Fighting should be indomitable. In a battle, those who lose their momentum will lose before the battle. Wuhen's momentum is rising steadily and approaching the sky. On the other hand, the Wei family's double heroes have no courage to fight Wuhen at all. No matter what the result is, they have already failed. The long swords gathered together in the sky and were a torrent of steel. What's more, the sharpness of this torrent is more terrifying than the real flood.

The battle between the two sides is different from war. There are not so many conspiracies, which lure the enemy into deep, and encircle them and annihilate them because of their inequality of strength. However, in the battlefield in front of them, nothing can be used. Although the six monsters of Tianqi have not completely compensated for the original losses of their losses, once they came out, there was a one-sided situation in the formation, and everyone could not take care of themselves, so there was no spare time to care about other people's affairs.

The long swords in the sky fell one by one, carrying sword light, and attacking Wei's Shuangying. Each sword attack wished to nail the two to the ground. The two also had some skills. Facing the airtight sword rain, they either dodge or block, and in short, they could barely support them and not die immediately.

He turned his eyes to the Demon Sect, which had just formed an alliance not long ago, but only saw the bright yellow robe standing in the fishing storm, without moving at all. The aftermath of the battles everywhere made the robe on his body rush, but it seemed that the Demon Sect had no intention of taking action. Unfortunately, when Wei's Shuangying looked over, the Demon Sect was just paying attention to the battle there, with his eyes intertwined. The Demon Sect smiled shamelessly and then looked away.

"Damn it, I knew that it was not reliable to form an alliance with the people in the Demonic Dao. Now we can only rely on two brothers. The Demon Sect will not fight against cultivators of Wuhen for the sake of us. After all, the reputation of the White-haired Sword Saint is there, not to mention that it is still a situation of never stopping." Wei Ji blocked a long sword for Wei Feng and said with his back against Wei Feng.

Wei Feng also avoided the attack of a sword, and then said, "I wouldn't have come here if I had known it. Tianqi Peak has always been a dragon and tiger den. How many people covet the treasures here, but no one has ever succeeded. Our brothers were also blinded by lard at that time, so why did they think about coming here to fish in troubled waters?"

Wei Ji said angrily: "What's the use of saying this now? It's all here, and the disaster has been caused and people have been provoked. If we don't think of a way out, we can't leave. Don't say so much, it's important to think of a way to escape first."

"Brother, aren't you making things difficult for me? We two brothers have been so many years, and you know that you have always used your brain. If I put my strength into my mind, I would rather let Wuhen cut my head directly. Forget it, I'll block it for a while, think about whether there is any way." After that, Wei Feng rushed out with a red scythe.

Wei Ji called out, but Wei Feng did not respond. He could only curse in a low voice: "This stupid guy, even if he thinks of a way, he must first catch him out of Wuhen's hand. Could it be that move? But the rumored move is too bad and the price is too high."

He was still hesitating here, but after thinking for a while or two, he saw Wei Feng stabbing his thighs by a sword. If he didn't make a decision immediately, Wei Feng would probably die in Wuhen's hand. The vast sword rain suddenly stopped in Wuhen's hand. Time seemed to stop in that moment. Each sword stopped in the air. The ancient patterns on the sword, the sword edge exuded a cold and ruthless sense of killing.

Wuhen walked over step by step, one step was one zhang, not one point,

A few points were stomped on Wei Shi Shuangying's throat, unable to breathe. Wei Ji looked at Wei Feng who fell to the ground, and his throat rolled involuntarily, frowned, turned around and left without stopping at all.

Because Wuhen's thigh was pierced through his thigh with a sword finger, Wei Feng couldn't walk fast at all. At first, he was confident that he wanted to stop a powerful enemy for his brother for a while and was defeated without having to last a breath of effort under Wuhen's hands. Only after personal experience can we know how huge the gap is.

He limped towards Wei Ji, but his legs and feet seriously affected his movements, and Wei Feng was not fast at all. Wuhen seemed not in a hurry, holding a long sword obliquely, like a soul-catching Wuchang coming out of the underworld, with white hair like a waterfall, and his face was angry, approaching Wei Feng step by step.

Wei Feng watched with his own eyes as his most respected brother hesitated for a moment and ran away. He abandoned him and ran away. His steps of limping and trying to escape stopped, and he was stunned for a second. Then Wei Feng smiled and murmured to himself: "Brother, is this your solution? If we brothers must die one person and you choose me, then I will go."

"Don't think too much, both brothers will die. However, the relationship between you brothers is really touching. The elder brother left his brother to escape alone must have the intention of using his brother as a flesh shield. The younger brother knew that this elder brother was ruthless, but he was willing to die. I really don't know if you are really stupid or fake?" Wuhen's unhappy steps were unhappy, but his voice was close to his ears.

When a person is about to die, there is nothing to be afraid of. Wei Feng said: "Of course you won't understand. If you don't have a big brother in your life, it doesn't mean that I'm alive, but my brother is a smart person. Even without Wei Feng, Wei Ji will be very exciting in his life. Since childhood, he has been the big brother's brain and I have to work hard. No matter what the big brother makes, the choice is correct. If you are younger brother, you must listen."

Wuhen walked to Wei Feng's side, heard it, and his hands holding the sword turned slightly. Countless long swords that were originally stagnant in the sky pointed the tip of the sword at the escaped figure. Wuhen said, "I really feel worthless for you. Brother is not a friend, but I respect you. This is a kind of foolishness in itself. Killing you a person who doesn't even have your own heart is really dirty."

"Is that so? It's a pity. I heard that the sword of the white-haired sword saint Wuhen was very fast, just like his name, with sword Wuhen coming out and sword Wuhen being collected. I thought I wouldn't die too painful. It seems that it's a bit inconsistent with the name." Wei Feng saw the long sword in the sky turning direction, his pupils slightly dilated, and then smiled calmly and said.

Wuhenruo said "Oh" with interest and asked, "How do you say this?"

Wei Feng said: "The Sword Saint with the sword in his hand actually didn't even dare to cut a person who had lost his heart to resist. This sword is probably not dull and cannot hurt people at all. I think you shouldn't be called the Sword Saint, call it the Sword Turtle, the Sword Turtle with a turtle with a head shrunk."

Wuhen smiled contemptuously and said, "You don't need to provoke me. I've been practicing for countless hundred years. There is no difference between calling the Sword Saint or the Sword Turtle. My sword only kills the people it thinks are worthy of killing. As for you, you are not worthy of dying under my sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wuhen felt a crisis coming from his side. He thought to himself that something was wrong. He thought Wei Feng had already had ambitions to die and was all focused on Wei Ji. Unexpectedly, Wei Feng delayed his words, but was actually preparing to use all his cultivation to self-destruct and seek a death to the death.

Wuhen stepped on his feet, and he shrank into an inch and was about to leave here.

The distance is too close. Even if this distance is formed into a sword and shield, Wuhen cannot guarantee that he can escape unsuccessfully. Although the combat power of the Wei family's double heroes is not very good, they are cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage. No matter whether this cultivation level is obtained by taking medicine or practicing, the power of self-destruction is real. How dare Wuhen be careless?

But how could Wei Feng let Wuhen leave? He pulled out a little bit of the remaining true energy, formed an extremely complex seal, and shouted softly: "Death Crime."

A piece of black fell from the sky, like a huge coffin, covering the two of them. Wuhen said in his heart that damn, but his hands were not slow, and five sword fingers popped out one after another, and there was also a stroke in his hand. All the long swords in the sky aimed at Wei Ji's vest. Wei Ji jumped back to avoid, and could avoid one or two swords, but he could not avoid the endless long swords.

The moment when the black death cell completely blocked Wuhen's vision, it was also the moment when Wei Ji was pierced by the torrent of sword rain. Blood poured all over the floor. Wei Ji did not expect that he would die in front of Wei Feng until his death. His eyes were staring at the death cell, and his mouth was intermittent: "Why? Should I...stop it...."

With a loud "boom", the black death row was blown into pieces by a transparent aftermath of the explosion. The death row first changed from a coffin-shaped state to a spherical shape, and then broke, as if it had been blown out. A figure was thrown out from inside, like a piece of torn meat, bounced on the ground several times before stopping.

"Cough cough, I almost died. This fool is really a mess." Wuhen stood up coughing, and the blood spurted out was mixed with many internal organ fragments, but it doesn't matter. With Ma Hou who is rejuvenated by his wonderful hands and deep cultivation, these injuries will be recovered in time.

Looking back on the scene in the death row, Wuhen couldn't help but feel a little scared. He didn't know how long it had been since he had this feeling of walking on the edge of the cliff, but only this feeling could make people like them feel truly alive. If they had not touched the threshold of the third level and had the sword and shield strengthened a lot, they would have really died.

Wuhen threw a pill into his mouth and enjoyed the wounded place in his body, Wuhen breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his eyes to other battlefields, Long Zhan, Xianyin, Duan Wu, and Ma Hou were all fighting, and his eyes were full of passion. How long has it been, this long-lost feeling.

The screams in the formation gradually weakened, but they were still rising one after another. The corpse owner seemed to be crazy, driving the corpse slave, who could be called the corpse king, to search for the corpse king, to eat the corpse. The shriveled corpse slowly swelled up and became more and more golden.

"Tianqifeng, do you really want to be enemies with all the immortal cultivation sects in the Kunlun Secret Realm? Are you not afraid to be the target of public criticism? Such a cruel massacre, what is the difference between you and the people in the demonic path?" I don't know which elders were, screaming in panic under the massacre of the six monsters of Tianqi, like a dog from a broken family.

As soon as he finished speaking, a medicine hoe fell on his head, and a green light appeared on his body, blocking the attack. Then he looked at the attacker in shock. Ma Hou put the medicine hoe on his shoulder and said, "You are allowed to come to the door, so we are not allowed to kill a few people to vent their anger? Since we are going to cause trouble, we have to bear the anger of Tian Qifeng. Without this awareness, we dare to provoke. I wonder if you are in your mind, do you have to be shit or mud?"
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