"Uncle Gu, since you could fight against Zhan Jiuzhou for the sake of Chengyun Valley and our three sword masters, today we can give up our lives for you.

If we leave in this way, how can we have the face to go back to the sect, face the Lord and your fellow disciples, and face the young Lord and the Qingqiu envoy? " Shiyingyan monk kangran and others shook their heads and said without hesitation.

"That's right. If we muddle along today, how can we face others in the future?" Wu Mingcheng and others also said with righteous words.

"Choke..." finish saying, all people draw out the long sword coincidentally.

"Tianyun, sword out!"

"From the cloud, the soul of the sword!"

"Flying sword, clouds!" The three swordsmen are the strongest, and they will definitely fight again.

In the cheers of the Qing Dynasty, other disciples also drew their swords. Wu Mingcheng and others have been preparing magic weapons for a long time, but they also fly out again.

Hundreds of swords crossed the sky, forming a huge sword net, shining out a thrilling cold light.

Although there is a huge gap between their accomplishments and Duan Qingyun's, hundreds of them work at the same time, and they have no reservation. All of them are the most unique skills of the major shangzongs and even the very ones, but their power can not be underestimated, and the magic weapons are even more powerful.

"To die!" Duan Qingyun has been used to running rampant in tianjiyu these years. He didn't expect that xuanjiyu's young saints would have such courage. He dared to do it by himself. He tried his best and put on a desperate posture. He burst into a rage and gathered his holy spirit.

See when Yingyan and others can't help but say directly desperately, Gu Fenghua also helpless, stop obviously too late, she also can only lift the sword to cut down.

Lorne and others knew it would be like this, and they would never give up their companions and run for their own lives at such a time. At the same time of Gu Fenghua's sword, they also shot again.

The Four Swords condensed into one, and the golden swords of the night cloud fell alternately.

Of course, Weng Yuanming's brothers won't do it. Duan Qingyun hates them most now. Even if it's just to protect his life, they must do their best.

Hundreds of swords, together with dozens of magic weapons, fell down on the ethereal and illusory hand shadow.

"Boom!" In Chengyun Valley, there was a loud noise. Several disciples with weak cultivation were shocked to break their eardrums, and blood was pouring out of their ears.

The mountains are shaking, and the whole Chengyun Valley is shaking violently. The broken rocks and the billowing dust almost cover half of the valley.

……

"What's going on?" Outside the Chengyun Valley, Fu Yunguan, Guan Yuanshan and Meng Wuhen looked at each other in astonishment.

Even outside the border, they can feel the strong vibration in Chengyun Valley, but they can't see what happened across the border.

Mu QingHan looked to the valley, eyebrows slightly pick.

"Young master, is something wrong?" Fu Yun Guan worried said.

"It doesn't make sense. There's not much danger in Chengyun valley. Even if there's an accident when collecting Liuli yuxu flowers, it shouldn't be so big." Guan Yuanshan was puzzled.

Mu QingHan did not speak, and Shangguan Qingxue look at each other, see each other's eyes.

Fu Guanyun didn't know the existence of the peerless weapon, but they did. Did someone break into the forbidden area?