More than a dozen people were sent flying. Each of them spat out mouthfuls of blood, and their disguises began to shatter. Their faces were filled with fear.
Yang Qingxuan and the other eight people worked together to defend, and the effect was the best. They still stood their ground, but the eight of them were agitated, and they felt that it was difficult to continue.
Yang Qingxuan was shocked. "This, this …"
After the Sword Qi fell, it did not end with a single slash. Instead, the terrifying Sword Qi did not disperse, and it directly formed a huge storm in the valley. It kept spinning and cutting everything in it.
The Martial Cultivators who were injured were even more terrified. They hurriedly used their trump cards to resist the storm.
Zhao Yi was frightened. "It won't stop until we die, right?"
Everyone's heart kept sinking. It was not difficult to withstand a single attack, but the Sword Qi did not disappear for a long time. It kept on slashing! Slash! Slash!
Yang Qingxuan hurriedly said, "Quickly think of a way to get out of the valley!"
At this moment, everyone felt that the valley had undergone a huge change. It was as if they had fallen into an endless abyss.
Just as Yang Qingxuan guessed, the valley was a huge scabbard, and there was no way out.
Suddenly, a large amount of blood burst out from one of the people. He roared and forcefully moved away.
With a "swoosh", he appeared outside the storm.
That person was Zhu Shiqi. He was ecstatic, but in an instant, the smile on his face completely froze.
A frost sword stabbed out of his chest.
Starting from the wound, faint frost fell on Zhu Shiqi's body, slowly freezing and melting his body.
He turned his head with difficulty and saw a pure white figure behind him. He said with chattering teeth, "Sword … Sword … Spirit …"
A snow-white man stood behind Zhu Shiqi. He did not look like a real person, but more like moonlight.
The man was expressionless. With a shake of his sword, he cut Zhu Shiqi in half. Then, he put away his sword and stood there, quietly looking at the people in the storm of Sword Qi.
"Sword Spirit!" Everyone was shocked, and an even worse premonition arose in their hearts.
The figure was like moonlight, but also like frost. Just like the Sword Qi in the sky, it was pure and untainted.
Zhao Yi roared, "Kill this Sword Spirit, and we can get out!"
Everyone's face darkened.
Do I need you to tell me that? The key was how to kill them. Who would kill them? Would you do it?
As soon as Zhao Yi finished speaking, the Sword Spirit suddenly disappeared. Zhao Yi's expression changed greatly as he exclaimed, "Not good!"
Sure enough, the Sword Spirit appeared within the storm of swords. Moreover, it was completely unobstructed and could move about as it pleased. It was as if they were originally one.
Zhao Yi was terrified, and his eyes widened. "Don't come over! Don't come over! "
The Sword Spirit drew his sword, walked towards Zhao Yi step by step, and gently slashed down.
Zhao Yi's entire body was soaked in cold sweat as he roared, "Everyone, attack together!"
He knew that with his own strength, he could barely resist the storm. With the addition of the Sword Spirit, there was no way he could stop it.
In a moment of desperation, he could only hope that everyone would be in the same boat.
He withdrew most of his defensive power, and at the same time, withdrew his right hand. He made a hand seal, and a slash was formed.
Boom!
The two forces collided, and Zhao Yi was clearly at a disadvantage. The Sword Qi pressed forward, and Zhao Yi's body was covered in frost, and he was forced to retreat.
Yang Qingxuan shouted, "Attack!"
He didn't care what others thought, but for his own sake, he couldn't just sit back and do nothing.
Everyone shared a common destiny. If one was injured, they would be injured. If one died, they would die.
He reached out and grabbed, and a patch of Pure Earth spun in his palm, turning into a huge earth-type storm that moved toward the Sword Spirit.
It wasn't very fast. After all, it was suppressed by the storm of swords.
However, Yang Qingxuan's goal wasn't to kill the Sword Spirit, and it was clearly impossible to rely on this attack. He just wanted to resist the storm of swords and at least delay it a little.
At this moment, the others also grasped the opportunity and attacked.
All kinds of dazzling spells appeared one after another. The Sword Spirit originally wanted to kill Zhao Yi, but after looking around, it knew that it was no match for everyone, and it disappeared into the storm of swords.
Yang Qingxuan shouted, "Tearing Storm!"
He turned into a giant of earth and punched with all his might. Every punch carried a large amount of clay, and the weight of the space increased by tens of thousands of times.
The storm finally slowed down with a rumble, and it started to collapse bit by bit. It was chaotic and disorderly.
The dozen or so people were overjoyed. They stopped attacking and flew out one by one, landing in a safe place.
The slowest among them was Zhao Yi. After he was killed by the Sword Spirit, it became extremely difficult for him to resist the storm. Sword wounds kept appearing on his body.
Seeing that everyone had rushed out, he panicked and rushed out with all his might.
Suddenly, a white light flashed, and the Sword Spirit appeared in front of him again. It reached out and grabbed, and the scattered storm of swords gathered again and slashed toward Zhao Yi.
"No! Save me! Hurry up and save me! "
Zhao Yi screamed in horror.
However, in the next moment, he was swallowed by the storm of swords. He was directly cut into countless pieces and floated in the air.
Everyone's expression changed, and they all stared at the Sword Spirit in shock and anger.
The Sword Spirit was still expressionless, as if killing people was normal. Its pair of moonlight eyes quietly looked at everyone.
The storm slowly stopped spinning, and it was actually formed by hundreds of millions of small swords.
These swords didn't disperse, and they all gathered around the Sword Spirit. It was like a treasure trove of swords, ready to explode at any time.
Both sides faced each other like this for a while.
Suddenly, Sun San took a step forward and cupped his fists. "Lord Sword Spirit, we were bewitched by that shameless person, so we accidentally entered the valley and disturbed you. Now, that shameless person has been killed. It's the person that you just killed. Since the culprit is dead and the misunderstanding has been resolved, it's not convenient for us to stay any longer. Let's part ways here. "
Everyone was speechless, and they secretly scolded him for being shameless. However, at this moment, no one said anything.
The Sword Spirit looked at Sun San, and suddenly reached out and hooked his finger, indicating for him to come forward.
Sun San's face turned pale. He looked left and right, pondered for a moment, and cupped his fists. "Lord, if you have something to say, just say it."
The Sword Spirit's eyes turned cold. He pointed at a spot in front of him, indicating for him to stand there.
Sun San took a deep breath, and secretly regretted standing up. Now, everyone was staring at him, indicating for him to go forward.
After a moment of extreme hesitation, Sun San measured the spot. If something happened, he should be fine if he ran away with all his strength. Only then did he muster up the courage to walk over and stand at the spot indicated by the Sword Spirit.
Only then did the Sword Spirit reveal a satisfied expression. However, his smile suddenly froze. His originally expressionless face revealed great fear. He was at a loss and panicked, and looked behind Sun San in fear.
Sun San's body trembled, and he hurriedly turned his head. There was nothing behind him.
Suddenly, his heart sank, and he secretly said, "Not good! Did I fall into a trap? "
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