"After the order, the disciples of Piaomiao Sect formed the Piaomiao True Spirit Sword Formation and killed this son!" Old Zhou's face turned pale and suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Su Xuan.

Suddenly, the thousands of true disciples and core disciples of Piaomiao Sect raised their long swords in their hands.

Neatly tidy.

A little above Su Xuan's head.

"Swish swish swish swish..."

Thousands of sword lights cut through the air, the light flashed, and the sword roared... The entire Piaomiao Mountain seemed to have become a sword mountain.

The sword lights were like meteors that were flying from the ground toward the sky, dazzling and dazzling!

The space where Su Xuan is located seems to have become a shrouded and confined death area.

Even the air was divided into air spiral swords by the sharp sword.

Not only that, when thousands of sword lights gathered at the same point above Su Xuan's head, a terrifying scene appeared, and they gathered into a huge sword blade.

The sword blade passes across the heaven and earth, and is bloody.

The layers of air and space flee quickly and cracked. The giant sword was simple and bright red, as if bleeding, as if burning. The sword blade was more than a hundred meters long and more than ten meters wide.

As the sword blades accumulate momentum, the entire Piaomiao Mountain trembled a little.

Even the sun in the sky was covered by the sword light.

Moreover, this sword formation is not simple. It actually contains some of the mountain and river momentum here, integrating the thickness of Piaomiao Mountain and the agility of Piaomiao River behind Piaomiao Mountain.

"This..." Hong Dongli and Nangong Qudu were suppressed, their faces were extremely serious, of course, solemn and relaxed.

The solemn reason is that the foundation, methods and ultimate moves of Piaomiao Sect are beyond imagination and make them frightened.

It's easy because they are sure that Su Xuan will die.

"Little bastard, are you going to fuck me to death now? I'm standing here, hahaha... Little bastard, this world is big and can't tolerate you being rampant. How can you imagine the methods of Piaomiao Sect?!" Old Zhou laughed and grinned: "I beg you to fuck me to death now!"

Mr. Zhou was very excited.

To be honest, he never expected that the true spirit sword formation of Piaomiao Sect was so powerful?

An unexpected surprise.

"Kill!" The next moment, the thousands of true disciples and core disciples of Piaomiao shouted at the same time. Their faces were solemn, their eyes were excited and proud, their bodies trembled slightly, and their throats were trembling. There was a kind of sharpness that only sword cultivators could have, and they were determined to move forward and fight to the death.

Su Xuan was slightly surprised.

This senior executive like the sect leader of Piaomiao Sect is not very good.

The disciple is okay.

at the same time.

"Hu..." The giant sword blade roaring across the sky slashed towards Su Xuan.

It's like a heavenly punishment.

Too scary.

Mount Tai is pressing on the top.

The speed of the giant sword is extremely fast...

Lock Su Xuan.

"Little bastard, if you can survive this sword, I can call you dad." Old Zhou said to himself word by word.

As the giant sword blade was about to reach Su Xuan's head, the moment when Su Xuan was about to slash Su Xuan into nothingness, suddenly...

miracle!

A miracle that cannot be believed in death... appears.

Su Xuan actually disappeared out of thin air.

"How is that possible?! Mr. Zhou almost fell to the ground.

No blood on his face.

Shake your head fiercely.

Unbelievable.

Even because of the violent emotional fluctuations, all internal organs were affected and a trace of blood was added to the corner of my mouth.
Chapter completed!