On Qingfeng Island, the scattered sword cultivators resisted with all their strength, and their sword energy was swaying.

Donghai Swordsman's personal combat power is indeed strong.

Alone, both are swordsmen with extremely strong cultivation.

The sword light flashed, causing spiritual light and blood to fly.

Sword cultivators are the most powerful beings among all kinds of cultivators.

Even those black-armored demon clan formations couldn't break through the sword cultivator's defense line for a while.

Han Muye looked at the fight on the beach and turned to look at the sky.

Lu Wuming looked gloomy and turned his head to look into the distance from time to time.

Over there is the location of the Qingfeng Sword Sect's mountain gate.

Reinforcements will come from that direction.

"Wow--"

Above the water, a figure rushed out.

A black-armored monk holding a spear flew towards Lu Wuming.

The heavenly realm of the spirit-armored demon clan!

The spear mobilized the power of heaven and earth, and the water waves turned into tides, crashing down on Lu Wuming's head.

This shot has the shadow of the great road.

artistic conception.

Just like the will of a sword.

Unexpectedly, among the spirit-armored demon clan, there are also masters who have practiced marksmanship to this level.

Lu Wuming looked solemn and waved his sword in his hand.

"when--"

The sound of the collision of spears and swords resounded, shaking the Baili Island.

The falling water splashed and countless rocks collapsed.

All those sword cultivators had to retreat.

The water waves rolled, and the black-armored army rushed in again.

Lu Wuming gritted his teeth and shouted: "Get in formation and defend Qingfeng Island!"

Behind him, the Qingfeng Sword Sect disciples did not hesitate, they all flew down and stepped on the beach.

The sword light connected with each other, causing the aura to turn into a long dragon, standing in front of countless black-armored monsters.

The battle situation was slightly stabilized due to the action of the Qingfeng Sword Sect disciples.

Many sword cultivators breathed a sigh of relief.

The green-robed Taoist beside Qi Ziming took a breath and looked into the distance: "Okay, okay, if you hold on for half an hour, reinforcements will probably arrive."

"Qingfeng Sword Sect will not ignore us."

On the beach, the Qingfeng Sword Sect disciples took action, attracting countless cheers.

Those sword cultivators who were already frightened gathered their fighting strength again.

In Donghai Kendo practice, casual practitioners and sect practitioners complement each other.

Many casual cultivators left the sect and wandered among various islands after practicing in the sect. Because they searched for treasures and completed various tasks, they left the sect and wandered among various islands.

There are also many family practitioners who actually have sect status.

It's just that there are many rules in the sect, and many swordsmen who are used to being free and unorganized do not want to be controlled and would rather be casual cultivators.

Anyway, there are sufficient resources in the East China Sea, and at low levels, there is not much difference between casual cultivators and sect cultivators.

When your cultivation becomes advanced later on, just like Mo Yuan, you can find a sect to affiliate yourself with and become a worship elder.

"when--"

The black-armored monk's spear was knocked back again.

Lu Wuming's face turned slightly red and he did not take a step back.

In the distance, spiritual light and sword energy were already shining.

Reinforcements are coming!

"boom--"

There was a loud roar in the distance, attracting everyone's attention.

Then several golden streams of light rose into the sky.

Qingfeng Sword Sect’s signal for help!

Both Lu Wuming and the sword cultivator on the island looked pale.

Reinforcements are surrounded!

Moreover, the spirit-armored demon clan surrounding the reinforcements was so powerful that even the strong men of the Qingfeng Sword Sect asked for reinforcements.

Lu Wuming looked down.

At this time, all the sword cultivators looked blank.

They are waiting for reinforcements.

The reason why you can fight without retreating in the face of ten times the enemy is because you know that as long as you hold on for a moment, reinforcements will arrive.

At this time, the reinforcements were surrounded?

Even the strong men of the Qingfeng Sword Sect can't rush over?

Although the spirit-armored demon tribe is powerful, they are an endless tribe and they do not have any top masters.

For a long time, the reason why neither the Dragon Clan nor the Sword Dao Sect took the Spirit Armored Demon Clan seriously was that the Spirit Armored Demon Clan did not have a master of Dingding.

However, without a master, how can one besiege the strong men of the Qingfeng Sword Sect?

"Let's go, come with me to save people." Lu Wuming gritted his teeth and shouted in a low voice.

Save people.

The Qingfeng Sword Sect disciples who were standing in formation on the beach looked at each other and flew up.

No matter how many casual cultivators there are, they are still not as good as those of my own sect.

Qingfeng Sword Sect, that is its foundation.

Lu Wuming let out a long roar, and the sword light merged with the sword formation, turning into a giant sword a hundred feet long, and rushed towards the distance.

There was silence on Qingfeng Island.

Without the strong men of Qingfeng Sword Sect, how can these more than ten thousand sword cultivators defend themselves?

In an instant, all the fighting spirit that had gathered collapsed.

Looking at the black-armored demon clan rushing in like a tide, some people dropped their swords on the beach, while others gritted their teeth and rushed over.

Today, death is the only destination.

Qi Ziming held the sword in his hand and looked at Han Muye in front of him.

Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly stood up.

On his body, the faint sword light began to gather, and then turned into a rich halo.

The strength of this sword light made Qi Ziming and others look askance.

"Han, Brother Han, you, your cultivation -" Qi Ziming whispered.

At this time, Han Muye's cultivation level had risen from the golden elixir revealed before to the heavenly realm.

This is a heavenly monk!

There is more than one heavenly realm person on Qingfeng Island. After Lu Wuming left, there was another heavenly realm monk!

The sword light from Han Muye's body swayed, causing the sword cultivator who had collapsed to pause.

With Heavenly Realm Daxiu here, is there still a glimmer of hope?

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Han Muye.

This is the only hope.

Han Muye unsheathed his two swords and flew towards the sky.

Over there, the great monk in black armor laughed loudly and smashed the spear in his hand at Han Muye's head.

In his opinion, Qingfeng Island without the protection of Qingfeng Sword Sect can be captured in a moment.

Below, everyone raised their heads and looked at Han Muye in the sky.
To be continued...