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Jiang Manlou, who was injured by a punch and coughed blood, saw that his companion was worried about his life and did not care about anything else. He looked into the palm of his palm with patterns. The iron ball mechanism changed and turned into a heavy iron umbrella.

Hold in your hands.

Jiang Manlou pulled out the ink attack. He endured the pain of his injuries and practiced his cultivation, and his body rushed into the ink-she who gradually turned into black ink energy dissipated.

The dark night is full of the afterimage of his iron armor.

The afterimages shattered the illusory ink aura as vague as smoke, and finally condensed in front of the Yuezhi brother and sister. At this time, the prince of the demon clan who turned into a fire and exposed his true form was surrounded by raging fires and fires rushed over, and the fire suddenly rose.

Crashed on the surface of Qianji umbrella.

Jiang Manlou, wearing a pagoda iron armor, frowned bitterly.

After the prince of the demon clan transforms into shape, he will not be restrained by the body. If he can exert 70% of his true cultivation in a human form, then the power of the Fire Kirin body must be at least 90%.

If it weren't for the amazing defense of Tianji Umbrella and the iron armor on his body, this attack from Mount Tai would have to lie for ten days and half a month!

Even so, the situation in Jiangmanlou is not optimistic.

The Qianji Umbrella faced the Fire Kirin's huge body for only three breaths. The transformed prince of the demon clan opened his mouth and erupted flames, making the originally soaring fire more and more unstoppable, and within a radius of 100 meters, it instantly became a sea of ​​fire.

Jiang Manlou was also rushed backwards by the fire. Lingkong took advantage of the changes in the Motou mechanism to stabilize his retreat so that he would not hit the hard city wall.

He finally staggered beside the Yuezhi brother and sister. He was supported by the two of them, one on the left and one on the right, and did not fall.

The three of them were trapped in the sea of ​​fire.

The raging fires around were getting stronger and stronger, and the fire rose to a height of five meters. The sea breeze blew, causing sporadic flames to float everywhere in the night sky outside the gate of Zhujiancheng City.

Looking at the three people trapped in the sea of ​​fire, the city tower cultivators and the disciples of the sword-behind were extremely anxious.

The young city lord, who was in charge of the sword screen formation, struggled even more. This disaster belonged to the sword casting city, and it should be borne by his sword floating and the three hundred swords and sword slaves.

But now, the two masters of Tibing Mountain and Tianji Pavilion who can be completely out of the matter have suffered this disaster and have been born in the sword city. Jian Fuchang believes that he has never been a gentleman and rarely practices the way of a gentleman, but this time he cannot ignore it.

After taking a look at the city, the six junior brothers of Sword Spirit still had not arrived.

Jian Fuchang no longer hesitated. He thought flawlessly about what consequences his decision would bring to the sword casting city. He only knew that if he didn't save him, he would be ashamed of the red sword heart that had been forged for decades.

He pointed at the red and evil fingers in front of him, and the sword body trembled and made several sounds, and then a roar turned into red light and flew into the sky from the eyes of the sword screen.

More than 300 sword bones that had lost the support of the array eye dimmed, and each sword fell into the hands of those sword servants and sword slaves.

The sword floating and the soul suddenly stirred. He closed his eyes and locked his eyebrows and shook his head. Then he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes turning from turbid to sharp. He did not care about forcibly removing the damage caused by the sword screen formation, and suddenly jumped into the air.

Familiar handprints, familiar sword techniques.

Among the hundreds of gazes on the Sword Forging City Tower, he pointed out and shouted in a low voice to return to the sect...

Thousands of swords were inserted into the inner wall of the round castle in the prisoner's venue in the Sword Forging City, and dozens of them were nailed to a dry alien corpse.

At one moment, it seemed like he was summoned, and thousands of unwilling swords trembled together, and the sound was sharp and harsh. The frequency of the sword sounded even caused the entire circular castle to sway faintly, so shocked that it sat cross-legged in the Dragon and Tiger Prison.

Luo Changfeng opened his eyes, his eyes that were extremely clear.

He thought that something must have happened in the sword casting city. In order to restore his cultivation as soon as possible, Luo Changfeng simply turned a blind eye to foreign affairs.

Because he knew very well that no matter how thrilling the situation outside, only by returning to the peak of his past can he have the power to truly turn the world around.

Thousands of swords finally broke free and flew away one by one from the inner wall of the circular castle.

Meteor shower reappears in the night sky.

Countless sword lights flew past the starry sky on the tower of the sword-making city with a majestic gale, and flew towards the fire unicorn in the sea of ​​fire outside the city gate...

pity!

The thousands of swords of Wanjian Guizong were not as expected. When they formed a formation and flew over the starry sky, the demon princess who was watching the battle outside the city transformed from beginning to end, transformed into a golden phoenix. He opened his mouth and swallowed all the thousands of swords of Guizong flying in formation!

What a terrible strength!

Everyone on the city tower witnessed this scene with their own eyes, which was extremely shocking!

Seeing that his sister took action to swallow ten thousand swords, Lin'er in the sea of ​​fire did not need any more worries, so he vomited the Qilin flames even more unscrupulously.

The fire is blazing! The sea of ​​fire, which is a hundred meters in radius, is like a cauldron with the earth as the boreal furnace, and is about to refine the three Jiang Manlou who are deeply trapped in it into white bones.

"Ahem..."

"cough!"

The scorching temperature, the rolling wolf smoke.

In the fire of six people, the Yuezhi brothers and sisters who could not see anything at all looked ugly, their skin was redder, and their hot sweat fell like raindrops.

Jiang Manlou, wearing iron armor of the pagoda, felt that he could still hold on. Seeing the fire dragons spread rapidly under his feet, he took advantage of the Yuezhi brothers and sisters not paying attention and grabbed one person with one hand and threw it out at the city tower with all their strength.

"I'm sorry to take care of the two companions of Jiang."

Jiang Manlou's muffled voice came into his ears through the sea of ​​fire. The white-clothed sword confronted the huge golden phoenix in the air, floating down and glancing, then flying to the sword, gently pushing the two of them with the force, and Mo. The two of them steadily sent to the city tower. The sword floated and fell, and then waved the sword to slash at the golden phoenix's wings...

Yue and Mo Xiangqi, who were thrown out by Jiang Manlou at the critical moment of life and death, were anxious. Looking at the city tower, the world's number one young man in the sea of ​​fire, the scene of the starry sky oath and smiles suddenly appeared in my mind.

He cursed in his heart, thinking about how great you, a greedy guy who is afraid of death, pretended to be great? Yue and the other two held a short sword and wanted to jump into the sea of ​​fire and slash the Qilin again.

He had just raised his breath and just raised his feet, he saw a silver-white, cold sword light flying from the distant night sky.

Everyone on the city tower saw the sword light.

Because it is colder and colder than the red one in the sword floating in the hand!

In hundreds of eyes and in countless demonic eyes, the sword light fell from the night sky and flew into the sea of ​​fire. The sword flew back and forth several times along the edge of the sea of ​​fire, which was a hundred meters in radius. Wherever the cold sword flew, it was burning and The fierce fire was cut off from the head by the sword light, like grasslands, and was neatly cut by the passing wind knife.

After a circle, the fire was shorter.

After several circles, the sea of ​​fire gradually faded... Until the flames were only half a person high, the flying sword passed by in the last circle, and the sea of ​​fire outside the sword casting city was instantly blown by the sword wind!

Jiang Manlou looked at the sword that finally hovered in front of him and finally stopped frowning.

He raised his head and looked at the sky, and someone came in the air.