The moment the thoughts were formed, Lian Fan immediately lost his ability to perceive his body.

The bones, proteins, and fat no longer exist. Under the mysterious transformation ability of spiritual energy, the flesh and blood temporarily disappeared, replaced by a sonorous figure like a soul.

Five swords of different shapes suddenly appeared in the sky.

The Western demon sword is filled with blood and soul-catching, the demonic energy is everywhere in the sky, and the red shadow is radiant.

The giant sword in the east is chosen, with a heavy force and a proud standing in the sky, like the heroic spirit of emperors and generals.

The north short sword is cut by four Chens. Although the sharp blade is short, it is as quiet as a virgin, and the sword intent is fierce.

There is no thunder in the south, no thunder in the big trick, no thunder in the golden sword, and the sound of thunder in the golden sword rolls in.

The central light blade revenges, the dazzling light blooms freely, and the agile and fearless sword.

Before the sword moves, the wind will smell first. The airflow forms a cyclone under the pressure of the sword. With these five mysterious swords as the core, it gradually gathers into a powerful storm that cannot be opened by the naked eye.

Flowers, plants, vines, shrubs, trees, birds and beasts, whine under the raging storm, the typhoon was ferocating like a typhoon crossing the border and the first time they came to these mountains and ridges. The memories of animals and creatures include the experiences taught by their ancestors, and they have never had such a horrible experience.

The dense birds struggled to escape the storm. The serval screamed and crossed the body of the Tianmu Sect's disciples, without caring about being vigilant against humans, and fled to the distance in panic.

Bu Chongzhi leaned halfway against the tree trunk before he escaped from the cave, covered in blood from the struggle. The wound on his face was ferocious, and it was scratched from the root of his ear to his chin. He was so painful that he sweated coldly, barely using a trace of spiritual energy from the exhausted sea of ​​qi to repair the wound.

This only helped to stop bleeding and was useless to his serious internal injuries.

He looked around and all his disciples fell to the ground. Bu Huaqian and Bu Xushuo, the two strongest combat powers, should be fighting with the monster in the cave.

The Tianmu Sect was trapped.

As a natural plot, Hengyuan Group used the blind spots of information to create a false kidnapping case, used Bu Huaqian's eagerness to find the girl, and used the power of the Zixu Qingwei formation to calculate the position of the owner of the jade pendant.

The jade pendant was originally a personal belonging to Bu Huaqian's granddaughter, so there was no mistake. Unexpectedly, there was someone else's blood on the jade pendant.

They found the location of the hexagram. They thought the cave was the rescue target, but a confusing heavy stone gate appeared in front of them. The spell carved on the stone gate made Bu Chongzhi feel more and more uneasy. The hidden magic array had been destroyed by the magic method, and only the sealed magic array was still operating as it was.

Bu Huaqian ordered the shaving gate to shatter, and he trusted his hexagram.

Behind the stone gate, there was only a metal coffin, and there was no sign of his granddaughter's existence. Just as the outside spiritual energy came into contact with the coffin, the monster in the coffin broke free from the shackles and rushed out.

"The Hengyuan Group's plan is so terrible..." Bu Chongzhi murmured to himself: "They are not afraid of causing fire to burn..." At the moment, he felt sad, and he didn't know whether the Tianmu Sect would be destroyed.

The sudden storm above the woods attracted Bu Chongzhi's attention.

The wind quickly became very strong, and he couldn't open his eyes. He barely supported his eyelids and looked at Fengyan. He saw the five swords that he would never forget for his life.

Bu Chong subconsciously used the Tianmu Gong, and his eyes were stained with black ink, leaving only a small red dot in his pupils, so that he could see more clearly the appearance of the swords.

He couldn't believe it: "How is it possible! Each sword is made into its own method, and its true meaning is different. Even if it is done for a hundred years, it is impossible to be proficient in these five extremely wise sword intents at the same time!"

Suddenly, a deafening howling sound came from the cave.

The voice was getting closer and closer. Bu Chongzhi's first reaction was that the sect leader and Bu Xushuo both fell inside and did not stop the monster. He could not care about the masters of the swords. He gritted his teeth and pinched a method of burning both hands, waiting for the monster to rush out and give it the most fierce frontal blow.

It was obvious that he was going to die alone, Bu Chongzhi did not think of his relatives and friends at this moment. Instead, he originated from the storm deep in the depths and sword intent. Suddenly, a name that he had heard was heard soon. In his cognition, it was probably only those mysterious guys who had no origin to use such amazing sword techniques—

Qionghua Sword Sect!

The five swords used the storm to absorb the spiritual energy from the vast world, and a vacuum area of ​​spiritual energy suddenly appeared here. Then the five swords divided the light and copied their own shapes, and combined them into a storm sword formation with twenty-four sword edges.

Lian Cheng's consciousness wandered rapidly in the direction pointed by the sword. He didn't need his eyes to see it. The consciousness enveloped the earth, staring at the cave that was gradually pulled into by the whistling sound.

A metal coffin carved with cloud patterns suddenly appeared!

"Extreme Ghost Sword Storm Style!"

Lian Cheng activated his sword move and swept towards the metal coffin. The sword formation with twenty-four swords as the core rages around the metal coffin like a dead end. The sword blade slashed and slashed the coffin to stir up a strong vibration. The continuous sound of hitting and impact force trapped the coffin firmly in place.

The metal coffin was not that strong. In less than a few seconds, the surface began to crack like cloth, peeling off, and the impact force brought by the sword formation to the limit. With an explosion, the coffin completely shattered, revealing the appearance of the coffin.

He is a long-haired weirdo wearing a gorgeous robe with a bright red background and a jade-like ghost face. He cried with joy and said loudly: "I don't know when I will return to the world. When I get three thousand yellow talismans and weapons, I will definitely make the blood flow into a river of all living beings--"

Bu Chongzhi was furious and angry: "It's indeed innate again! This spiritual pressure is so terrifying that it's unprecedented. Who is this person's opponent in the world? What kind of monster do we release..."

Fortunately, it was the gap in the attack of the sword formation that caused this man to say a lot of words.

Before I could continue to sigh, the more rapid offensive of Storm came in a blink of an eye. The characteristics of Storm were like the storm getting more and more intense. The power of the sword formation was not constant, but became stronger and stronger until the top style determined the outcome.

The first sword, Wufeng thunder, thunder rushes with the cooperation of the big black clouds, numbing it for a short time, and slapped the red-robed monster from the sky to the ground with a "ah".

The second sword, the giant sword Tianxuan, made another heavy blow, completely shattering half of the body of the red-robed monster in the soil.

The third sword, the fourth piece, blood light captures the soul, and the four Chens stabbed evil spirits at the same time, one left and one right, hitting the ground, causing strong wind pressure and impact explosion. The monster in the red robe was barely dealt with, and his sleeves were torn into cloth strips, which was even more miserable.

With the last sword, Lian Cheng's figure suddenly appeared. He held the lightsword tightly in his right hand to take revenge. The bright light burned hotly. The sword light was raised from bottom to top, and the speed was as fast as time stopped. Everything around him stopped, and only this sword was moving.

The sword light split the ghost mask of the red-robed monster and completely subdued it. Lian Cheng could feel that the man's meridians had been destroyed by the sword energy and could not resist any more.

The jade mask slid off on both sides, revealing the person's original appearance.

Liancheng hesitated.
Chapter completed!