Jiayou's Fun

All the Sword Sect disciples vomited blood, and some were unable to keep their footing in the air and fell into the lake in great embarrassment.

Han Yuweng looked at Hu Tianjun in shock. He closed his lips tightly, but blood spurted out from the gap between his lips uncontrollably... The harder he pressed his lips, the spurted blood turned into thin blades, 'chichichi' 'The squirting came all the way.

Among Wutongsou's disciples, Han Yuweng is one of the two or three people with the strongest cultivation. He has already glimpsed a little of the secrets of the heaven-human realm. His foundation is extremely solid and his foundation is extremely rich.

Even so, he actually failed to see clearly how Hu Tianjun took action and whether he used supernatural powers or magic weapons. In an instant, he destroyed the flying swords of so many Jianmen disciples.

Blood was still spurting out.

The flying sword Han Yuweng destroyed was his natal flying sword that he had been practicing for thousands of years. This sword itself is an acquired spiritual treasure sword embryo that was warmed in the Earth Lung Furnace of Jian City. After thousands of years of hard work and sacrifice, he nourished it day and night with his soul, essence and blood, and its quality has been improved by several levels. Among the acquired spiritual treasures , and the quality is definitely top-notch!

In the past, Han Yueweng's natal flying sword penetrated so many defensive secret treasures, tore apart so many defensive spells, chopped up so many protective talismans, and killed so many monks?

But today, it was unexpectedly smashed to pieces by Hu Tianjun.

Sword cultivators are so bad, a flying sword of their own is very powerful...but most sword cultivators only carry a flying sword with them. This flying sword is almost equivalent to their clones. The better they are refined, once it is destroyed, The more injured you are.

Han Yuweng finally couldn't hold his mouth shut, he opened his mouth slightly, and a big mouthful of blood mixed with a little bit of small internal organs spurted out. His body was shaking, and blood immediately flowed out of the corners of his eyes and nostrils.

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Han Yuweng stared at Hu Tianjun. His breath swayed violently up and down for a while, and he slowly declined from the ultimate perfection state of Zhao Kong, bit by bit, to the late stage of Condensing Dao Fruit.

Kids playing with swords are very dangerous. Hu Tianjun put his hands behind his back and looked at Han Yuweng calmly: You are not qualified to talk to me... Get out of here with these little minions.

Hu Ping shouted joyfully in the air: Dad, you are so powerful, Dad, you are so awesome! Dad, kill them, kill them... They cut me, they cut me... Look, I The crotch is still bleeding!”

Don't let them go, kill these sons of bitches!

‘Bang bang bang’, streaks of sharp cold light lit up high in the sky. The moment his flying sword was shattered, more than a dozen Sword Sect disciples who had been prepared for it had already issued warning messages.

High in the sky, several old men with long robes and long sleeves and high crowns were already approaching quickly on the floating clouds. A dozen giant floating warships began to speed up. Several warships separated to the left and right, heading to outflank this side. Come.

On a floating mountain peak, streaks of cold light flashed. The sword lights quickly outlined a huge sword array around the mountain. The cold air came straight over nearly a hundred miles away. On the lake, deep streaks of light appeared again. Deep, thin sword marks.

Hu Tianjun snorted coldly. Behind him, the old boatman standing at the stern of the boat slowly raised his head and said sadly: The current owner of the photo studio is doing things here. Fellow Taoists who have nothing to do with this, please don't come and take advantage of the fun... Hehe, people will die!

Several old men with strong auras in the sky were stunned, and they immediately pressed down on the clouds and stopped motionless in the air.

Looking at this movement, is there a conflict between the photo studio and the Jianmen disciples?

Then, it has nothing to do with them.

They came to the Sword Washing Pond because of the case of the disappearance of the entire Wanhua Sect, and the disappearance of a large number of elite disciples from all the major sects... They gathered here not to help escort the Sword Sect disciples. .

Did the people from Jianmen provoke these killers from the photo studio?

Hey, these disciples of the Sword Sect are also accustomed to drawing their swords against each other when they disagree. There is no need for them to get involved in this good show.

Most of the dozen or so flying warships in the sky stopped. Only four warships suddenly descended and continued to gallop this way with murderous intent.

On the floating mountain peak controlled by Jianmen disciples, thousands of Jianmen disciples dressed in white turned into rainbows and rose into the sky, forming an formation and rushing towards the small sampan.

The name of the photo studio owner is very scary.

But in the hearts of these Jianmen disciples, the name of the photo studio owner is not scary enough!

For 30,000 years, Jianmen has been the absolute number one sect in Yuanlingtian, surpassing many sects. In the heart of every Jianmen disciple, there is a sense of pride of 'not afraid of heaven and earth', or in other words, crazy. proud!

The sword light was so fast that it reached the top of the head in just one breath, just a hundred miles away.

Thousands of Sword Sect disciples formed a sword formation, and the fierce sword intent crushed them head-on. In the sword formation, a middle-aged man looked at Han Yuweng who was vomiting blood and hissed: Uncle Master, what are you...

The middle-aged man looked at Han Yuweng and then at Hu Tianjun who was standing on the small sampan. He gritted his teeth, his face darkened, and he shouted sternly: Get up and kill him!

No matter who you are, if you provoke the sword sect, you will kill him with one sword!

For thirty thousand years, this has become the standard practice for Jianmen disciples when walking outside.

With the support of Jianmen, who has the supreme position in Yuanlingtian, the disciples of Jianmen act so directly and neatly.

No matter who you are, it’s just a matter of one sword!

In the sword formation, the disciples of the Sword Sect were all rotating their swords. Cold light followed a mysterious trajectory and surged rapidly. In an instant, the swords and swords of thousands of people merged into one, forming a line that was several miles long. The black and white sword light cut off his head.

Hu Ping was so frightened that he screamed: Dad, help, help!

Then, Hu Ping screamed loudly: Be careful, hit my dad, don't hit me too... I'm already injured like this, I'm completely harmless to you!

Hu Tianjun was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

‘Kick my dad’?

These words are really...only someone who is inferior to an animal can say such words!

The Disillusionment Floating Liangyi Sword Formation. Hu Tianjun sneered sinisterly: This sword formation is not bad, but if you want to deal with me, you guys still need some help.

He raised his right hand, and the exquisitely polished palm suddenly turned pitch black like it was carved from white jade. Wisps of thin black smoke continued to spray out from the palm of his hand, and Hu Tianjun's right hand suddenly gave people an extremely terrifying shock.

Looking at his dark palm, it was as if he had suddenly experienced the most terrifying nightmare in broad daylight. It was as if all the incredible and terrifying scenes he had seen in a nightmare were reappearing in front of his eyes at the same time.

Han Yuweng and dozens of Jianmen disciples whose flying swords were smashed were the closest to Hu Tianjun, and they could see the dark palm clearly. The more this happens, the more clearly they can see the tiniest palm prints and tiniest fingerprints on his palms... as well as the twisting, wriggling, rising black smoke.

Their souls were almost swallowed whole by this palm.

Extreme fear arose from his heart, Han Yuweng suddenly roared, and an astonishing sword intent in his body suddenly whirled, slashing hard at his own soul. Blood spurted out from Han Yue Weng's ears, and he screamed at the top of his lungs: Don't look at his hands!

The black and white sword light slashed down.

Hu Tianjun's dark palm gently patted the sword light.

An earth-shattering cry sounded, and the shocking sword light that was several miles long shattered, and thousands of Sword Sect disciples in formation all vomited blood.

There was no sign of damage on their chests, but there was a dark palm print silently on each of their hearts.

The palm print sank three inches deep into the flesh, shattering even their ribs.

Traces of black mist rose from the palm prints, swallowing their flesh and blood bit by bit, and melting their magic power bit by bit. Thousands of Sword Sect disciples felt extreme pain at the same time. Countless illusions appeared in front of their eyes, and their hearts twitched violently. Waves of weakness.

The sword formation collapsed, and thousands of Sword Sect disciples trembled all over, falling from the sky with pale faces.

Their natal flying swords whined loudly and circled rapidly around their master, flying around like a swarm of headless flies, constantly making a buzzing sound.

Hu Tianjun waved his dark palm lightly, and there was a crisp sound of 'Chlanglang', and thousands of flying swords exploded into pieces.

As a result, thousands of Sword Sect disciples who had been severely injured once again vomited blood, rolled their eyes, twitched and fainted. Black smoke kept coming out of their chests, and the flesh, blood, essence, and mana on their chests were being swallowed up by the black palm prints, and the area of ​​the black palm prints was rapidly expanding.

‘Pah, pah, pah, pah’, hundreds of sharp cold lights exploded in the sky.

On the floating mountain peak, among the four flying warships controlled by Jianmen disciples, many Jianmen disciples sent out emergency messages for help.

For a moment, I saw countless sword lights flying into the sky in the direction of Sword City, and in the direction back to Yanlin, there were also many sword lights flying in the sky, rushing towards this direction with murderous intent.

Hu Ping screamed at the top of his lungs: Dad, you are awesome, you are awesome...Dad, put me down quickly, put me down quickly...Hey, Dad, you are so awesome. When you get back, I will invite you to drink wine at Canhualou. , let me tell you, that old bustard from Canhualou, that waist, that look in his eyes, hey, you must try it...it's so delicious!

Hu Tianjun's dark right palm twitched violently. He looked deeply at Hu Ping, seriously considering whether to kill the animal with one palm!

A powerful sword light came rushing from the direction of Huiyan Lin.

In this sword light, a large number of talismans are constantly splashing and lighting up, and the fire and lightning roar continuously. It is clearly borrowing some kind of void moving sword talisman to achieve such terrifying high speed.

The sword light wrapped around a large boat, and in a few breaths, it rushed to the nearby water.

The sword light converged, and the huge painted boat fell heavily on the water. The white turtle roared in anger and rose into the sky: This is Jianmen's territory. Who dares to cause trouble on my Jianmen's territory? Anyone who doesn't want his life, please report your name. Come! I, Bai Yu, said that I want you to fill the house with chickens and dogs and leave no one behind!