Even Qin Meng vomited blood, his eyes were frightened and could not be understood, he was chopped into flesh by the remaining 300,000 flying swords, and died miserably on the ruins of the Yutai, and his soul did not escape!

“Good risk”

The sword master breathed a sigh of relief and took Lian Qin's Immortal Killing Remnant Sword into his hand, still feeling frightened.

If he hadn't used his biggest trump card, he probably wouldn't be able to defeat Lian Qin.

"Sword Island Sword Master wins!" This time, the Six Flame Sect Masters who had a glimpse of Xu's cultivation changed slightly. They were obviously shocked by the sword master's crazy sword control skills.

hiss!

The monks who were watching were all shocked by the sword master's crazy sword-wielding skills.

With the help of the power of the sword box, half a million flying swords are fired at the same time. Who can take the sword master's blow except the old monster of Lianxu!

At the seat of the Barbarian Dao Sect, Marquis Nanman was furious. He never imagined that the Jian Zun, who was only half-stepping into practice, would dare to kill members of his Barbarian Dao Sect in front of hundreds of sects!

"Anyone who dares to kill me is seeking death!"

The Marquis of Nanman jumped up to the jade platform, his figure was strong and powerful, he thrust his claw towards the sword master, and his aura suddenly dispersed.

Qixu's momentum swept across the ruins of the Yutai. No matter how powerful the Sword Lord's trump card was, it could only frighten the monks who were under Lianxu. As a Qixu, how could the Marquis of Nanman be afraid of the Sword Lord!

The Sword Master dared to kill the members of the Barbarian Dao Sect on the spot. As the leader of the Barbarian Dao Sect, Nanman Hou naturally couldn't swallow this breath and had to teach him a lesson no matter what!

"not good!"

The Sword Master lost three people in a row, his magic power was greatly damaged, and his level was far lower than that of the Nanman Marquis, so he couldn't take on the Nanman's claws at all.

Under the powerful momentum of Nanman Hou, the sword master felt his breathing was stagnant and unable to compete at all.

The Nanman wants to kill the Sword Lord and pay for it with his life!

Seeing the Sword Master in trouble, Dongxu and Juqing naturally couldn't sit still. How could they see the Sword Master die standing up for the trolls?

Both of them used their magic weapons and hit the Nanman Marquis on his back.

Nanman felt the attack from behind, and couldn't help but hesitate in taking action, turning his claws into palms, slapping the sword master in the air, and at the same time suddenly turned around, sneered and rushed towards Dongxu and Juqing.

"A bunch of people who are just half-stepping into the void dare to provoke me, they are seeking death!"

boom!

The Marquis of Nanman struck out with a palm in the air, shattering countless voids. The Sword Lord held his sword across his chest, but still could not block the palm of Peeping the Void, which caused him to vomit blood and fly backwards.

Although Dongxu and Juqing narrowly rescued the Sword Master, they were targeted by the Nanman Hou.

The Nanman Hou Fang turned around, without saying a word, towards Dongxu, and Ju Qing and the others struck out with two palms.

The vast palm power swept away, the cave was empty, and all the giants were vomiting blood, unable to block the Nanman's attack.

"A few mere ants dare to offend me by overestimating their abilities!" the Nanman Hou said disdainfully.

"Although I am an ant, who are you? But you don't know that this troll tribe is protected by one person." The sword master gritted his teeth.

"Shelter? The troll clan protector you are talking about is Zhou Ming?" The Marquis of Nanman had also heard of Ning Fan's deeds of killing the leader of Shi Le Kingdom and the leader of Chitian Palace. When he first heard about Ning Fan's reputation, he was naturally a little bit worried.

fear.

But then I thought about it, now it was not just his Barbarian Dao Sect that was targeting the Trolls, but more than a hundred forces.

Among these forces, including the Barbarian Dao Sect, there are a total of eleven Void Refining Sects. Among them there are many strong ones who ask the Void and Chongxu.

In the view of the Nanman Marquis, no matter how powerful Ning Fan was, he was not powerful enough to compete with Chongxu, so naturally he would not dare to come to the aid of the trolls.

Naturally, he was no longer afraid of Ning Fan.

"Hmph! Even if Zhou Ming protects the trolls, so what! We are here with hundreds of sects, and Zhou Ming alone is definitely no match for us, let alone he will never dare to come. You three, don't even think about scaring me.

Hou, go to hell!" Nanman Hou's eyes turned cold and he pointed out. The force of his finger was divided into three directions, attacking the three statues in three directions respectively.

Sword Master, Dongxu, and Juqing are all seriously injured at this moment. How can they block the finger force?

Behind the giant cage, Feng Xueyan, who had always been silent, could no longer calm down when he saw that his father was in danger of falling. He burst into tears and babbling, but no one could understand him.

She is just a little mute, she can't even ask the Barbarian Sect Master to spare her father's life.

"Island owner!"

"Sword Lord!"

"Clan leader!"

Countless masters from Dongxu Island, Sword Island, and the Troll Clan were all in panic, but no one could save the three deities.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three fingers struck the ruins, stirring up smoke and dust that filled the sky, making it difficult to see the battle situation in the smoke.

But you don't need to think about it to know that the three seriously injured statues will definitely die after being affected by Nanman Hou's fingering force.

"Don't worry, Sword Lord, Dongxu Lord, and Ju Lord will all die." The Six Flame Sect Leader announced the result of the battle.

"Humph, this is natural! I personally took action. If I can't kill you even after three and a half steps of practicing the void, wouldn't my life be in vain?" Outside the smoke, Nanman Hou said disdainfully.

At the seat of Lanling Sect, King Lanling closed his eyes indifferently, indifferent to whether the three deities were dead or alive. In his eyes, no matter how strong the three deities were, they were still ants. If the ants died, what would it have to do with him?

He came to the troll clan just to get the troll slate and Feng Xueyan. He already has the six-winged slate in his hand. If he gets another troll slate, he can have Feng Xueyan translate the ancient slate scripture.

The ancient scriptures on two stone tablets may be enough for him to heal his wounds.

At the seat of the Guimu Clan, the Ghost Marquis sneered, "The eight immortals from the Troll Clan are really calm. The leader of the clan is about to die, and they don't want to show up!"

He looked at King Lanling coldly, still not forgetting his deep hatred for King Lanling.

It's just that at this moment, Yougui Hou is also plotting against the Trolls. He will not break up with King Lanling before he seizes the Trolls' slate.

When the stone slab appears, he will settle old accounts with King Lanling!

At the seat of the Wuzong, the deputy sect leader Wu Tianzheng was looking at the ruins of Yutai with cold eyes. He was suddenly slightly shocked when he actually received the sound transmission flying sword from the sect leader Wu Muhou. Upon hearing the content of the flying sword, his eyes were immediately frightened and his face turned pale!

"Deputy sect leader, what happened?" Several elders of the Wuzong asked in confusion. As the deputy sect master of the Wuzong, Wu Tian was an old monster who was not afraid of changes. He was actually horrified by the content of the sound-transmitting flying sword.

color.

These Wuzong elders could not imagine what could scare Wu Tian like this.

"The sect master ordered us to evacuate the murky waters of the Trolls as quickly as possible. We must not wade into it, because" Wu Tian couldn't say the second half of the sentence because he was too frightened.

Because, there is a demon who dare not disobey Wu Muhou, who is rushing to the troll tribe to stand up for the troll tribe!

On the seat of the Nirvana Valley, Yuan Xiu, the Valley Master of the second realm of the Golden Body, looked in the direction of the smoke and dust of the Yutai ruins, and suddenly trembled for no reason!

That kind of trembling is the pressure from the momentum of the body refining realm!

Under the smoke, something emitted a terrifying body-refining aura, which made Yuan Xiu feel instinctively afraid!

On the seat of the Red Demon Sect, the leader of the sect, the Red Demon King, looked in the direction of Nanman Hou, licked his tongue, and the aura in his body was ready to go.

Even the leader of the troll clan is dead. Now, who else in the troll clan can stop Bai Zong from snatching the stone tablet and Feng Xueyan.

"Uh, who's there!"

On the seat of the Rain Palace, an alchemist who had a glimpse of Xu Xu's cultivation suddenly stood up and said in surprise towards the ruins of the Yutai scattered with smoke and dust.

This person is the master of the Yangtian Palace, his name is Zheng He, and he is a peak level five alchemist.

The Yangtian Palace was once under the jurisdiction of the fourth prince of the Yu Palace, but because the Yuntian Jue Sword killed the fourth prince, the Yangtian Palace lost Suixu's command.

The reason why Zheng He came to the troll tribe was not to fight for some slate, but to find Ning Fan.

He was looking for Ning Fan because there were rumors that Ning Fan's alchemy skills were ranked eighth in the Rain Realm, but he refused to accept it!

As a fifth-level alchemist, Zheng He's perception was extremely sharp and he was the first to detect something strange in the smoke and dust of the Yutai.

On the ruins of the jade platform, the smoke gradually dispersed, revealing three seriously injured figures, none other than the three statues.

Although Sword Master and others were seriously injured, they did not die under the finger of Nanman Marquis, which was beyond everyone's expectation.

"Why are these three people not dead?" Some monks from the sect asked in surprise.

"Look, what is that!" Some monks noticed the strange changes in the sky.

In the sky above the jade platform, at some point, a huge golden ancient sword appeared!

The ancient sword appeared at some point, with three people standing on the hilt, two women standing on the sword's body, and a young man in white with cold eyes standing on the tip of the sword. The Wenxu-level divine mind was far away.

The young man in white raised one hand, and in his palm, there were three fingers!

Those three finger powers were clearly issued by Nanman Hou, and were used to attack Jianzun and the other three.

The young man in white blocked the three fingers of Nanman Hou with one hand, and his cultivation level was naturally much higher than that of Nanman Hou.

And obviously, the reason why Sword Master and the other three people survived was precisely because of this young man's intervention.

"Who are you? Do you dare to stop me from killing people without fear of offending my hundreds of sects?" The Marquis of Nanman, relying on the presence of all the hundreds of sects, was about to question the young man. The next moment, his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Because there were many Inner Sea monks around the Jade Platform, they had already recognized the identity of the person coming, and countless exclamations resounded throughout Beiliang Kingdom!

"Zhou, Zhou Ming! He is Zhou Ming! He is here, he is actually here!"

King Lanling, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Ning Fan in disbelief, "Wenxu's momentum?! How could this ant break through Wenxu in a short period of time? Could it be that the rumors that he suppressed the Lanjiao Clan are true?

Really?!"
To be continued...