Could it be this war slave who has been carving things...... Is it completely broken? The other war slaves are subconsciously protecting this person as if they were protecting the robe?

When fighting with the sword slave, Wang Daochang couldn't help but have this somewhat ridiculous thought in his heart;

Then he shook his head slightly, which naturally could not be true.

War slaves should be similar to puppets, except that they have the instinct to fight, and they will continue to act until they kill the other party, and all actions are also for this order.

But it's not that simple, they also seem to support each other and rescue each other......

As soon as I thought of it, these war slaves may not have completely extinguished their minds, and they may still be immortals who came out of the earth, and they wanted to die for the heavenly court, but they were refined by the Tianfeng Gate into such a human, ghost, and immortal......

Struggling for tens of thousands of years......

At this time, Wang Sheng actually didn't want them to still have their own minds, how painful the suffering they went through.

He would rather these were five corpses, five instruments without any emotion, and he would do his best to send them where they belonged......

Wang Sheng suddenly felt that if the Tianfeng Gate was immortal in the future, it would be an obstacle to his Dao heart.

The flying cloud sword has passed through the clouds, and the crape myrtle dominates the stars!

Wang Sheng was already fighting with all his might, except for the fact that the Spiritless Sword was not there, he had already exerted all the power he could exert at this time.

Qinglian can only kill one person, and then she will fall into absolute passivity due to too much immortal power consumption;

After fighting a thousand moves, this sword slave is already a little miserable, with more than 100 wounds on his body, and his own movements have been slightly affected by the continuous aggravation of his injuries.

But the sword slave was still fighting, and there seemed to be more light in his eyes.

With Wang Shengdao as a guide, this sword slave's sword path seems to be awakening, and it is also slowly waking up from its slumber!

Looking at Wang Sheng again, there were more than twenty or thirty wounds on his left arm, and there was also a shallow scar on his cheek.

He and the sword slave attack quickly, and sometimes in order to inflict injuries on the other party, he can only exchange his own injuries......

Wang Sheng dared to change his injuries because he had a golden treasure armor that the other party couldn't break, and he only needed to protect the key point of his neck, as long as he could bear the injuries of his limbs, as long as he didn't cut off his limbs directly, it would not affect his strength.

After all, he cultivates the Yuan Shen Dao, the Dao body is just the carrier, and the Yuan Shen is the main one.

But this sword slave is completely unaware of his own injuries.

His heart was pierced by the Flying Cloud Sword, and he was just pressed at random, and his neck was almost pierced by the Flying Cloud Sword, but he only stopped breathing meaninglessly.

The two of them frantically attacked each other in this void, their sword moves like antelope hanging on their horns, and their figures were like two stars that were rapidly surrounding, and Wang Sheng even missed the opportunity to get rid of the entanglement of this sword slave a few times.

Reason told Wang Sheng that he was going to kill the bow and spear war slave or the wood carving war slave, but at this time, Wang Sheng kept asking two questions in his heart:

Why do you still have to insist?

Why don't you fall yet?

The sword dao of the two collided with each other at this time, and some mysterious resonance had already occurred, and Wang Sheng saw the painful, struggling, and extremely dazed soul under the face of this sword slave......

As a result, new questions arose in Wang Sheng's heart, these were just thoughts that appeared in his heart when he fought fiercely with the sword slave.

Who the hell is this sword slave?

Are the people of Heaven or the enemies of Heaven? The immortals who walked out of the earth more than a thousand years ago?

I don't know.

The opponent's footwork is not inferior to his own seven-star step, although the swordsmanship is not in order, the sword realm is not even inferior compared to his own at this time.

Wang Sheng relied on only the Ziwei Heavenly Sword and the Kangjin Treasure Armor to gradually suppress this sword slave, after all, the sword slave's cultivation was in the late stage of the True Immortal Realm, and the strength of the sword was much stronger than his own.

Finally, Wang Sheng's sword momentum completely overwhelmed the sword slave, and when Wang Sheng beat the sword slave in a row, he retreated;

The rhythm of this sword fight is also completely in his own hands.

The next sword is the end of this sword slave......

Wang Sheng gave this sword slave enough respect, he held the sword and moved, rolling out the sky and the galaxy, among the Ziwei Heavenly Sword, the power of the 'Galaxy of Stars' second only to the Ziwei sword was swayed with all his might.

The starlight gathered, like waves of thousands of miles, rolling towards the figure of this sword slave.

At this moment, the scarred sword slave reflected countless bright lights in his eyes, as if he had suddenly found himself......

At this time, the sword slave had no way to retreat, the archers were still seriously injured and could not shoot arrows to stop Wang Sheng, although the war slave holding the double axe rushed towards Wang Sheng at this time, but was directly forced back by the sword shadow in the starlight.

As for the female war slave holding the piccolo, it seemed that she was just quietly watching this side at this time, and the piccolo in her hand was slowly put down, and her empty eyes seemed to reveal a trace of tiredness and relief......

Only the war slave who carved the wood carving still only lowered his head and carved the wood carving, regardless of the war at all.

'Who am I......'

Wang Sheng seemed to hear a low murmur in his heart.

This is the voice of the Dao, the resonance of the Dao, and the trembling of the Dao heart at the moment when he is about to annihilate this sword slave.

But the next scene made Wang Sheng's eyes split, and his heart was fierce!

The moment before the starlight engulfed the sword slave, the sword slave completely gave up dodging, and he took a half step forward, allowing a few scars to be added to his body;

But the fairy sword in the sword slave's hand shined again, but it was even brighter than when the battle was fierce at the beginning!

A set of swordsmanship was quickly unleashed in the hands of the sword slave.

That was only the last three moves of this set of swordsmanship, but it should definitely not appear on this sword slave at this time, and it should not be presented in front of Wang Sheng's eyes!

He recognized this sword, and after seeing it in the Seventy-two Forbidden Land of the Sword, he had been impressed!

The sword walks softly, and the sword dance is still drunk.

What a move to the sun and the moon, borrowing wine and laughing in the breeze!

A sword light split the stars, and in the sword light, a full moon rose, a red sun hung in the sky, there seemed to be a boundless earth under the sun and moon, and the mountains and rivers were all shown in this sword!

Shushan sword first!

Weathering the sun and the moon!

But the person who wields this sword technique is already at the end of the crossbow after all.

The sword light was just manifested, and then it was shattered.

After all, this sword slave still hung down the fairy sword in his hand weakly, and was swallowed by the sword light that Wang Sheng played, and there were forty-nine more sword marks on his body in an instant, and the fairy sword in his hand slipped weakly, and his body floated in the void......

At this moment, Wang Sheng actually had time to accept the recruitment.

But the choice Wang Sheng made was still to let the sword slave die, so that he could get rid of the pain of becoming a war slave of Tianfengmen......

The sword has been struck.

Wang Sheng's figure appeared behind the sword slave, but he couldn't help but hurriedly turn around to feel the little remaining qi of the sword slave.

When he saw the faint smile on the corner of the sword slave's mouth, Dao Xin was out of anger, his fingertips pierced into his palms, and his teeth were almost crushed.

Raising the sword, he wanted to kill the last chance of the sword slave and let him go, and then packed up his body and sent him back to his hometown......

But Wang Shengdao's heart was trembling, he couldn't cut this sword at all, he didn't know where his feelings for the sword slave came from, this should have been just a simple hometown feeling, but at this moment it was like a brotherhood of life and death.

The sword slave's face was completely unfamiliar, and he was covered in scars, and there was no way to tell who he was.

Lift the sword, and fall again.

At this time, there should be no delay, he and Lishang are still in danger, and Lishang seems to have fallen into a disadvantage, after all, her supernatural powers are not invincible, and they can't last forever.

A strong wind suddenly hit on the side, Wang Sheng turned his head suddenly, killing intent burst out in his eyes, and a low roar came out of his mouth.

The war slave holding the giant axe came to kill, but Wang Sheng did not dodge, and directly hit the head-on, the thunder flashed again, but the end of the thunder directly hit the war slave's chest, and the war slave was directly repulsed!

Wang Sheng's figure appeared at the end of the thunder light, under the giant axe, almost face-to-face with this somewhat thin war slave!

The right hand let go of the Feiyun Sword, and the dragon sword on his back flew up on its own, and was held by Wang Sheng with his raised hand, followed by a shock to his arm!

The blade of the sword slashed over the heads of the two men, severing the two axe-wielding arms from their forearms!

Blood spilled, Wang Sheng kicked the war slave away, his eyes were full of coldness, but he turned his head to look at the wood carving war slave.

At this time, the female war slave was already standing beside the wood carving war slave, and it seemed that she also had the intention of protection.

Celestial Wind ......

Heavenly Wind!

Wang Sheng whispered silently in the void, holding Feiyun in his left hand and dragging the dragon sword in his right hand, rushing towards the last two uninjured war slaves.

At this point in the war, the bow and spear war slave was the first to be seriously injured, and the sword slave who had fought fiercely with Wang Sheng for nearly 2,000 moves was also dying, and the giant axe war slave was cut off with both hands, leaving only the piccolo female war slave whose spell was restrained by the dragon sword and sword spirit, and the wood carving war slave who had never known what he was doing......

Overall, Wang Sheng actually solved most of the threats of the Five War Slaves well and quickly.

Rushing forward, the Heavenly Tribulation Sword Intent was ready to go, and Wang Sheng's killing intent was strong in his heart.

However, things happened suddenly.

The thunder flash was about to be cast, and the thunder light was about to converge, but Wang Sheng's figure stopped in the void without warning, and the momentum of the forward rush was gone, and he was even more motionless, as if time had been suspended.

Looking at the war slave who had been bowing his head to carve wood carvings, he had stopped his movements at this time, staring at Wang Sheng with godless eyes, holding a puppet in his left hand, and the puppet was facing Wang Sheng's location.

Ancient sorcery!

Wang Sheng was shocked and angry in his heart, he suddenly couldn't perceive the location of most of his Dao body, the Yuan Shen seemed to be imprisoned in his body, and although the immortal power in his body was still flowing normally, he just couldn't control the Dao body to do anything.

Even, the original god couldn't get out of the body, and was completely locked in the Dao body.

His eyes were open, but he seemed to be blind.

My heart was still beating, but I didn't feel any strength......

Only the immortal sense can still probe the surroundings, and there is no difference from before.

The seriously wounded bow and spear slave seemed to be waiting for this moment, he had already gotten up, pulled out the longbow, and a cyan arrow gathered in the longbow, aiming at Wang Sheng's forehead.

The piccolo female war slave also sacrificed a treasure tripod at this time, and a black light shone out from the ding, directly slashing at Wang Sheng's neck......

It turned out that this was the spell of the fifth war slave, no wonder the other war slaves were seriously injured and did not let themselves get close to this person.

But......

Wang Sheng snorted coldly in his heart, the Yuan Shen sat cross-legged in the Heavenly Mansion, the five sword intents slowly circled around the Yuan Shen, and a mysterious Dao rhyme bloomed from his immovable Dao body!

Where is the heart sword!

I saw Wang Sheng's chest, a touch of colorful light surging rapidly, and the Feixia Sword slowly flew out, but it contained Wang Sheng's heart sword.

Led by the Feixia Sword, Wang Sheng's shoulders and knees each had immortal light flowing, and the four Feiyun Swords slowly flew out, and the Feiyun Sword in Wang Sheng's hand was also trembling gently.

Although the Dao body is restricted, Wang Sheng can still control the sword with his heart!

And although the Yuan Shen was trapped in the Dao body, at this time, he raised his sword finger and quickly pinched the sword seal, and the low shouts of the Yuan Shen continued to vibrate in the void.

"The name of the sword has no beginning, and the name of the sword has no end! Qiankun borrows the law, and the two swords chase the wind!"

In an instant, two Feiyun swords shot towards the wood carving war slave, bringing out two swirling and staggered trails.

The remaining three flying swords hovered around him, first knocking back the black light, and then protecting Wang Sheng's forehead, knocking away the incoming arrows.

This is the last hand of Wang Shengliu, Shushan......

"Edgeworthiness ......"

The sword slave opened his eyes slightly, his breath was like a gossamer, and a faint light gradually appeared in his eyes, just like the return of a mortal when he was dying.