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Blameless runs in the dark.

The long sword dragged in his right hand seemed to merge with the darkness, but it was like a dormant tooth tearing through the night sky, emitting a faint hum.

Hu Dong and more than a dozen other monks rushed towards him, one by one.

Wu Yi grabbed a pile of talismans and threw them over, and the flaming sword suddenly forced the figure to scatter left and right. He took the opportunity to rush past it, swinging his sword and slashing over a lone monk, but without stopping, he ran wildly.

Hu Dong and others then followed closely.

A stout man in front of him sat on the ground, his eyes closed, spitting out and healing.

Blameless went straight over and shouted: "Shen Xuan, eat my sword-"

That person was Shen Xuan, he didn't expect that the danger would come again in an instant, he suddenly opened his eyes, and hurriedly struggled to get up, but there was no way to dodge, and a faint and fierce wind came suddenly. His stout body shook slightly, and then turned into two halves and flew out. The moment the blood splashed, he seemed to see a man and a sword slashing across the night sky......

Everyone came one after another, one by one shocked and hated.

Hu Dong gritted his teeth and spitted, still refusing to give up. He left Gong Yue and a few others to deal with the aftermath, and continued to chase after the remaining foundation building masters.

Blameless ran out in one go, not forgetting to look back, wanting to repeat the old tricks, and then gave up stupidly. After the gang suffered heavy losses, they became more cautious and cautious, and the remaining twenty or so people were all shrewd and capable people, and they were afraid that it would be difficult to take advantage for a while.

Two hours later, the group was still chasing.

And unconsciously, in the darkness ahead, there was suddenly a little more brightness, like lightning crossing the sky, but it was silent and like a dream. However, where the faint light is, there seems to be a mountain peak towering, and a gust of wind rushing towards you. In an instant, the kind of murderous aura that was no longer familiar immediately came, and the strong cold and the majesty of the forest were suddenly daunting.

Suddenly, there was another flash of light in the sky.

Blameless looked up, slowed down, and gasped for air in surprise.

Under the restraint of prohibition, it is difficult for mana to move freely out of the body. When you run, it's like carrying a load. The hardships in the meantime can be imagined. Who let those monks chase after them, they are all vicious fellows. And in this life, people may be in a chasing frolic. As long as you don't die, you can always zigzag forward.

Ahead was an extremely open place, with a lone peak rising from the ground. It occupies an area of only a few miles, about 300 zhang high, or ordinary, but from a distance, it looks like a sharp mound of graves standing in the desolation. Especially on the top of the mountain, from time to time, a few lightning bolts exploded silently, and at the moment of tearing through the darkness, countless killing machines were poured out, and then turned into a cold wind that swept in all directions and was strange and inexplicable.

Wan Jian Peak?

Wu Ji looked at the mountain peak thousands of feet away, and his expression was a little puzzled. And after a while, he looked down and looked inward, as if he had a sudden moment.

In the sea of qi in the body, there was no more sword light swirling, and a little more and more condensed spiritual liquid was lonely. However, at this moment, in the depths of the silence, it seemed to be pulsating and breathing, and there were four qi machines through the divine soul, through the void, and heading straight for the top of the mountain. It's like a call in the dark, making it difficult for people to be themselves!

Don't think about it, that's Wanjian Peak!

His four divine swords are on top of the peak......

Blameless looked up and looked behind him.

A group of people approached twenty or thirty zhang away, and their cultivation varied, and because of their exhaustion, they were staggered from far and near each other and were slightly confused.

Wu Yi took out a few pills and threw them into his mouth, smacking them with a taste, and then he bared his teeth again, turned around and walked away.

Hu Dong stopped, beckoned everyone to gather together for a short rest, and then whispered again, and then continued to chase with high spirits.

In a moment, the mountain peaks are close at hand.

Without blame, castration does not stop, and goes straight to the bottom of the mountain. He was about to jump up a hill when he couldn't help but be slightly startled.

Looking at Wanjian Peak from a distance, it is weird enough, and in the middle of it, the situation is even more mysterious.

The foot of the mountain is quite gentle, with no gravel blocking the way, and after halfway up the mountain, the mountain suddenly steepens. And the mountain is full of short swords, dense and innumerable, like a sharp jungle. As the light on the top of the mountain flickered, the fierce power poured down, and then passed through the edge, emitting a low and piercing hum, like the sound of ten thousand swords killing, and like a burst of murderous roar, suddenly making people's souls shake and palpitate.

The mound of ten thousand swords is really extraordinary!

Go up the mountain without blame.

Only a few feet away, there was a flash of light on the top of the mountain. In an instant, an inexplicable power fell from the sky. Faintly, a few condensed wisps of wind "whined".

Wu Yi only felt a chill down his back, and then his eyes shrank, and he danced wildly in the air with a sword in both hands, and then there was a muffled sound of "bang". He couldn't hold it anymore, and his body staggered, and it wasn't until he retreated to the place where he could stand firm, as if his arms were numb and the palpitations were still there.

Above the mountain, darkness returns.

Under the dome, there was silence in all directions.

It's like the chaos of the eternal world, and it only refines thousands of sharp edges into a tomb.

And the whole mountain peak is still cold and severe. It seems that the edge will be leaked at any time, or it will break the yin and yang and recreate the world!

Wu Yi secretly exclaimed, raised the sword in his hand and looked at it intently.

On the five-foot blunt sword refined by Xuantie, there were a few more shallow nicks. It was clearly caused by a heavy blow, which shows the fierceness of the wind. No, that should be the wind blade turned into sword qi, it is easy to break gold and jade, and it is idle to kill and ask for souls!

No blame is an afterthought, and he suddenly became a little more careful.

Hu Dong and the others had already rushed to the foot of the mountain, and they were not busy climbing the mountain, but scattered left and right, obviously coming prepared.

Blameless looked back at the crowd at the foot of the mountain, grabbed a talisman and threw it over. The flames came, and the figures were scurrying. He grinned in disgust as he climbed up the hill.

Before it was far away, a few rays of light flashed again on the top of the mountain, and then the cold wind swept sideways, and pieces of wind blades whistled down.

Wu Blame had a lesson from the past, and hurriedly dodged. In a hurry, he couldn't help but take a few steps back. When the danger passed, he spread his feet and walked quickly. After a moment, the wind blade whimpered again. He had to slowly rush to the top of the mountain in a roundabout way and retreat.

After half an hour, they finally reached the halfway point of the mountain.

I saw countless sharp swords, stuck in the hard rocks, all over the mountains, all the way to the peak. As the light streaked across the night sky, the blades of different lengths suddenly shone with cold light. In a trance, a jungle like a sharp edge blocked the way. Especially whenever the sword qi was raging, the Dao Dao sword blade shook and emitted a "buzzing" roar, as if it was in harmony with the sound of the wind, and like a murderous roar and roar.

Blameless crouched down, dodged a few wind blades again, and then slowly stepped into the sword bush with a stunned look in his eyes.

Hu Dong and the others then slowly chased after them, far away twenty or thirty zhang away.

At the feet of Blameless, there is a sharp sword.

The small blade, still more than a foot long, the hilt and blade are quite delicate, should be a good treasure, but with mottled rust, God knows how many years it has been silent here.

Blameless reached out, gently grasped the hilt of the sword, secretly exerted, and then shook his head again and gave up. The sharp sword was stuck into the rock, no more than two or three inches, but it was extremely solid, as if casting, and it was difficult to shake. He stepped over the sword and walked forward slowly, step by step.

A radius of several miles from halfway up the mountain to the top of the mountain, two hundred zhang, is filled with no less than thousands of short swords. Walking through such a strange sword bush is a special taste.

Suddenly, the light flickered on the top of the mountain.

Blameless hurriedly raised the Darkiron Sword and leaned down to concentrate. The killing machines all around shook around, and a low and piercing sword roar sounded. Immediately after that, a few wind blades swept across his scalp, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Escaping a catastrophe again, it's really a step-by-step killing. He was about to get up, when he suddenly turned his head to look behind him.

At this time, he was already halfway up the mountain, and he was already in the depths of the sword thicket.

The many monks who were chasing after him also quickened their pace, approaching more than ten zhang away, and they all pinched the magic trick and waved their hands one by one. The short sword stuck in the rock, which was originally difficult to shake, suddenly rose from the ground one after another......

Hey, that copper-cast iron short sword can fly?

Blameless's eyes widened, in disbelief.

Isn't it an evil one, how can those guys drive the flying sword?

And there are thousands of sharp blades all over the mountains, and if they fly together, it can be said that ten thousand arrows are fired at once, like a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, it is simply a deadly posture! Dare to ask the heavens and the earth, and ask the gods of all directions, what should I do now that I have fallen into the trap again?

"Hehe! The sword that drives the sword mound is my Huang Yuanshan secret method. In order to deal with you, I have to sacrifice this last resort!"

Hu Dong was short in stature, and he was very inconspicuous when he stood in the darkness of the sword bush. And when he laughed, it was eye-catching, but there was a little more hatred and helplessness in his laughter.

Since stepping into the sword shrine, he has gone to great lengths to find that opponent and find out his details. It is said that he was a villain who plagued the immortal sect, not only cultivating weird, but also cunning and changeable, and repeatedly escaped the pursuit of the predecessors of the immortals. In particular, he carried the divine sword of the ancient sword mountain with him, which was even more concerned by the elders of the sect, and sent out a letter and a brief message that he must be left in the sword shrine. Only in this way can we avoid the pursuit of several immortal sects and finally keep the treasure.

As a result, layers of traps were set up along the way, and there was a killing machine in the killing machine, and there was a danger in the danger. And even with such a hard time, he still escaped again and again. Now I want to see if he can escape from the Ten Thousand Swords!

Hu Dong urged the magic technique to raise his hand and pointed, and several short swords in front of him roared away......