Chapter 674: Ten Thousand Swords Sword Tide!

on the sea stalls.

The two sides confronted each other.

The eldest grandson Ru used his own strength to fight against the masters.

Fortunately, there are ten thousand swords in hand, and the offense and defense are integrated.

Let a group of masters have no choice but to hold together and attack with darts.

Correct!

Ten thousand swords are different, and ten thousand small swords can do whatever you want.

Attack, or defend, over and over again.

Darts are limited.

However, the eldest grandson Ru is clear in his heart, don't look at the upper hand now, once the palace army arrives, everything will be over!

However, Changsun Ru still had a glimmer of hope.

Suddenly!

The sky in the distance was red, and Changsun Ru's face suddenly showed excitement.

However, the excitement didn't last long.

Changsun Ru's face darkened, for a person who has already had the will to die, the last hope can only be dashed is to speed up his pace towards death.

Raise your palm and slap it on the chest.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, straight onto the Ten Thousand Swords.

Just when the eldest grandson Ru patted his chest, the suspended small sword had an obvious fall.

But when the blood sprayed onto the body of the Ten Thousand Swords, it floated in the air again.

The transformation of this moment was accurately captured by Luo Chengcheng.

The black and white double sword arrived as scheduled.

The twin swords flew up and down alternately, passing through the sword curtain composed of small swords, and directly taking the eldest grandson Ru behind.

See you soon!

The blood seemed to be sucked in the body of the Ten Thousand Swords, and the entire body of the sword suddenly emitted a strange red light.

In the next second, the thin scales of the ten thousand swords were peeled off again, and the entire sword body was smaller again.

Small swords with shimmering red light form a second curtain wall, keeping the black and white swords out.

Batu stepped forward and said to Xiao Qingli:

"Master, please have someone help a certain brother break through the first layer of the sword curtain. ”

The bull head and the horse face took the initiative to ask for help, and said loudly:

"Our brother helps you!"

After speaking, the pipa lock was smashed out, and with the advantage of its heavy weapon, plus the cultivation of the two grandmasters, the first sword curtain was broken open.

In an instant, the small sword flew away, not only filling the loophole in an instant, but also dividing two small swords to attack the enemy.

It's too small, it's too fast.

The bull head and the horse face were careless, and they were hit one after another.

One shoulder of the two was each opened by a small sword hole with a blood hole.

"Ahhh~~~~~h

With two roars, the pipa lock smashed frantically towards the sword curtain again.

One, two, three!

No matter how many times it is broken, the small sword can repair the sword curtain in an instant.

However, when it was smashed open for the third time, Batu and the other eight people made a move.

Eight sharp arrows, as fast as flying stars.

Seven arrows form a circle outside, one in the center and a cluster of arrows behind.

Passing through the first sword curtain, the circle of arrows formed by the eight sharp arrows was shrinking, and when facing the second red light sword curtain, the seven arrows in the outer circle were already about to gather together.

This is a master of archery, the ultimate mastery of the flight trajectory of arrows.

"Ding!"

Seven arrows shot into the red light sword curtain one point in unison, as if the attack power of the seven grandmaster masters was concentrated at one point.

The red light sword curtain is broken!

The eighth arrow passed through the sword curtain smoothly and went straight to Changsun Ru.

I don't know if it's the confidence of the sword curtain, or the carelessness of the moment.

"Poof".

The sharp arrow pierced the shoulder of Changsun Ru, and the blood was like an infusion!

"Hahaha!"

Changsun Ru burst into a crazy laugh.

I saw that he let the wound go unattended, and brought the wound close to the ten thousand swords, allowing the blood to flow out and pour it.

Red Light Dasheng!

Ten thousand swords peeled off several layers in an instant, leaving only a smooth and simple dagger.

Connection!

The sword swept over the spot like a red tide.

The tide of swords was like a stack, and wave after wave rushed towards the masters.

The bull's head and the horse's face roared again.

The two of them were full of energy, black energy, and there were more than a dozen bloody skulls around them.

The first wave of swords was stopped.

The second wave struck again, and everyone retreated!

Yellow springs and ghost fires flashed out.

Biluo suddenly stretched out more than ten meters in three ways, and the three blades rotated like flying.

The second wave was blocked, and the third wave of swords rose again!

An air-dead wind lamp spun and flew out, and the ghost fire shouted behind its lamp.

But see!

Countless specks of pluto flew out of the lamp.

The third wave of swords stopped.

Suddenly!

"Wow!" rang out.

In the field, there was a seven-meter red wave, overwhelming.

Everyone exclaimed!

In the red waves, the red sword shimmers, and the sword is swallowed.

It's like a giant beast devouring people!!

"Ding!"

A crisp chord sounded.

The pressure brought by the red wave seems to have been swept away.

The tide is pressing downward, but it can't go any further.

Everyone calmly retreated, leaving the swept range of the wave.

Only one woman, who was playing the piano on the floor, remained on the spot.

Nine wonderful sounds!

The Kunlun Sect's Divine Comedy is a miracle that Liyue has always been able to fight the enemy.

This song is the mystery of Xuanmen, and the music is also mysterious, and the whole music and rhythm case all hide mysteries.

Its sound, Jiuxiao Gao Zhen, Pan Jing Taixia.

Its law, Xiao Yongdong Zhang, Jin Zhen Langyu.

Its shape, flowing clouds and vast, jade sound breathing.

The reason is that the spirit gathers the soul and is natural.

Qianqiu Liyue is not here, and the only one who can play this song is Xiao Qingli, the 19th generation master sister of the Kunlun faction!

For a while, not only Changsun Ru was shocked, but also those who knew Xiao Qingli well were also amazed.

You know, Xiao Qingli is not even a grandmaster.

"I'll see how long you can stop!!"

Changsun Ru let out a loud shout, holding a simple little sword, and the internal force of his whole body penetrated!

I went crazy and inserted it into my chest!

Suddenly.

The demonic red light is flourishing.

The sword tide rises again, covering the sky and the sun!

Xiao Qingli spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

When he saw that everyone was about to be swallowed up by the tide of swords.

An earth-shattering roar rang out in the sky.

"Chirp ~~~~~~~~~~~!"

A golden behemoth broke through the sword tide and landed in front of Xiao Qingli.

King Garuda.

A pair of golden wings are flapped, and the wind is blowing!

The wind blew stronger and stronger, and the air flow was faster than expected.

Even the crowd behind King Garuda had a feeling of difficulty breathing.

In the face of strong winds.

At the beginning, Changsun Ru could still use the sword curtain to counteract, but he couldn't last a few breaths, and the sword curtain was broken layer by layer.

Changsun Ru's whole person was blown away, and countless small swords fell from time to time.

In the air, Changsun Ru's whole body was full of true qi, and the blood from the wound flew out as if he didn't want money.

Ground!

A cold light flashed, and the ancient dagger in Changsun Ru's hand came out of his hand, and the person also let out a wild howl:

"Heavenly Sword!!"

The dagger is still the same dagger, but it is wrapped in a layer of sword qi outside!

The sword qi becomes a sword, and the ancient pattern is sharp.

The ancient sword breaks through the sky!

It's cold!

It only makes people tremble at the sight.

Before he could react, the cold light swept over the huge body of King Garuda, and blood flashed in front and back of his body.

There was a cry, and King Garuda's house-like body fell.

Everyone was shocked and hurriedly joined forces to drag King Garuda aside.

The eldest grandson fell from the sky, his face was bloodless, and his lips were white, which was a sign of excessive blood loss.

"Prepare to die!!" Changsun Ru shouted wildly.

Xiao Qingli's clothes were bloody, and he put the seven-string spring rain in front of everyone, and shouted:

"Come on, see which of us dies first!"

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, Changsun Ru raised his hands again, and the sword tide behind him rose again, and sneered:

"Just because of you, you want to stop me?"

"Click" a few times, the seven-string spring rain opened and transformed.

Holding the spring rain in his hand, his long hair flying, Xiao Qingli was fearless, and said loudly:

"I am the nineteenth generation senior sister of the Kunlun Sect!"

Without wanting to say more, Eldest Sun Ru's face turned pale again, and even the light in his eyes dimmed a little.

But it's a near-death state!

Hold up the spirit and press down with one hand.

The tide of swords rushed out, like a tiger out of the mountain, like a loose horse!