Chapter 1443

Seeing Zhao Jiuge and other three people, it seems that they have not been intimidated at all. On the contrary, they are able to sacrifice magic weapons calmly. There are signs of resistance. The white night fork seems to roar with anger.

With this roar, thousands of Yasha around, almost at the same time, moved to the three figures. For a time, the originally desolate land seemed to shake and shake at this moment, and the roar and roar of those yecha made people have a shaking fault Feeling.

"Do it."

At the critical moment, Sanwu finally had a big drink, and his white robe was also blaring. Even if his family members were compassionate, Sanwu would not be soft hearted in treating these alien people, who had harmed human friars and killed them.

When the voice dropped, Zhao Jiuge's action was the fastest. Originally, he was ready to move. Naturally, he was like a tiger returning to the mountain. All his body's sword spirit was immediately released.

Although Zhao Jiuge is only the cultivation in the middle of Mahayana realm, there is a certain gap between Zhao Jiuge and Sanwu and yuanyinian, but after all, as a sword cultivator, his attack naturally has a lot of edge.

The sound of the broken wind roared out, and the silver light twinkled around him. With Zhao Jiuge's waving, the "Zhige" immediately rolled up a silver light, and then the silver light fell like a heavy rain and shot away in all directions.

Every silver light and sharp breath can make people's face change dramatically. After all, facing thousands of Yaksha in all directions, we can only use this kind of large-scale attack. Even if the cultivation of these yaks is uneven, the number is placed there.

They can't waste time to continue to procrastinate, or else there will be a steady stream of yaks coming. After all, this is the territory of others, so the most important thing now is to get rid of these yaks and leave here quickly.

When Zhao Jiuge just glanced past, he already found that there were more than 30 black Yaks in Daoyuan realm except for one white one. The others were colorful, but they were not paid much attention to. After all, the most difficult ones were the white one and the more than 30 black ones yaksha.

The sound of breaking wind's swords scattered everywhere, with a majestic sword meaning. The Yaksha that emerged around did not have the slightest unity. It was completely under the pressure of the white Yaksha that they instinctively shot at the three people. Even some low-level Yasha who rushed to the front did not have much intelligence or fear of life and death. They directly rushed at the three people.

The blue and yellow low-level Yasha all over the body were directly hurt by the fierce silver sword Qi before it even hit them in front of them. Then, when the sword Qi hit the bodies of these Yaksha, they were directly divided into two parts. The worse the situation was, they were hit by several sword Qi, and their bodies were smashed into powder.

It's just that those who have a little higher cultivation strength and reach the realm of Linghai can obviously feel this kind of threat. They even know how to avoid it. Even if they are hurt by some sword Qi, it's harmless. After all, the physical strength of Yasha is amazing. Even if it's hard for some high-level monks, it's amazing It's a headache.

At that time, there were so many masters of the holy land, which one was not against the heaven. There were countless capable people of all kinds, and no one dared to put forward that they would go directly to this abyss and kill all these evils.

After all, this place is not only the territory of these abysses, but also the talent of these Yaksha, whose physical strength is very difficult, with the same level of cultivation. These yaks are completely in the upper hand. Sometimes even human friars need several talents to resist.

If these Yakuza were not only able to use these brute forces, and could not rely on any formation or foreign objects, I am afraid that disaster would not have subsided so quickly, and might even continue to spread towards the thirteen states of China.

With Zhao Jiuge's attack, dozens of these low-level night forks at the front end directly lost their lives. Even the desolate ground was also splashed with rocks. Some places which were blasted by the residual sword gas directly showed some pits of different sizes.

However, there were too many yaks around him. After a while, the dense yecha swarmed forward again. However, this time, Sanwu and Yuan Yinian's attack soon came. The three decided to flee in the southeast direction. Therefore, the three men successively took the attack, and they all intentionally or unintentionally laid a heavy hand in this direction.

The wooden sword in Yuan Yinian's hand danced like a silver snake around the whole body of the sword with the infusion of his own spiritual power. What's more, the sound of electric sound was emitted.

The black Taoist robe was already swinging back and forth. Yuan Yinian, who was full of momentum, directly raised the wooden sword with one hand, and the surrounding momentum changed a lot.

This wooden sword, with a long history, has always been one of several immortal weapons handed down from the hanging temple. It is said that the material of the sword body was a peach wood core with a history of more than 2600 years. Later, it was thundered by a rare purple night God, which directly split the whole peach tree, revealing the whole peach wood core, Otherwise, in a long time, maybe the peach tree can open the mind.It's very rare for this kind of tree to produce this kind of wood core. Most of them are tree rings, and there is little chance to get rid of it, unless there is a special opportunity.

And the reason why this peach wood core can be refined into this high-quality immortal ware, the other half of the credit is also due to the purple night God thunder. We should know that the sky thunder can be divided into 36 kinds according to the power. The purple night God thunder is not only the most powerful, but also very rare.

Although the peach wood core was exposed after being exploded, the whole body was soaked by the purple night God thunder, and there were still some remains, which was equivalent to the material that had been quenched by the purple night God thunder and was originally very integral. Naturally, it has improved a lot, even to a rare level. Therefore, the thunder light around this wooden sword is naturally the residual purple night God thunder.

When the wooden sword was lifted up by Yuan Yinian, even in the abyss, there was no aura wave in the air. In the void, there was still a burst of pressure coming from the air. With a sense of pressure, it sank slowly. Not only that, but also the sound of thunder came.

Naturally, these Yaks in these abysses have never seen this kind of abnormality. Therefore, the yaks surrounded by them suddenly have a short delay, but under the roar of the white yak, the stopped action immediately continued to move on.

Boom.

In the sky, a violent thunder burst out, and then the whole desolate land was covered by a burst of silver light, some slightly dazzling, the next moment, dozens of sky thunder fell in succession, these thunder power is different, the size of the wrist is not the same, some is the size of a bucket.

The Kung Fu of these sky thunder is just a blink of an eye. Even those low-level night forks have no time to react, so they are entangled by the sky thunder and fall on the ground with the numb pain. They even have no breath of life on their bodies.

As a monk at the peak of Mahayana realm, Yuan Yinian is only one step away from crossing the robbery. Therefore, he is almost at the point of saying what he says and what he says. What's more, he has immortal tools to help him.

As long as Yuan Yinian is willing to move his mind, the sky thunder in the void can fall continuously. Even though these Yakuza adamantis are very strong, they are not the opponents of these thunder.

The action of Sanwu is much simpler. Even the movement is very quiet and low-key, but there is a hand on the wrist of the right hand that is channeling Buddha beads. With a wave of the monk's robe, a turbid golden light immediately pops up and goes towards the night fork in front of him.

Later, those who were bombarded with Yaksha could not bear the huge force, and flew backward one after another. After landing, they made a dull sound. Compared with this kind of confusion, they were still much luckier than the previous ones. After all, even if they were severely damaged, they were better than the hundreds of Yasha that had been severely damaged by Yuan Yinian and Zhao Jiuge.

Being bombarded by these golden lights and flying backward, Yasha struggles and twists constantly on the ground. It seems that he doesn't care about his own pain. He tries his best to continue to face Zhao Jiuge and other three people.

However, three noes will not give them this opportunity. If they do not, or if they do, they will naturally lose their mobility and reduce their entanglement.

The Buddha beads on the wrist of his right hand have been held by Sanwu, and they are constantly chanting words in his mouth. Then an amazing scene happened. The turbid golden light, even with Sanwu's chanting, began to shake, and then began to dissipate, divided into a little golden light, and each bit of golden light soon began to condense and become one The Sanskrit font, with a faint golden luster, but with a heavy momentum like a mountain.

After these dots of golden light were transformed into Sanskrit script, they floated in the void like that, and then they gathered continuously, word by word, at one end of a chapter, even like a Scripture.

Several people are different people, so naturally they are not the same. Those Yasha don't have so many thoughts. After all, in their view, these three people belong to the damned people. As for those low-level Yasha who have no intelligence, they can't feel any sense of threat at all.

Eight or eight of the dozens of night forks that had been hit by the golden light and flew backward were unable to struggle. The rest of them wanted to continue to move forward and tear the mysterious golden Sanskrit with strong arms.

But before they got close to them, the Sanskrit fonts shrouded in each other started to move again, falling one by one and knocking them on these yecha bodies. After each Sanskrit font fell down, the font began to enlarge a little, and then fell on the head of the yecha.

The sound of painful roar came from the mouth of yecha. The seemingly insignificant Sanskrit font seemed like a mountain, which directly made each Yaksha motionless. No matter how hard they struggled, they could not be separated from each other, as if they had been shaped.

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