There were eight masters who came down the cliff. They just observed a little under the cliff and immediately aimed at the direction of the foundry and killed them.

Meng Yuanyun did not hesitate and shouted: "There is a thief, catch the thief!"

Then he shouted to Zhao Huanyan behind him, "Go and call people quickly, their target is the foundry!" After that, he jumped and rushed forward.

Zhao Huanyan shouted anxiously: "Why should I go and call someone? My kung fu is no worse than you, I..." Seeing that Meng Yuanyun had already rushed up, Zhao Huanyan stomped her feet in hatred and hurried back and called him.

When Meng Yuanyun shouted out, he had already seen this boy. He waved his hand from the beginning and immediately separated two of the eight people to intercept him. The other six people no longer concealed, but rushed to the foundry as quickly as possible.

Meng Yuanyun watched the two of them pounce, one of them hit by hooks, and the other of them chain guns, all of which were full of energy and sharp energy. He did not dare to neglect, and he held the "Tianji Stick" in his hand tightly. As soon as he touched it, he used his most powerful killing move, "There is no dog in the world".

A muffled bang, like a burst of water. For a moment, there were sticks everywhere, and countless qi balls were wrapped around the end of the stick. The sound of breaking through the air broke out, and a "empty" sound occurred. The force was so wide that it covered the two masters in an instant, which was irresistible.

The two masters exclaimed in surprise. Unexpectedly, this thin boy was so tough and he was a life-deserving method when he made a move. However, the two were not mediocre. Although they were quite panicked at first, they calmed down in an instant and used life-saving techniques in the moment of life and death to withstand the dense stick technique that almost even the air was about to be broken.

The double hooks suddenly swirled up, and the two hooks in their hands flew up and down, like ganging up and down, and cooperated with the protective energy to resist the attack; while the other warrior who made the chain gun suddenly surged, and the chains on their bodies suddenly expanded, enhancing the strength of the protective energy...

For a moment, the "ding ding dangdang" sounded constantly, and fine sparks appeared on both of them, like two burning fireworks, which were particularly conspicuous in the night sky.

The confrontation between the two sides reached a ** in an instant. Meng Yuanyun tried his best to output, and the two masters resisted with all their strength. They only saw that the follow-up moves were faster and stronger. Is it Meng Yuanyun breaking the other's shell, or whether the other party consumed Meng Yuanyun's energy.

Within a few breaths, the two conveniences have been confronted for thousands of moves.

In the end, Meng Yuanyun took the lead and took the lead. And [Dog Beat Stick Method] is unparalleled in the world. This move "no dog in the world" is definitely not something that ordinary people can resist...

Just when Meng Yuanyun saw sweat on his forehead and consumed more than two-thirds of the energy, the guy holding a double hook on his left hand finally couldn't resist it. A stick method broke into the blocking of the double hook, hitting the shin of the calf. With a bang, the shin exploded. The stone that had originally whirled rapidly was immediately shattered. Before he could make any adjustments, the dense stick method had already hit his body crackling, as if he was being frantically fired by a heavy machine gun. The master's body was unnaturally twisted in the air. In just as he breathed, hundreds of sticks fell on his body, smashing all the bones in his body. When his mud-like body landed on the ground, he lost his breath.

Another person saw his companion die tragically, exclaimed and retreated with all his strength. However, Meng Yuanyun had a rival, and his subordinates were even more fierce. His body drifted in like wind and smoke. The dense stick shadows poked them in the chest. The master swung the chain gun in front of him, constantly rotating, and the chains wrapped around like snakes, and suddenly entangled the Tianji stick tightly.

Seeing that the master succeeded in his move, he sneered, and the head of the chain spear on the other end suddenly drilled and rushed back to Meng Yuanyun's throat.

Meng Yuanyun snorted lightly, and her body suddenly rotated to one side, passing the spear head, then suddenly rushed to the back of the master. The master turned around and the chain gun in his hand was about to take action again. Mu Ran felt something was wrong, and touched his neck, but the head fell directly, with a confused look on his face, and he died on the spot.

Meng Yuanyun let out a light breath, and felt dizzy when she got up, but the output of the qi was too severe, causing exhaustion.

At this time, he was still holding one end of the Tianji Stick in his hand, and the longer part was still tightly wrapped by the other party's chains. There was a Tianzi silk as thin as hair and tightly connected between the two.

The structure of the stick is magical, ever-changing, and has no magical uses. Apart from Meng Yuanyun and the designer Lu Botong, even Ye Qingxuan didn't know how many wonderful uses it was. Seeing that the weapon was entangled, Meng Yuanyun immediately divided the stick into two sections, and used the Tiansilk between them to quickly cut the other party's head, so he won.

In this moment, Meng Yuanyun discovered that there had been a battle in the foundry ahead, and the rescuers behind him, including Tang Rou, Lan Ya, Feng Qingqing and Zhao Huanyan, had already rushed towards this side. Only the Xian Yue, who had poor martial arts skills, was left behind by everyone and did not participate.

The most critical moment in the casting of the divine weapon was that the old man Zangjian was so skillful that he could not take action at this time unless he was willing to risk all the remaining dozen magic weapons being invalidated.

Therefore, when an enemy invaded outside, he asked his eldest disciple Jiannu to guard the side, and he himself tried his best to forge the sword in his hand.

Bang!

When the foundry gate was broken, several figures rushed into the venue at the same time.

Jiannu shouted loudly, holding the Taotie knife in his hand, standing firmly in the field, and the blade was paused, and the violent energy roared away, rushing towards the figures that were coming.

"I'll pester him, you can seize the sword!"

The head was a young man with a handsome appearance, a scar tilted across his cheek, and a long braid on his back. He had a purple sword that was as narrow as a crescent moon in his hand, and his cold air was heart-pounding.

This young sword slave didn't know him, but Ye Qingxuan and others could recognize him as a disciple of the Moon Sect of the Demon Sect. The only surviving old fifth person who was the Zi Scarf thief, now known as Zi Feng.

Zi Feng suddenly rushed over, his body flipped, and a bright purple sword light had already been slashed down, quickly reaching the top of the sword slave's head.

The Taotie sword in the sword slave's hand swung horizontally, and a huge sword light flashed by. The two met and were destroyed invisible at the same time.

"Silly weapon!"

The Zifeng man followed the sword, but he still did not forget to mock the sword slave's weapons. He dragged the sword to the point where the sword technique was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, dozens of sword lights flashed out, trying to use fast to fight slow, killing the sword slave and killing him.

But it is not easy for the sword slave to be able to see the Taotie sword in his hand. In an instant, the blade flashed five times, and the blade became extremely heavy. The Qi brought by it suddenly produced a violent gravity field. Facing the sword energy coming from the sky, the sword slave just paused the hilt to the ground...

The thick gravity field suddenly formed, like a giant bowl that was upside down, guarding it. The sword lights in the sky were slashed to the ground, but they could not break the slightest defense. They were all led by the gravity field to the side, and the sword energy that was wiped out was slashed to the ground, plowing out several sword lights.

What's going on?

Divine weapon?

Zi Feng was stunned and finally understood the key.

Without saying a word, he came forward again, fought bravely, and tried to seize the knife.

On the other side, the other five masters of the Demon Sect rushed towards the old man Tibetan sword and Fengshan who forged the divine weapons.

At this time, the old man Zangjian held a long sword in his hand. The sword body was square and nearly four feet long. The sword body was as wide as a palm. The two-character inscription "Yingtian" was engraved at the place where the sword calyx was tightly held.

The electric shock to the Heavenly Sword in his hand, slashing the long whale sea water and boiling.

The Yitian Sword is different from the ordinary long sword used in the martial arts world. It has a longer shape, can be used to fight and can break armor. Only with such a thick sword body can it accommodate martial arts masters such as the "Nine Yin Jing" and other martial arts skills.

At this time, the old man who used the sword to forge the sword was at a critical moment. The long sword was already red and shiny. With each heavy hammer, the sword body was brighter. Seeing that the magic weapon was about to be formed, five masters of the Demon Sect rushed over, and the sharp energy had already been killed.

The old man Tibetan sword protected the body and the energy was blazing out, and he was about to withstand the attacks of the masters. Feng Shan's eyes were so angry that he roared suddenly, and his body moved, and suddenly blocked the master's body. He hit the heavy hammer in his hand, and with a sound, he hit the Yitian Sword on the anvil again.

Bang, bang bang...

Several qi swelled behind Fengshan at the same time. His protective qi shattered like an egg shell. A mouthful of blood spurted onto the Yitian Sword. The sword body lit up wildly, and Fengshan was directly bombarded and headed straight for the open furnace mouth.

"Stegua dragon turns over!"

The old man Zhao Jian shouted in a deep voice, and the sword in his hand flipped over suddenly as if he had raised a mountain.

The qi swept across and swept Fengshan to the other side on the spot. At the same time, the moment the sword body was raised, a fire dragon suddenly formed, connecting the heat in the furnace. With a wave, the fire dragon roared up and instantly took over the second attack of five masters of the Demon Sect...

Hurry!

The two masters of the Demon Sect could not dodge and were swept by the fire dragon carried by the Yitian Sword. They instantly swung into four sections. At the same time, their bodies became four fires, screaming and churning on the ground. In just breathing, they were burned to ashes by the fire dragon's high temperature.

The Yitian Sword, soaked in the blood of the master, even louder and brighter.

The old man Tibetan sword laughed wildly, "This sword is born when he tastes the blood of demons, and he will become the Demon-Eliminating Sword!"

The remaining three masters of the Demon Sect were inexplicably shocked. Unexpectedly, the old man who forged the sword was so powerful that he could actually cause fire to kill people. One of the three retreated wildly, and one rolled on the spot to avoid the flames, while the other man rushed forward and stabbed the old man Cangjian with a knife.

The old man Tibetan sword snorted coldly, and the giant hammer in his hand raised back. The master of the Demon Sect saw the hammer hit, and he used all his strength to resist it, but it was still useless. With a muffled bang, the master of the Demon Sect was inwardly trapped and sprayed a mouthful of blood. His body was instantly burned by the high temperature on the giant hammer, and his breath disappeared before the corpse landed.

when!

The old man Tibetan sword reversed the hammer and hit the Yitian Sword.

With a sound of sword, the Sword of the Heavenly Sword was as bright as the sun at this moment.

"Kill him quickly, otherwise we will all be dead!" Zi Feng roared angrily, but was angrily blocked by the sword slave and could not be cloned.

The remaining two masters of the Demon Sect roared and slaughtered them to death...

The old man Zangjian was sweating heavily on his forehead. The Yitian Sword had entered the final stage. The spiritual energy of the sword body was condensed and it was the last time he was finalized. He must not be distracted at all. He felt the sharpness coming from behind him. The old man Zangjian ignored it, and the dense forging sounded again.

The two masters of the Demon Sect were overjoyed. The two weapons were less than three inches away from the old man Cangjian. They were about to kill and make meritorious. They snorted coldly and thought of them. They turned around in shock. The light in front of them lit up. They had not seen clearly the attacking person and the sword technique. The two were rolling, and the whole world had already darkened.

The world's number one assassination sword technique, "kill in one step at ten steps", is indeed extremely sharp.

Nie Xingxie shook the cold glass sword in his hand, and the blood beads flew away, and suddenly closed the waist.

After receiving Ye Qingxuan's note, he secretly returned to Zangfeng Valley because of the reason why these magic weapons were not surprised. Unexpectedly, someone from the Demon Sect found this place and attacked him in Ye Qingxuan's material.

According to Ye Qingxuan, the person who could discover the secret of the Tibetan Feng Valley must be the people in the valley. Nie Xingxie's eyes swept across everyone, thinking about who the one who informed the Demon Sect was.

Huhuhuhuhu...

The sound of breaking through the air came, and Nie Xingxie led a group of women into the foundry. Feng Qingqing saw Fengshan vomiting blood and depressed on the ground, and shouted "Bad" and rushed over.

Feng Shan shook his hand and said with a smile: "Qingqing, don't cry, I'm just suffering internal injuries for my father, and I'm not in danger of my life."

The remaining Zi Feng was cold all over. At this time, he was surrounded by everyone and entangled by the sword slave. He had no hope of escape.

"Put down the weapon and surrender!" Meng Yuanyun shouted, Zi Feng frowned, jumped backward, and threw the sword in his hand, sighing: "Okay, I surrender!"

At the same moment, a buzzing dragon roar...
Chapter completed!