Lin Haoran has not spoken, not speaking does not mean that he is calm, on the contrary, his heart fluctuates like waves, he believes that Xiaoyue did not intend to betray, but the reason is not important, what matters is the result.

Xiaoyue's rebellion against the sect is already a fact, if she dies in battle, she will still be the head of the Xiaoru Peak of the Qingtian Sword Sect, in other words, Xiaoyue Zhenren can only wash away the filth on her body if she dies.

High in the sky, the extremely gorgeous fighting method has entered the point of white heat.

Qin Qiuhe turned into a cloud hanging from the sky, firmly locking on the stone statue of Mo Xinyan, and the other masters used all means to bombard violently, and the thick true yuan bloomed with colorful colors in the air, and I didn't know what kind of material Mo Xinyan's stone carving was carved from, and in the face of the bombardment of the masters of the Mahayana period, it was unscathed.

"I'm afraid the statue of Xinyan Shizu won't last long. "I'm going to help." ”

As he spoke, the figure was already above the heavens, and the sword was pointing at the country, and the sword light was scattered like a peerless overlord, and the dark brown light violently hit the clouds.

In the distance, there was the sound of thousands of troops breaking through the air, and when he looked back, he saw that the black clouds in the middle of the sky had surrounded the Sword Sect, and thousands of black rays of light shot towards the square.

"Demon Sect!" a monk exclaimed, in fact, he didn't need to prompt, they all looked at it, and the boundless demon cultivator came out of the black clouds.

"I don't even know what's going on. A monk said angrily: "Lao Tzu is here to observe the catastrophe, why did he encounter a large number of demon cultivators attacking the Sword Sect." ”

As he spoke, the monk had already engaged the Demon Sect monk in close combat.

The Demon Sect monks are led by demons, and the target they kill is the group of neutral monks, but once the battle situation occurs, how can the melee be avoided?

Although there are many Demon Sect monks, the number of 100,000 monks is even more, and who can still discern the direction when the battle starts.

"It's time. ”

Lin Haoran looked up at the sky, the blue sky that had been blocked by the masters of the Mahayana period, thunder sounded, and the thunder pillar thick with a bucket fell violently, smashing through the sea of stars and fire, and rushed straight towards Lin Haoran.

Thunder Tribulation, Breaking the Realm and Soaring.

The catastrophe that belonged to Lin Haoran came, he waved his palm and shot out layers of sword shadows, facing the rushing thunder pillar, and he jumped into the air, and the thunder pillar that blocked the sword shadow for a while slashed at Lin Haoran again.

Seeing Lin Haoran leaving, everyone fell on the big stone in their hearts, if Lin Haoran crossed the ground, I am afraid that few of the 100,000 monks would be able to support the residual power of the thunder pillar, and they would be bombarded into flesh by the thunder pillar without distinguishing between each other.

Xihua Zhenren told Jing Yao and Lin Tianxing two sentences, lest Lin Haoran lose, and the sword followed.

"Let's do it. Lin Tianxing said coldly, and the three stone swords flew out of his body in an instant, but his eyes looked at the mysterious array formed by the Confucian disciples.

Jing Yao nodded.

The disciples of the Buddha Sect had already exchanged hands with the Demon Sect, and their cooperation collapsed after the arrival of Qin Qiuhe, and the battlefield of the masters of the Mahayana period rose to the sky, and the strongest cultivator on the ground was the merger period.

"Burst. Huang Xiufeng drank in a deep voice.

The pre-arranged killing array is like layers of fish scales, churning on the ground and feeling the sea mystery waves.

Everyone felt that their feet were empty, and they fell into the endless abyss, and their eyes were pitch black, and after a while, a dazzling sword light appeared in their eyes.

In the underground sword cave, Huang Xiufeng induced the formation to send a large number of monks into the crypt, compared to 100,000 monks...... No, plus the Demon Sect monks, there were at least 200,000 monks gathered in the Sword Sect Square, and Huang Xiufeng could only teleport a very small number of cultivators into the Sword Cave.

The mysterious array composed of Confucian monks blew across the battlefield like a whirlwind, the wind disappeared, and the thunder swept through countless monks.

Unlike the skirmishers of other monks, the Confucian monks are united, and who is still the opponent.

There are seven or eight masters in the Confucianism during the merger period, and these people exist, and they are huddled together, and the monks who fight against them instantly turn into a wisp of dust.

In the face of such a treacherous array, Jing Yao and the three of them couldn't help but retreat again and again, no matter what, the Sword Sect was always the target of the first punishment of Confucianism.

Huang Xiufeng jumped up, and the fifty-six chess pieces were like fifty-six mountains, smashing into the Confucian array.

"What kind of formation is this. Huang Xiufeng secretly smacked his tongue, with his comprehension of the formation, he couldn't see through the changes in the Confucian array.

The Confucian array was like a fierce beast devouring everything, and there was nothing to stop it in its pass, and many monks were frightened and hurriedly withdrew from the square.

Jing Yao and the three of them originally intended to rise into the sky and see the changes and trends of the Confucian formation, but many masters of the Mahayana period had already made their best moves in the sky.

There was a four-elephant formation of Qin Qiuhe in the sky, and it was less than three zhang into the air, and it was violently shaken down by a force of air pressure.

"Let's go!" Jing Yao shouted.

Unfolding the ethereal steps, jumping out from the top of everyone's heads, Lin Tianxing and Huang Xiufeng hurriedly followed, and if they continued to consume, they had to be swallowed by the Confucian array.

Jing Yao ran away for a distance, raised her right hand, her autumn pupil-like gaze implied a vicious aura, and the sword domain opened, instantly strangling the demon cultivators who followed.

The square has been filled with strange colors and spiritual power, and the 200,000 monks can't distinguish between friend and foe.

Huang Xiufeng turned his head and made a palm, the surging wind blew away the monks who followed, and Lin Tianxing's three stone swords formed a rapidly rotating shield under his control, surging all the way to the disciples of the Buddha Sect, and the swirling sword vortex brought up a large area of bright red blood, buying time for the evacuation of the disciples of the Sword Sect.

"It's not the way to go. Huang Xiufeng shouted in tears, and the earth-shattering killing sound even overshadowed Lin Haoran's heavenly tribulation.

"There is no way, the Confucian people are crazy. Lin Tianxing said angrily, no matter what kind of attack hit the Confucian Formation, it always couldn't splash any waves, and Lin Tianxing was discouraged.

There were less than ten Sword Sect disciples who had evacuated, and the ground had been soaked in bright red blood, and the surviving Sword Sect disciples' eyes were red and swollen, Jing Yao hurriedly shouted: "Hurry up, go to the teleportation array." ”

The teleportation array modified by the witch cultivation secret technique was enough to support more than ten people to teleport at the same time, and a Sword Sect disciple asked anxiously, "What should you do with Senior Brother Lin?"

"Let's go. Jing Yao burst out: "Don't worry about us." ”

The disciple hesitated for a moment, and when he saw Jing Yao, Lin Tianxing, and Huang Xiufeng, the three of them blocked the chasing demon cultivators, gritted their teeth, and left first, staying would only become a drag, so it was better to leave as soon as possible.

In addition to the departure of the disciples of the Sword Sect, the other monks did not want to give their lives in vain, and fought and retreated.

"Withdraw. Huang Xiufeng threw out a big chess piece, a scene of criss-crossing chessboards erected, the Confucian Qi array slowly surged over, the two formations collided silently, Huang Xiufeng snorted, his face flushed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.