped forward, raised the scimitar and rushed towards A Niu's side. They used all their strength to lift the blade up several inches.
With a swishing sound, the sword blade passed A Niu's head, splitting the bamboo hat in two like a knife cutting tofu, and several strands of the bun on the top of his head were cut off and became loose!
Half-stepping into the gate of hell, Aniu was so surprised that he could not speak. If the blade pressed down a few more inches, his head would definitely be split open. He forgot to escape for a moment and was stunned in place.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Xiao Wu and Xiao Long quickly pulled A Niu away, away from the blade of the divine sword.
Yue Guanchao and Wu Tuman didn't expect this monster to be so powerful. They gritted their teeth with difficulty, and the veins on their foreheads protruded. They could only control the edge, but they had no strength at all if they tried to lift it up.
Even so, they could only resist for a while. When the divine sword gained half of its strength, it would be difficult for the two of them to resist. However, their purpose was not to resist the blade. Seeing that A Niu had gone far, the two of them backed away quickly. Exit the attack range of the blade.
But this step also angered the monsters outside. He gave up chasing the others and pursued the two people with a giant sword, intending to take their lives and heads!
Yue Guanchao was like a monkey jumping up and down, being chased back and forth by the sword's streamer. During the process, he turned up many times before he could barely escape the force of the cut in half.
Utuman was not so lucky. He was too old after all. Without paying attention, the sword blade split towards his chest. If the mountain scale armor was not as tough as gold, he would have been stabbed through the chest.
"Brother Yue!"
Although Ah Ying didn't say anything, Yue Guanchao also knew what this girl was thinking. He ran quickly, put his feet on the side wall and used his strength to jump forward, and in an instant, he threw the old man to the ground.
Swish!
The sharp edge of the divine sword passed by the face, and the sword energy rushed into the lungs through the mouth and nose, freezing the person's internal organs as if they were in an ice cave.
This divine sword missed a single move, and immediately pressed down, pressing the blade towards the two of them.
Yue Guanchao kicked his feet hard, and the two people were like magnets, repelling each other and sliding to both sides!
Knock, knock, the sword blade missed the target, grinding the ground to a point of lightning and sparks flying.
The monster was enraged by him and chased after him and slashed at the side wall!
When Yue Guanchao saw the blade turning, he rolled over one after another. Like a wild donkey being forced into the angle between two walls by the blade, he immediately turned around and squatted down, guarding the scimitar in front of him!
At this moment, he was locked by the monster. No matter which direction he ran, the blade could quickly sweep across and cut him into two pieces.
Yue Guanchao's current situation can be described as a dead end. There is a corner in front of him and a magic sword behind him. If he is not careful, he will be locked up and killed, and there is no room for escape.
This was not good. Everyone's hearts were in their throats. Yue Guanchao was also frightened. He wiped his forehead and saw beads of cold sweat all over it.
