Even if you lead to hell, you will regret it at this time, and you can only charge.

Song Xiaonan suppressed the fear in his heart, took the lead, and rushed towards the figure that was close at hand. The light of white frost and fire above his head spread out from the light ball wrapped in dense light swords. The sword sounded endlessly and the roar of the beehive heavy cannon in the distance trembled people's hearts.

The night is like daylight, and the light and darkness shine on Song Xiaonan's face.

It was only a hundred feet away, and she said to herself in the blink of an eye.

The sword formations in front of them lit up one after another, and the devil in the sword formation seemed to have noticed danger.

It turns out that the devil is also afraid!

Song Xiaoxuan suddenly felt a little courage in his heart, and instigated his mount to run wildly at full speed. The spear in his hand pointed straight ahead and shouted angrily: "Kill!"

The soldiers followed her closely and roared in unison: "Kill!"

The wolf's hooves were clanging, like dense drum beats, and the silver-white light appeared again from the soldiers of the Yinshuang tribe. They rushed forward like a silver-white lightning!

A sword formation with light flowing in front of them.

But Song Xiaoxuan did not mean to slow down at all, and he buried his head in the sword formation without saying a word. Bang, the sword formation with light flowing shattered, and the broken sword and fragments shot towards the front like a rainstorm.

Without lightswords, the simple sword formation is not worth mentioning in front of Yinshuang's tribe.

Yinshuang's tribe, which had not yet disappeared, continued to rush towards the second sword formation, and the sword formation collapsed again!

The five frost fires in the sky also roared angrily at this moment, and the extremely cold frost fires rayed soaring, entangling the lights around them.

Life and death, success or failure, this is a blow!

In the illusion of blood-eyed eyes, a transparent and ubiquitous golden mist disappeared without a trace.

A large amount of flesh and blood containing blood and spiritual power, and the corpse acts as a medium. The divine blood that could not be excreted before was merged into the sword formation. The long swords were constantly shattered by the power of divine blood. Even so, the number of lightsabers was still increasing rapidly.

The scorching sun in the sky is much dimmer than before. The golden light column that seemed to be solid before has now become translucent.

The sword fetus is like an angry monster, running wildly.

The sound of the sword is as dense as fried beans. Just listening to the sound makes people excited and full of fighting spirit.

Ai Hui was not excited, he was extremely calm at this moment. When Yinshuang's tribe stepped into the sword formation, his every move was within his perception. He had been locked by the other party, covering his strong murderous intent, as if it were the essence.

Danger is imminent!

what to do?

I am still in the illusion and cannot escape. Since the sword body grew stronger, it is like a monster breaking free from shackles, uncontrollably under his control.

The sword fetus that Ai Hui cultivated was innate and was reborn after absorbing the blood of the gods. Many times, Ai Hui felt that the sword fetus was a living body with his own consciousness. This was not his illusion. The word "fetus" in the sword fetus contained the meaning of a living body. The other meaning refers to its unique self-growth nature.

These days Ai Hui witnessed with his own eyes how the sword body grew and grew stronger step by step. The number of swords inside the sword body is increasing, and each sword is a new sword intent, many of which Ai Hui has never seen before.

Ai Hui, who was watching, benefited a lot and opened his eyes.

However, he was also very confused. The power of the sword body is beyond doubt, and the self-growth nature of a living body is also amazing. But no matter how powerful the power is, it is impossible to control it, what is the meaning?

Ancient sword cultivators were not aware of this? Ai Hui felt that he would definitely not.

How did ancient sword cultivators solve this problem? Ai Hui thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out. The classics of the sword fetus are a broken chapter, and many key contents are missing. Ai Hui was not sure whether the sword fetus he cultivated and the sword fetus mentioned in the classics were the same thing.

Ai Hui felt that he was not in a hurry to do this problem before. He took his time and could always think of a solution.

But I never expected that the danger came so quickly!

The enemy is less than eighty feet away from him!

The terrifying white torrent was enough to stomp him into a meat paste.

What's worse is that Ai Hui discovered that many soldiers in the enemy formation took off the big bows on their backs.

Even Ai Hui, who was still in chaos, couldn't help but tremble. Was he shot into a hornet's nest first and then stepped into a meat paste?

Ai Hui could even see the hatred and fear on the faces of the soldiers.

Large bows are being pulled apart.

"Damn it!"

Ai Hui cursed, but he didn't expect that he would die in such a frustrating way in the end! He was shot into a hornet's nest by the enemy, and then trampled into meat paste by countless wolf hooves. This is probably the most frustrating way of death in the world...

Before he could finish his thoughts, his eyes went dark.

Is this dead? This thought subconsciously emerged from Ai Hui's mind.

But the next moment, he realized that it was wrong!

Just now, Ai Hui's mind was attracted by the Yinshuang tribe that was charging outside. He did not notice that the crazy-moving sword fetus suddenly dispersed, and the tangled Yin and Yang sword groups turned into two torrents and shot towards him.

The blood-colored light column that always covers Ai Hui is unblocked. The sword fetus originates from the cultivation of Ai Hui's spirit and spirit, and is part of Ai Hui's body. Ai Hui's spirit and spirit are the soil for nurturing the sword fetus. The blood of the gods is like nutrients, and the sword fetus and Ai Hui cannot be separated.

The sword group came too fast and there were too many, which instantly covered Ai Hui's vision, which made him look dark.

Countless swords, like huge fish, surrounded Ai Hui, forming a perfect ball. What is even more amazing is that the sword balls composed of countless sharp swords have clear boundaries between yin and yang, and are still entangled and constantly flowing.

Ai Hui in the sword ball immediately felt a strange rhythm.

Beat, beating like a heart.

Is this... a sword body?

For some reason, Ai Hui felt extremely intimate, as if he was connected by flesh and blood. Suddenly, Ai Hui suddenly realized that what he could not understand before suddenly became enlightened.

I see!

His mind was immersed in the sword fetus.

Dong, Dong, Dong.

It was almost effortless, and his mind was in tune with the rhythm of the beating inside the sword body, as if he was born to be like this.

The sword ball surrounding Ai Hui suddenly stopped working.

The next moment, thousands of swords sounded together.

Ai Hui was shocked, and a layer of invisible barriers that always existed between him and the sword body disappeared. Countless divine thoughts were like floods that broke into dams, instantly submerging him.

He instinctively reached out and grabbed it, and a small sword appeared in his hand.

The Silver Frost Wolf ran wildly at full speed, and the sword formations were destroyed and destroyed.

The soldiers on the wolf's back pulled apart one by one, and the arrows flashed cold light. Their movements were neat and uniform, and this was the last wave of bows and arrows. Such a short-range charge could also complete a bow and arrow volley, which was evident in the proper training of the Yinshuang tribe.

Song Xiaosun is surrounded by Deputy Radical Deputy Radical of Yinshuang, Hua Yunfeng, and is also the only powerful person in the Yinshuang tribe except Song Xiaosun. The reason why the deputy radical is not within the scope of [Frost Fire] is that the guard against the demise of the radical and the soldiers have no heads.

Hua Yunfeng's handsome face was ferocious at this moment, reflecting the deep hatred.

Too miserable!

One-third of the soldiers were injured and killed, and the powerful magical powers were almost destroyed. The Yinshuang tribe had never had such a tragic casualty. Hua Yunfeng felt cruel in his heart. Even if the other party was a devil, he would kill the devil!

Death!

With the hatred in his heart, Hua Yunfeng roared: "Let it go!"

The bowstring vibrated, extremely neatly, like a sound.

The sudden rain of arrows roared towards the center of the sword formation.

The distance between eighty feet was only a blink of an eye for the arrows left. The rain of arrows suddenly arrived, and the light illuminated the figure in the center of the sword formation, and a slightly thin boy looked like he was.

He closed his eyes tightly and was unconscious.

Song Xiaonan's pupils suddenly contracted, Ai Hui!

The last time Ai Hui led the Windmill Sword and penetrated the Divine Wolf Camp with an invincible attitude was a shame that no one in the Yinshuang tribe could forget.

It turned out to be Ai Hui!

Song Xiaojian was upset, yes, he should have thought of it long ago! The battle was so fierce that he never noticed Ai Hui. This was too abnormal. No wonder Shi Xueman and the others would spend such amazing manpower and material resources. If Ai Hui, then everything would make sense.

But, it's all over!

Song Xiaonan, who had sharp eyes, could clearly capture it, covering Ai Hui's radius ten feet!

The last ten, eight, five...

Ai Hui showed no sign of awakening, and Song Xiaonan's tightly pursed lips couldn't help but a slight arc appeared.

Go and die!

At this moment, a sudden sound of sword sounded.

This sword sound is different from any previous sword sound. It is not a bit exciting, but is low and hoarse, as if it is a dull drum.

Song Xiaoran's vision suddenly shook violently, and the silver frost wolf under her shook, and she almost fell off the wolf's back.

What's going on?

The whole valley was shaking.

Every sword formation and every long sword in the valley were trembling. The low and hoarse sword sound was composed of nearly a million long swords sounded at the same time.

It was like a gust of wind blowing, and the rain of arrows that almost reached Ai Hui's cheeks melted, turning into flying ashes. The arrow body melted, turning into flying ashes. The arrow feather melted, turning into flying ashes.

The broken light is like fog, dissipating with the wind.
To be continued...