Chapter 1001

"How could it be?" The Dean all cried out: "even the prince can't resist the attack of so many people. Is he a false immortal? Is he the special envoy of fairyland

"What kind of sword array? It's so ancient. There are sixty-four swords, but none of them has been broken. Even if a virtual immortal comes, I don't know if I can break this defense? "

"If there had been such a sword array in henggu college, it would have been invincible."

"It's not very difficult to make up of 60 spirit weapons and swords."

"Kill, we must kill him and force out his sword array. Who else is the opponent of our college under the fairyland and in the universe?"

"If we let him escape today, we will not only lose face in henggu college, but also the place where we stand if all the natives of Shengxing earth learn this sword array in the future?"

The real gentlemen are looking at the gall liver, and the crowd below is going crazy.

In the earth shaking attack just now, many people used magic weapons or magic powers, and magic weapons and magic powers were used together.

But all the attacks were crushed in front of Ding Yi's sword array.

The magic power is OK. If it is broken, it can be done again.

But if the magic weapon is broken, it will be broken.

In one second, Ding Yi's sword array crushed more than 3000 magic weapons.

All of them are turned into fly ash, and the inferior ones are also smashed.

Only two pieces of Zhongpin can be recovered completely.

The Xuanshi of henggu are going crazy. This is a heavy loss. All these magic weapons are worth astronomical figures.

At this time, Ding Yi stood in the center of the sword array and looked around. His heart was full of heroism. He really felt invincible in the world.

There are some sword formations in hand. Who can kill me?

Ding Yi was excited, excited and a little scared.

Although the sword array is invincible, the Xuanqi and spiritual power are limited, and Ding Yi is not able to exert this sword array endlessly.

Now he can only drive about 400 swords at most at the same time.

At the same time, the less swords you sacrifice, the longer you can fight.

He sacrificed two sword formations in one breath, one defense and one attack, and asked for 100 swords.

He estimated that he could only support such a fight for half an hour.

And this half an hour, every other period of time to eat a dark blood fruit.

But half an hour later, it's too late to eat the dark blood fruit.

In half an hour, I'll run away. If I can't, I'll be dead?

Ding Yi keeps looking back at the tomb. The tomb is ready to move. He wants to fly up in the air, but he is crushed by the immortal weapon of the dean and the four real kings, and is still in town for the time being.

How long can they last?

Why did they suppress the tomb?

"Kill." Ding Yi doesn't care. He has to find a way to absorb the breath of death and prepare for stimulating the ghost mirror. He is more confident when he runs for his life.

Zheng, Zheng, he began to move forward, seven kill sword array open, dry gold sword array defense, when the invincible, killing the scene.

However, this kind of consumption is also very big. Ding Yi's seven kill sword array is easy to be suppressed, and many feather swords are suppressed or broken by henggu on the spot.

"Bang" at this time, someone used two magic weapons to control Ding Yi's feather sword. The feather sword was buzzing, and it failed to fly for several times. At last, with a bang, it broke first and then turned into nothingness.

"It's fake. His swords are all fake, not real weapons." The man exclaimed excitedly, as if he had discovered a new continent.

This sword is the last one of Ding Yi's first seven kill sword array.

When the last one of the 49 swords in the seven kill sword array is broken, all the 49 swords will disappear and become nothingness.

"Yes, so what if it's fake?" The man was shouting excitedly when he saw Ding Yidong.

Ding Yi leaps forward, and his sword array is folded up at the same time. His body is like a dragon or a tiger. He passes dozens of people in a flash, and then comes to him. Ba Ba, his palm is right in front of the man's chest.

This man is still laughing and barking. He didn't expect that Ding Yi would kill himself. It's just the middle of the palm that makes him react.

Originally, Ding Yi didn't hit him so easily, but when everyone saw Ding Yi rushing over, they all stepped back, and no one dared to stop him.

The man was surrounded by dozens of people. When he saw Ding Yi coming, the crowd broke up in a big crowd. In a flash, he became alone with Ding Yi.

Before he came and responded, he was caught by Ding Yi.

Ding Yi's palm is like a life threatening talisman, drawing his life.

"Ah --" while the man yelled, someone on the side finally wanted to rush up to save him.

But seeing Ding Yi's idea move, Zheng, Zheng, Zheng, the second wave of seven kill sword array appeared again. The sword spirit was like a blue sea sweeping all directions, and the scene was a bloody storm.

Many zhenzhuan, even core disciples, are not the enemies of Ding Yi.

It's not that their strength is not as good as Ding Yi. If they are single to single, many of them can fight with Ding Yi for a long time. However, there are too many people on the scene. These people are all tied up. They dare not use their powerful magic powers and magic weapons indiscriminately. They can hit their own people as soon as they use them.

But Ding Yi is not afraid. He puts 49 swords everywhere and kills them casually. There are many people going there.

Thousands of people were killed by Ding Yi alone and were defeated.

Most people find that this situation is not good. They should keep away from Ding Yi and not get together.

"Get out of the way, all back, don't go up again." Qianqiu Zhenjun has finally found that too many people are not a good thing.

It's a mess.

Ding Yi is so insidious that he can use his mind to control the flying sword. People stand in the same place, but the sword flies into the crowd.

So they are so busy that they have to call people to retreat.

"Except for the core disciples of Neiyiyuan, all the others stepped back." Eight real Jun is also shouting.

The inner court is the strongest representative.

The core students usually represent the strongest group.

Thousands of people receded like the tide, leaving bodies and screams everywhere.

Ding Yi is not willing to give up, and he controls the flying sword.

There were bodies all the way.

The dean and others are crying. Today is the darkest day of henggu college.

They were slaughtered.

When the crowd completely evacuated the scene, they found that Ding Yi had killed at least 500 people in the massacre.

One tenth of the elite were slaughtered by Ding Yi on the spot.

Especially for those who die, most of them die in frustration.

As for fighting alone, they can all fight against Ding Yi.

Because there were too many people at the scene, they not only tied their hands and feet, but also didn't even have the space to avoid, so they were very subdued.

"I can't watch any more, beast. Stop it." "I'm going to kill him, Babu, Qianqiu. You two are useless. You can't even kill a human immortal who is equivalent to three levels of the divine realm

Bad luck is about to stop.

"Don't move. We can't suppress you if you go any further." You are in a great hurry.

The trend of the rise of this tomb is more and more strong. Several real kings, together with the immortal utensils of the Dean, can't be suppressed.

After hearing this, he wants to kill Ding Yi, but he doesn't dare to go.

"All at my command." Qianqiu Zhenjun also felt that his face had no light at this time.

The two real kings and thousands of people killed hundreds of Ding Yi instead of Ding Yi.

Today's event will definitely become the biggest stain in the history of henggu college.

"Don't fight around. Follow my orders and use the same magic power." Qianqiu Zhenjun finally thought of how to enhance the strongest lethality.

Instead of fighting separately, it is better to issue orders in a unified way.

"Prepare, xuanshuo, Liujin"

There are more than 300 core students left at the scene.

They are all masters of the same spirit.

Each one is equivalent to a return to heaven.

Listen to Qianqiu Zhenjun's command, more than 300 people at the same time, with the same magic power.

"Xuanshuo Liujin chop --- chop."

As like as two peas of light, the more than 300 pieces of knife were broken into space, and then condensed into a stronger knife light in the middle of the air. The knife was a bit like a long knife, and it was cold and cold, and it was shining like a knife.

I have to say that Qianqiu Zhenjun has a set of skills.

Although there were only 300 people in front of us, we used the same magic power to fight together. Compared with just now, we were fighting separately and in chaos. We didn't know how powerful we were.

The light of the sword fell like a sky sword, which suppressed Ding Yi's sword.

At this time, Ding Yi had given up the seven kill sword array outside and concentrated all his thoughts on the Qianjin sword array.

Sixty four swords are like sixty-four Ding Yi. They surround him in the middle. The light of the sword flows and forms a unique defense line.

Another wave of collision between heaven and earth.

Boom.

There was a loud noise at the scene, the light of the sword was broken, and the sword was crisscross.

After the earth shaking impact, Ding Yi's body is still as unshakable as a mountain.

On the other hand, there are more than 300 spirits in Liuzhong. They shake up and step back.

Still not moving like a mountain.

Ding Yi's defense is still unbreakable.