Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

"Hahaha... Even if two fight against one, they can't win. Where has the arrogance gone?" As the figure was flying, a sarcastic laugh suddenly sounded among the crowd watching the battle.

The person who spoke out was none other than He Hyun.

The sound was extremely exciting, and laughter resounded. All the monks watching the battle turned their eyes and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

Hexun's body swayed slightly, and as the sound was transmitted, he also jumped out and stayed away from Master Nirvana and others.

It seemed that his move was to provoke the nearly twenty monks on the opposite side.

"Damn it, junior, come here and fight with me." Immediately after Hexuan's words, a monk from a distance suddenly stepped out, skipping the fight and approaching Hexuan.

"I'm afraid you won't succeed, so let's fight." He Xuan did not give in, and in a flash, he also approached the monk.

Seeing He Xuan's sudden movement, Master Nirvana and the others were all surprised.

Based on He Xuan's behavior along the way, this behavior at this moment seems inconsistent with his usual cautious style.

However, just as He Xuan shouted and flashed, attracting the attention of the monks on the opposite side, a voice suddenly sounded in the ears of Master Ji Mi.

As soon as the voice reached their ears, everyone's expressions suddenly changed. At the same time, the auras all over their bodies surged, and the magic formulas in their bodies also moved rapidly.

The magic power in the bodies of Master Nirvana and several others was activated, and the surrounding heaven and earth immediately fluctuated and appeared, causing the monks on the opposite side to pay attention and lock their eyes tightly on everyone.

At this moment, within the range of Qin Fengming and the three men's fighting energy, two red lights suddenly appeared in one place at the same time. A red light suddenly appeared, followed by a scream, blood splattered, limbs flew, and a broken body suddenly appeared in the void, and then fell to the mountain below.

As the body fell, a red light flashed, and a sharp blade only about a foot long surrounded the body. The blade light was lasing, slashing and stabbing wildly on the body, and pieces of flesh flew everywhere. An extremely tragic scene unfolded on the spot.

In the hands of that unresponsive body, there was still a dark red sharp blade tightly grasped, but at this moment the blade no longer danced, and there was no resistance at all. The body seemed to have lost its intelligence and was dumbfounded.

If someone carefully examines the fallen body, they will find that there are green silk threads surrounding the skin of the body, and some threads penetrate deep into the skin and invade the body. The red short blade appeared, it was a small crimson sword about a foot long and with a shining red light.

"Ah!~~" A fierce roar suddenly sounded in the air, and a staggering body suddenly appeared in another void.

The body suddenly appeared, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.

However, before he could speak or make other actions, a slight spatial fluctuation suddenly appeared next to his body, and an illusory figure appeared beside him out of thin air.

As soon as the figure appeared, two seemingly invisible sword blades also flashed out at the same time. Without any time interval, they had already touched his body when the body was spitting out blood.

Blood splattered again, and the sharp sword blade sank directly into the body.

With one successful blow, the illusory figure that had just appeared had disappeared.

"No, Fellow Taoist Chi Qing was killed by the opponent." Just as He Xuan and the monk quickly approached, and blood splattered in mid-air, several exclamations sounded almost simultaneously in the distance.

"Everyone take action together and capture and kill the people on the opposite side." Immediately after the shouting, a cold and unquestionable order sounded on the spot.

As the words resounded, more than a dozen monks were shaken, and powerful auras surged out at the same time. Their bodies swayed, and they flew directly towards Master Nirvana and the others.

However, more than a dozen figures shot forward, and just as they stepped into the place where the three people were fighting, a series of tragic howls rang out in the void.

Every time a scream was heard, a figure would appear out of thin air, and then blood would splatter on the body of the person screaming, and then fall to the stone ground below.

In just a short breath, six people had already fallen into the mountains below.

"Retreat quickly, there is a space restriction here, and the junior can use the space magic circle to attack." A cry of surprise rang out, and a figure suddenly appeared, carrying two monks and quickly retreating back.

The remaining monks also sensed the danger and turned around without hesitation.

"How can it be easier if I want to leave now?" Suddenly, a sharp shout sounded like rumbling thunder in the void.

Accompanying this loud roar, an inaudible sneer and a strange magical sound were also mixed in.

Just from this slight sneer, a thick and surging sound wave suddenly surged into the air. The sound waves were mighty, wrapped in thick soul energy, sweeping across all directions like rolling waves.

The sound wave impact immediately involved several monks.

The phantom appeared, and the blades flashed and slashed. Immediately, the bodies of three more monks were damaged and they fell to the stone ground below.

A banging sound resounded, and a thick-backed blade suddenly slashed into the void. A loud shout also sounded on the spot: "What a shame, junior. You actually killed so many of my nephews with a weird movement technique."

Amidst the loud shouts, sword lights all over the sky suddenly appeared, like a mountain of rolling knives falling, and they rushed towards Qin Fengming, who appeared, covering his head and face.

The light of the sword flashed, and the vitality energy in the sky surged across, and a huge wave instantly enveloped an area of ​​several hundred feet.

As the sword light danced in the sky, the surrounding void seemed to become viscous in an instant, and a terrifying blocking force spread out, causing Qin Fengming, who suddenly appeared, to immediately fall into a strange fluctuation.

The person running the blade is the young Mahayana being that Qin Fengming believed.

This young man's movement skills are fast, his strikes are quick, and his timing is even more accurate. Just when Qin Fengming used the magic light and shadow movement technique to bully a monk and injured a monk with his shadow blade, the light of the sword appeared in an instant. Covering all directions around Qin Fengming.

The young man did not sacrifice the blade magic weapon, but was held by the young man and danced. The speed and rapid rotation were beyond imagination.

For a moment, Qin Fengming felt that his body was completely covered by the light of the sword, and the void was filled with sharp blade lights that seemed to be able to shatter the void.

Even when Qin Fengming used the magic light and shadow technique at this moment, there was no gap left.

The young man's technique was extremely fast and violent. He did not slash at Qin Fengming with one sword. Instead, he slashed at a wide area around Qin Fengming at a terrifying speed. The purpose was to trap Qin Fengming and prevent him from using his rapid speed. Attack the remaining monks with body skills.

The sudden appearance of sword lights made Qin Fengming suddenly stop. Sensing the rays of piercing swords that filled the void around him, Qin Fengming's heart tightened, but he did not panic at all.

In an instant, Qin Fengming knew the other party's plot, and with a cold snort in his heart, a red and blue fluorescent light flashed, and the Xuanwei Qingyan Sword appeared in his hand.

At the same time, his mind urged the Firefly Sword to flow, and a red streak disappeared out of thin air. When it reappeared, it had already appeared beside a monk who had just regained consciousness. The red light flashed and pierced the monk's Dantian.

A scream suddenly echoed through the void. At the same time, Qin Fengming's body suddenly flashed with colorful rays of light.

Encircled by the sword light in the sky, densely packed multi-colored sword blades that were several feet long flashed suddenly. There were finger-thick arcs lasing on the sword blades, many spiritual patterns lasing and traveling, and a terrifying sharp aura. As it moved around, cracks suddenly appeared in the void.

In an instant, a dense roar burst into the void filled with blades and blades.

"Qiang Lang~~" A rapid sound of fighting resounded, followed by a crisp sound of a sharp blade breaking, and a cry of surprise also suddenly sounded in the air.

A figure quickly retreated away, suddenly stopped in mid-air, and looked quickly at the short blade in his hand, with a look of disbelief on his face:

"Impossible. Even if you are holding a Mahayana natal treasure, it is logically impossible to break this precious sword of mine."

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