Huang Pengxiao looked at the big sword that gradually recovered his initiative and charged towards the purple lightning cloud in the sky, and looked at the purple lightning that was not enough to stop the small intentions, and frowned.

It seems that he has mastered the initiative.

But he had the feeling that he became passive instead, and the illusion that he would be defeated by his command and attacks made by many sword cultivators at the same time.

After shook his head, the sword blade of the big sword had already stabbed into the purple clouds. The purple clouds began to shake, and the many tiny purple lightnings were not enough to see.

The illusion is that I think too much.

This is obvious, the outcome has been decided.

Dong!

Suddenly, the big sword seemed to hit a very hard stone, and it could not enter the slightest.

Half of the sword body had been inserted into the purple cloud, and half of it could not move forward.

"Add more force!"

The sword cultivators frowned almost at the same time, with a serious expression.

Behind that, it was like someone who actually grabbed their sword blade with his hands and merged his hands to prevent the sword blade from moving forward again.

"It should be that kid's last struggle."

They regard this resistance as Zhang Xi’s last struggle in life.

After all, he is a major-level strong man. The energy that can burst out at the last moment of his life will naturally not be too weak.

The self-destruction of the wei-level strongman may take away the school-level masters if he is not careful. They think that Zhang Xi is burning his life for the final struggle.

Continue to push the sword upwards, just push the blade forward, pierce his hands, pierce his giant armor, and pierce his body, everything will end and return to peace.

Sizzy—

A strange scene happened, and the big sword composed of many colorful sword blades gradually began to be dyed purple along the part that was not buried in the purple cloud.

From a distance, it was a bit like a big sword piercing a person's body. The blood in the person's body flowed down the blade of the sword, gradually dyeing the blade's blade's body red.

But does Ziyun have blood?

If it is not Ziyun's blood, then who would have such purple blood?

Is it Zhang Xi's blood?

Even if it was him, even if the blood in the body of that kid was a monster was purple, how huge would the blood volume of such a big sword be? They had a bad premonition.

They have sufficient combat experience and have a level of cultivation, and rarely have time to deceive themselves.

Being able to achieve today's cultivation level, resources are important, opportunities are important, combat experience, especially many and various combat experiences. Their achievements today are that they have many and various combat experiences.

Experience tells them that everything seems to be on the rise, but it is not good.

"What!"

"Why?"

"Where did he get such powerful abilities!"

Under the magnifying eyes of the masters who were surprised, the purple color gradually dyed all over the sword body fell down the hilt of the sword and fell towards the center of the sword formation.

The moment the purple "drips" fell, all of them lost their perception of the great sword.

How could it be?

Huang Pengxiao looked even more incredible. He knew the strength of these sword cultivators very well. The strength they combined was to deal with the old monsters of the Zhan family. They had the power to fight against Zhan Fenghua, which could make him feel embarrassed. How could he be defeated by a purple-grade spiritual weapon in Zhang Xi's hand?

They can be regarded as the best among the entire Zhaoye sword cultivators.

In order to give them stronger combat power, to allow them to still have the power of fighting when some masters arrive, and even directly hit those masters to fall, they can reduce their identities and cooperate with each other and obey commands in unison.

Every one can take it out, one person can fight thousands of troops.

However, if they work together, they can't do anything to Zhang Xi?

While he was still wondering what Zhang Xi did or what kind of master he invited to help, he saw the purple "liquid" falling into the heart of the sword formation.

The sword cultivators looked solemnly one by one, but none of them responded.

The sword formation is formed by combining the power of all of them, and is completely different from a sword formation of a person.

Even if it destroys the sword formation, the power of its destruction is also shared by the sword cultivators at the same time.

Moreover, even if they have that sense of crisis, it is really hard to imagine how capable Zhang Xi will be, and they don’t think he will have the possibility of hurting them.

"Dingdong"

It is like a drop of dew falling on the ground, light and pleasant, and a lively sound splashes around.

The sputtered purple water splash does not look much lethal.

Several proud sword cultivators showed a contemptuous smile after breathing a sigh of relief.

Yes, being able to block their joint sword can be regarded as a great recognition of cultivation ability. I want to injure them and dream in the daytime.

However, just as their smiles had not lasted for a long time, the sputtering purple "splash" turned like a rolling wolf. From gentle and inanimate characteristics, it gradually became vital, turning into big fish that used the land under its feet as the ocean, fluttering and swimming, becoming bigger and bigger, growing into dragons covered with purple lightning.

There are as many dragons as there are. When they are less than ten steps away from the sword cultivator, they tilt their heads up and soar into the air, opened their mouths and exposed their fangs, and bit them at them with their majestic limbs and claws.

"Why don't you move? Do not do it! Don't be too big, those things seem a bit weird!" Huang Pengxiao didn't want the sword cultivators to be too big, so he called them to dodge quickly.

However, they stood there like sculptures. Except for the complex struggles in their eyes, each of them had no movement at all.

What's going on?

Huang Pengxiao frowned, and he looked at the other companions beside him.

"That thing just fell on the heart of the formation." A master, as a bystander who had not participated in the battle, put forward his objective ideas.

"Can you help?" Huang Pengxiao asked.

When asked this, the purple electric dragon had already swallowed a sword cultivator in one mouthful.

"What kind of ability is this? If we can't move it even if we touch it, it will really become a joke." The master next to him shook his head. Before he couldn't figure out what ability it was, he would not try his best and exchange his companions' sacrifice for the final victory. This is also the way for them to achieve this point today.

There will always be sacrifices in war.

In every successful battle, there must be sacrifices from companions, which is to step on the corpse of companions to achieve success.

Too emotional, if you are desperate when you see your companion die, it may delay the overall situation and cause more unnecessary losses.
Chapter completed!