Chapter 1241

The sad blood is sprinkling.

Even in case of death, Yueshan was silent, and there was no sign of fear and cold on his face.

It's just a pity that he has no chance to contribute to the sword Dynasty.

"No..."

Seeing the fall of Yueshan mountain, Xu Zihao, Xiao Jun and others shouted.

Because they are the same swords of the previous generation as Yueshan.

They are partners and comrades in arms. They fought together for the honor of the sword Dynasty.

But now, Yueshan's body is lying in a pool of blood, gradually cold.

This is the first sword in the holy emperor's boundary that the sword dynasty fell.

Around the weak water territory, thousands of Tianjiao were silent, which felt incredible.

The thirteen swords of the sword Dynasty are the most outstanding among the hundred dynasties.

But now, a sword fell, and the body was divided into two and lying in a pool of blood.

This influence is huge.

As long as a sword falls, it will give people an impression.

Thirteen swords are not invincible.

This impression is terrible. It will make people lose their awe of the thirteen swords.

And this is what fengshalie and others want to see.

"Damn it!"

Xu Zihao, Xiao Jun and others have blood red eyes.

Even Jiang Fengmian, Ling Moshu, and mu Xingzhu are not particularly deep swords in their relationship with Yueshan. They are also very angry when they feel heartache.

Thirteen swords, both prosperity and loss.

"Die!"

Xu Zihao took out his sword, and the light of the sword shone in the sky. He ran through the wind and sand.

"Ha ha, this is just the beginning. Next, you thirteen swords will die one by one!" fengsha laughed loudly.

The three dynasties have long been in a hurry to destroy the thirteen sword regiment within the boundary of the holy emperor.

to be sonorous!

The fierce wind and sand cut out the waste knife and collided with Xu Zihao.

The other three dynasties, Tianjiao, continued to sell.

The situation in the sword Dynasty is very bad.

The sword Dynasty, which was already at a disadvantage, fell into a great crisis after the fall of Yueshan.

And most importantly, Feng shalie and others want to set fire again and kill the next sword.

The next target they locked in was Xiao Jun.

"Since you are so brotherly with him, go to hell with him!"

The wind and sand strong sneered, and with a group of swordsmen, Tianjiao killed Xiao Jun again.

Other swords were restrained by the God of war Dynasty and Princess Luo.

"Get out of the way!" Xu Zihao's blood red eyes are murderous.

Zhong Shan is a flash, holding Xu Zihao in check.

Jiang Fengmian, Ling Moshu and others were entangled by Zhao Weihuang and others.

"Poof!"

In the face of such a fire gathering siege, Xiao Jun was also difficult to resist and coughed up blood in his mouth.

But he didn't ask for help or mercy, but the bloody battle reached the last minute.

When a Dao bangtianjiao sent the long Dao into Xiao Jun's body, Xiao Jun also inserted the sword in his hand into the other party's heart.

Blood for blood, life for life!

Finally, Xiao Jun died.

The second sword fell.

This made all sides in an uproar, and all Tianjiao took a breath.

Today, will the eight swords present fall?

In that case, it will definitely set off towering waves, and Jian Jinghong and others will definitely take crazy revenge.

"Next, it's your turn..." Feng shalie turned his eyes to Xu Zihao.

One after another, this method is the safest. In addition, there are top Tianjiao such as Zhao Weihuang and Princess Luo. It is also very difficult for the sword king to escape.

When Xu Zihao heard the speech, there was no fear on his face, and his boundless anger had drowned his reason.

The fall of Yue mountain and Xiao Jun made Xu Zihao angry and burn the city!

"Kill!"

If there is no spare words, Xu Zihao takes the shot directly.

He has the ambition to die. Even if he finally falls, he will exchange his life for life and get rid of the strong wind and sand.

The war continued, bloody and cruel, and the ground was in a mess outside the weak water.

Boom!

Xu Zihao's figure retreated one after another after the collision.

Several swordsmen around him, Tianjiao, surrounded and killed again, and threw their swords at Xu Zihao's flaw.

"Bad..."

Mu Xingzhu, Jiang Fengmian, Ling Moshu and others are anxious, but they can't get rid of the clamp from their opponents.

"The third sword is about to fall!" the wind sand fierce cold smiled.

All the Tianjiao around are gathering their eyes.

If Xu Zihao falls again, the remaining swords will be more difficult to support.

Xu Zihao clenched his teeth and wanted to burn the real Qi in his body, burst out his final strength, and the fish died and the net was broken.

At this time, the sound of lightning in the far air broke out!

When they heard the sound, they only saw an electric light, such as thunder and lightning, cutting through the heavy evening mist!

"Three dynasties, you are so brave!"

A shock drink, as if it could roar down the god Buddha!

"Who is it!"

Everyone was surprised.

They only feel that a strong momentum, such as dark clouds, covers the sky for thousands of miles!

to be sonorous!

The figure wrapped in the thunder kicked out.

A magic weapon wrapped with endless thunder broke through the air.

Tear the sky, cut through the clouds, and with the force of rolling thunder, they crash into the war, pointing to Feng shalie and others.

The wind and sand are fierce and wait for Tianjiao. They quickly turn the blade to resist the attack.

Boom!

The thunder roared out, and the nine color black thunder scattered and surged.

Several Dao Bang Tianjiao screamed directly, and their whole bodies burst open with blood dripping and broken bones, just like blood flowers blooming.

The strong wind and sand was also shaken, his body regressed, and his eyes looked suspiciously at the distant sky.

"It's him... He's coming..." on the other side, Zhong Shan suddenly trembled when he saw someone coming.

He had guessed who was coming, so he was terrified.

Thousands of eyes were projected to the sky.

When the thunder light dispersed, a slender figure wearing a ghost face mask stood on the nine sky!

The black hair is flying, the momentum is high, and the killing idea startles the sky, like a God in the dust!

Yes, ye guchen!

"It's the sword King coming to the sword Kui!"

The sound of exclamation came from all around, and many Tianjiao pupils shrank suddenly.

Among all the imperial Tianjiao, Jiankui is definitely the most watched Tianjiao.

The destruction of Shenfu by Emperor Qianqiu also made amazing achievements in Wubei.

Before that, he killed the third Jin Taiji in the sword list of the Badao Dynasty and Tianjiao of the Tianxing Dynasty.

It can be said that ye guchen is always the most watched one wherever he is.

"Master..." Mu Xingzhu was very happy.

"Brother Dugu..."

Xu Zihao, Jiang Fengmian and others are also excited.

Ye guchen, as the chief swordsman, is the head of the thirteen swordsmen.

He is like a backbone. As long as he shows up, any situation can be suppressed.

At the moment, ye guchen's eyes fell on the two bodies lying in a pool of blood.

His eyes were extremely cold.

Although his relationship with Yue Shan Xiao Jun is not as close as mu Xingzhu.

But he is the chief of the sword King Dynasty and the commander of the thirteen swords.

He has unshirkable responsibility for the fall of the two swords.

Ye guchen's eyes were as cold as ten thousand years of dark ice, and coldly swept through the people of the three major dynasties, such as Zhao Weihuang, Zhongshan and fengshalie.

"There are thousands of ways to live in the world, but you have to find your own death!"

"It's not too late to go down to the yellow spring and make atonement for the two swords!"