As soon as the Seven-Secret Sword Saint came out, the Wushuang Sword Sect was in great momentum!

It is not an exaggeration to describe five powerful men in the late stage of the innate extreme realm to deal with those warriors below the innate level.

Therefore, as soon as the Seven-Secret Sword Saint appeared, Zhao Xiangrong and Jia Yunzhu immediately met.

Both of them are strong people who are equal to the Seven-Miscellaneous Sword Saint realm, among which Jia Junzhu, the beautiful lady, has faintly stepped into the peak of the innate extreme realm.

In terms of the number of innate extreme realms, the Shenshen Sect is far inferior to the Wushuang Sword Sect.

But when it comes to the quality of a single-on-one strongman, it is not much different.

"I have heard of the reputation of the Seven-Secret Sword Saint for a long time, but I just didn't have the chance to try it out. Today, I still hope that all my subordinates will show mercy!"

Jia Junzhu chuckled, and as she danced with her long sleeves, the true energy squeezed the void, and waved her delicate jade hand and took two of them.

"snort!"

Seeing Jia Yunzhu trying to fight against two, the two attacked looked dark and they met without showing any weakness.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sword energy is in the air, and the true energy is raging.

The three of them caused a strong shock as soon as they fought.

Jia Junzhu stopped the two, and Zhao Xiangrong was not willing to be outdone, and he included the other two in one punch.

"Junior, are you sure you want to stop me?"

Jing Yiming looked at Fang Xiu who appeared in front of him with indifferent eyes. With a strong momentum, his robe bulged up.

As the elder of the Wushuang Sword Sect, he is also one of the Seven-Secret Sword Saints. His status is extremely respectable. Even if he is not as good as Wei Quanhua, he cannot be much lower.

Although Fang Xiu's reputation is very famous, it is just that in Jing Yiming's eyes.

The other party became famous after Xiao Xuan, but in Jing Yiming's eyes, Xiao Xuan was just a junior who could see it.

Others may be shocked by Fang Xiu's talent, but Jing Yiming lived for most of his life and saw many geniuses, and his fall in the middle also occupied the vast majority.

So Jing Yiming values ​​talent, but it is still a little bit worse to really pay attention to it.

If it weren't for Fang Xiu's identity, Jing Yiming would have been ready to hand it over to the other party as a human being.

While speaking, Jing Yiming also always paid attention to the battlefield between Jia Yunzhu and Zhao Xiangrong.

There are only two people in the Shenshen Sect, but neither of them is an ordinary innate extreme realm, and each of them is a strong man among them.

On the other hand, the Seven-Secret Sword Saint was originally severely injured by Duan Yunkong, but later he fought with the Iron Palm Gang, and he was no longer in full swing.

So in the case of two-on-one, there is no advantage at all.

Especially the two people who fought against Jia Yunzhu were vaguely at the risk of being pushed into a disadvantage.

Seeing this, Jing Yiming's eyes were even colder.

The Seven-Missary Sword Saint is famous for Nanshan Mansion. If they can't end the battle as soon as possible by bullying the few, then their old face will be lost.

Suddenly, Jing Yiming lost the nature of talking to Fang Xiuduo. He slapped out with a palm, trying to suppress Fang Xiu first, and then deal with the masters of the Shenshou Sect.

Jing Yiming's contempt made Fang Xiu's eyes condense, and Tai A behind him suddenly unsheathed, and then the sword energy burst out and slashed at Jing Yiming.

boom!

The palm energy is destroyed!

"What!"

Jing Yiming was shocked, his head leaned back, and the sword energy swept through his face, and a strand of white hair raised by the wind fell down in response.

The white hair fell, and Jing Yiming's face suddenly turned gloomy as water.

Although he was careless just now, a strand of hair was cut off in one fight, which undoubtedly caused a great loss of face for him.

"Junior, you're looking for death..."

Jing Yiming was furious. Before he finished speaking, a sword energy slammed into his face, causing his face to change again. The long sword behind him was unsheathed without thinking about it, and the thin blade slashed across.

Buzz! Buzz!

Song!

Fang Xiu's face was silent. The seven-string and five-tone sword at the Dacheng level was sent out in his hand, as if he was used casually. With the blessing of the divine weapon, the sword energy broke through the air and slashed in intensively towards Jing Yiming.

For a moment, the sword energy was strong and the piano sound echoed in the field again.

Damn it!

The long sword danced rapidly, and the sword aura intertwined into an indestructible defense. Jing Yiming's face had never improved since the moment Fang Xiu took action.

He didn't expect that Fang Xiu's strength was really so strong, and every sword energy made him feel a fatal threat.

It feels like he is not an acquired warrior, but a strong man of the same realm.

After Fang Xiu took the lead, Jing Yiming fell into a passive defense situation.

The seven-stringed five-tone sword, the sword produces the sound of the piano, and the sound of the piano turns into the sword, endless and endless!

From the moment Fang Xiu took the lead, Jing Yiming's ending was destined.

Swish!

A broken rainbow rose in shock and broke into the endless sword energy. The domineering momentum instantly destroyed most of the sword energy.

Because of this gap, Jing Yiming seized the opportunity and broke through the siege of the Seven-Secret Five-Song Sword in one fell swoop.

"Feng Zixiao!"

Fang Xiu looked at the person who suddenly appeared coldly, and it was the broken finger Canhong Fengzixiao who had met before.

Fang Xiu originally thought that Feng Zixiao was no longer in the Wushuang Sword Sect. Unexpectedly, the other party was there all the time and was still hiding until now before coming forward.

boom!

On the other hand, the vast fluctuations of true energy also attracted the attention of several people.

I saw a huge sword aura crushing from the sky, and a figure fell down under the suppression of the sword aura.

Yin Yangcheng's fists were cracked and bloody, his face was sometimes pale and sometimes rosy, and his breath was violently breathing.

Looking at Wei Quanhua standing in the air, Yin Yangcheng knew that he had failed.

Regarding Wei Quanhua, Yin Yangcheng has never really fought with the other party. After all, as the two, once they really fight, it basically indicates a breakup between the two factions.

I heard before that Wei Quanhua was a half-step master, but deep down in Yin Yangcheng, he still didn't think he would be no match for Wei Quanhua.

But this time the fight made him realize that the other party was no longer on the same level as him.

Even if he tried his best to attack, the opponent was still at ease, and he suffered almost no injuries while defeating him.

Wei Quanhua looked down at Yin Yangcheng and said, "Please keep your hands away. You are no match for me at all, but a strong man like you is rare.

If you are willing to surrender to my Wushuang Sword Sect, I can open my arms and spare your life!"

"Haha...hehe, Wei Quanhua, do you really think your Wushuang Sword Sect can rule Nanshan Mansion?"

"Hmph! Mingwu is stubborn. Who in Nanshan Mansion has the right to stop me? Do you really think Chu Hongyu is qualified to force me back? If I hadn't wanted to fight too much with the Tiezhang Gang, he would have died here long ago!"

Wei Quanhua's words made Yin Yangcheng angry.

The other party admitted indirectly that the Wushuang Sword Sect had cheated him into the Shensect, but the gap between the two made Yin Yangcheng feel discouraged.

The half-step master has gradually escaped from the scope of the innate extreme realm.
Chapter completed!