In front of Taoshan, thousands of swords are scattered, and the South China Sea Guangming Sword is swaying in the wind and rain, but it is as solid as a stubborn stone. Many people think that middle-aged men can hold on until they finally launch a counterattack. Only Zhao Nanhai's expression becomes extremely solemn, looking at Jianyu in the sky, frowns, "Use the sword as a cage?"

He is worthy of being the strongest man in the South China Sea lineage. This person actually saw through Ye Hongyu's real means of thousands of virtual swords. Before Qingxia, Jun Mo, the academy, was imprisoned by Ye Hongyu's ten thousand sword cage, not to mention the middle-aged man. The second among the people in the South China Sea was a tall and thin old man. He also saw the powerful means hidden in the sword rain. He flashed out from behind Zhao Nanhai, stretched out his right hand into the air, and a holy ray of Haotian divine light gushed out of his palm, trying to hold on to the sword rain and rescue the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man also felt the terrifying meaning in the sword rain. He shouted loudly and forced all his cultivation into the thin sword like a swimming fish. The thin sword pierced the judgment chariot. He took advantage of the slim old man's divine light protection and quickly retreated backwards, trying to save his life.

With a snarling sound, the thin sword broke the blood gauze and pierced Ye Hongyu's eyebrows.

When the tall and thin old man ranked second in the South China Sea was shining with his palms, Ye Hongyu had already opened his eyes. There was starry light in her eyes and undepressing anger because she wanted to kill the middle-aged man, but now someone tried to stop him, which made her very unhappy.

When the middle-aged man's thin sword pierced into the divine chariot, her eyes became brighter because of the reflection of the sword light. Instead of raising the natal Taoist sword on her knees, she raised her left hand.

The thin lightsword was like a swimming fish, and its flight trajectory was extremely mysterious. It was suddenly on the left and right. However, when Ye Hongyu stretched out his hand, the lightsword was immediately caught!

The lightsword kept trembling and struggling between her fingers, like a fish falling on the ground, constantly waving its tail. A faint layer of divine light attached to her slender fingers, as if it was like pliers.

With a sneer, a stream of blue smoke came out of the thin light sword, and it was refined into scrap iron by Ye Hongyu's divine light. She never struggled again and was thrown onto the ground in the chariot at will, like a dead fish.

The middle-aged man who was retreating quickly outside the divine chariot sensed the traces of losing his natal sword in the sea of ​​consciousness. He couldn't help but feel sorrowful that he was furious and frightened, and vomited blood with a sound of wow. He used the Xiling divine art to enter the sword, and then observed the sea fish to understand the novel sword intent. It was indeed powerful, so at the beginning, he could avoid Ye Hongyu's Taoist sword and tear the curtain of the Decision Divine chariot. However, when Ye Hongyu knew what his sword intent was, what else could he do?

Xiling's magic technique is her original cultivation, and the sword intent is like a swimming fish? There is a word fish in her name. I think a few years ago, she turned a sword into a water fish on the banks of Daming Lake in the wasteland. She killed Ning Que and Mo Shanshan in a miserable way. Now she is a great priest, how can she be injured by such sword intent?

The most important thing is that the middle-aged man's sword flew into the chariot and came to her. After receiving the letter from Liu Bai, who else in the world could have unobstructed swords a foot in front of her?

Even though the masters from the South China Sea helped, Ye Hongyu still reached out and seized the middle-aged man's natal sword, causing him to vomit blood and seriously injured. In everyone's eyes, she had won, and it was a proud victory.

But she was not ready to give up because the person who challenged the throne of the gods was defeated and died. There was no possibility of a second ending. She set up a cage of swords and rain to kill the middle-aged man.

Even if the tall and thin old man with an unfathomable realm was supporting the sword rain all over the sky with the pure and holy brilliance of Haotian, she still wanted to kill the middle-aged man.

Anyone she wants to kill must die.

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The sword rain in the sky was still falling. The tall and thin old man raised his right palm and supported it with the Haotian Divine Light. The cage had not yet been achieved. As long as the middle-aged man retreated for several feet, he could escape the disaster of killing.

Zhao Nanhai was no longer worried, and the tall and thin old man finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as the breath of that breath, the blood veil on the outer side of the Divine Chariot moved without wind. The veil that had been cut by the middle-aged man's Taoist sword slowly fell down. A figure swept out of the chariot like a fairy and charming, instantly crossed dozens of feet away, passed by the tall and thin old man, and came to the middle-aged man.

The person who came was naturally Ye Hongyu. She held the Taoist sword in her natal world and stabbed her directly.

A burst of exclamation sounded from the front of Taoshan.

No one could have thought that Ye Hongyu would leave the Decision Divine Chariot and take risks with the Lord of the God's Cat. In the battles in the world of cultivation, except for martial arts practitioners and powerful demon sects, no one would choose to fight in close combat. Even the Nanjin Jian Pavilion, which is one foot in front of him, had no reason to go to others.

Ye Hongyu has her own reasons.

She had been used to close combat since she was very young, because no matter how fast the Taoist sword flew, it was still not as direct as the sword forward. And only by watching the enemy die in front of her can the other party be sure that the other party really cannot rise up. After that, she fought hard with Ning Que, and she learned a lot of fighting methods from that guy. Although she was not like Ning Que, who practiced Haoranqi, had the fearless body of a powerful man in the Demon Sect, she learned Liu Bai's sword.

That sword is a natural truth. If you want to stab you, you can stab you. As long as the enemy is within one foot of your body, there is no possibility of escaping, even the world cannot avoid it!

What should I do if the enemy is not in front of me if I don’t come from the green mountains, then I will be in front of you. If I come to you, then you will be in front of me. You will be one foot in front of me and you will die.

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The middle-aged man was closest to her sword. He clearly felt the rightful murderous intent from the sword. He felt the smell of fear and death.

His natal sword was destroyed at this time and he could not avoid this sword at all. He quickly used the Xiling divine technique to transport the divine light between his palms, turning it into a hot ball of light, trying to block this terrifying sword.

The tall and thin old man was holding his right palm and supporting the sword rain cage with divine light. Seeing that his junior brother was in desperate situation, his face became extremely solemn. His left hand, which was hanging beside him, pointed at the place.

This finger is not simple. The divine light of the fingertips is spitting out like flowers blooming. A very thin divine light between the stamens is like a thorn. It is clearly several feet away, but the fingertips seem to be pressing Ye Hongyu's back.

Ye Hongyu felt the changes coming from behind, but the expression on her face did not change at all. She held the natal Taoist sword and continued to stab the middle-aged man. After the Taoist sword pierced into the ball of light condensed by divine light, it made a hissing burning sound, but there was no stagnation because the divine light was also burning on her sword.

She ignored the finger behind her because she wanted to deal with the sneak attack by the tall and thin old man, and the middle-aged man would take advantage of the situation to escape. The most troublesome thing is that as long as the time is delayed, Zhao Nanhai on the sidelines could react. Although she was not afraid, she could no longer kill the middle-aged man.

She must kill the middle-aged man, even if he was injured, because she was a great ruling, and everyone who dared to challenge her would be sentenced to death.

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Ye Hongyu's sword pierced into the middle-aged man's chest and pierced his heart. The sound of the flesh ball full of power pounding could even be heard on the front floor of Taoshan Mountain.

Blood was soaring, and the middle-aged man shouted shrillly and fell to the ground.

Zhao Nanhai roared with grief and anger on the sidelines. The tall and thin old man's face turned pale. He actually took off his right palm and ignored the sword rain cage falling from the sky, and attacked her with all his strength.

The tall and thin old man's fingertips had crossed several feet of distance and landed on Ye Hongyu's back. With his full attack, countless Haotian divine lights came along with his fingers!

Ye Hongyu wanted to kill someone and didn't have time to turn around or respond. Just when everyone thought she was about to be severely injured, a golden flower suddenly bloomed on her back!

It happened to meet the finger with divine light!

This golden flower is holy and pure. It is the brilliance of Haotian condensed by her using the magic of Xiling. Only the brilliance can resist the brilliance. Its meaning is touching the petals. The brilliance of the same origin and species is sprayed everywhere. It seems that fireworks are being set off between the front floors of Taoshan Mountain, which are extremely beautiful and dazzling and cannot be seen at all.

The tall and thin old man has a very high level of seniority among the South China Sea Priests. Only under Zhao Nanhai, Xiling's magic technique is stronger than Ye Hongyu and has a deeper cultivation. The dazzling fireworks generated by the collision of the two men's Haotian divine light became dim before they were maintained for too long, which meant that he won.

The people in Xiling Temple shouted in shock, and some people looked at the chariot at the highest point anxiously, hoping that the head sect could rescue Ye Hongyu at a critical moment.

However, the subsequent changes were still beyond everyone's expectations.

The tall and thin old man's fingertips crushed the golden flowers on Ye Hongyu's back several feet away, and fell on the bloody robe of Judgment, and broke them again in an instant, straight into her flesh and blood.

And at this moment, a golden thread suddenly popped out of her flesh and blood that was pierced by her intention!

The golden thread was very thin and seemed to have no weight, but the speed was extremely fast, like lightning, coming to him along the divine light pointed out by the tall and thin old man!

Because the speed is too fast, this thin golden thread actually feels violent!

The tall and thin old man screamed strangely and took back the Haotian Divine Light as fast as possible, trying to avoid it. However, he didn't know what material the golden thread was. Not only was he not afraid of the purification ability of the Haotian Divine Light, but he couldn't even slower the speed. He lingered along his fingers, came to the fingertips and then suddenly tightened!

There was no sound, and a finger fell on the ground!

There was no blood in the wound of the broken finger because it was sealed by the divine light. In fact, if it weren't for the tall and thin old man's reaction was very fast, the golden thread might even cut off his entire palm.

The aura of heaven and earth in front of Taoshan was slightly moved, and the red fish floated back to the chariot like a red maple leaf.

When she floated past Zhao Nanhai, she glanced at the person, without any emotion in her eyes.

The fingers fell silently, and at this time the front floor of Taoshan was even more silent.

The tall and thin old man looked at his broken fingers and remained silent.

Zhao Nanhai looked down at the peach blossom petals under his feet, silent.

The rest of the people in the South China Sea surrounded the dead middle-aged man, silent.

The girl from South China Sea, Xiaoyu, looked pale and could not believe everything she saw.

The two light coughs broke the deadly atmosphere between the scene.

Then there is the sound of the sword of Judgment returning to the sheath.

In the blood-colored chariot, Ye Hongyu supported his jaw with his hands and closed his eyes again, as if he was a little tired.

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