Boom——!

The three spirit swords rang out sadly at the same time.

Their corresponding swords also vomited blood.

"Hold on!" Xu An roared and pushed his legs upwards, as if he was trying to lift up the sky.

Zhen He remained silent, but his black hair gradually turned white.

Duan Feng stared at the remains of the demon cultivator with bloodshot eyes: "Give it to me, break it——!"

The three swords became one.

The sword curtain suddenly collapsed into three sword auras, which wrapped the lifeblood of the three people and chopped off the remains of the Yuanying Realm demon cultivator and flew out.

The sword energy cuts again.

Snap——!

The originally solid magic circle finally broke open.

It all happened too quickly, from the time Xu An opened the formation to the appearance of the remains of the Yuanying demon cultivator, only two or three breaths of time.

The disciples of Jian Ge then realized what the three senior brothers were doing.

The moment the demonic energy barrier was broken, guided by the sword formation, the swords of a hundred sword pavilion disciples were unsheathed and suspended in the air at the same time.

The demonic tide surging in the gap was forcibly split open by the barrier formed by the flying swords.

Duan Feng was covered in blood and shouted: "Go!"

The remains of the demon cultivator rushed forward again, and the raging demon flames condensed into a punch and smashed into the sword formation.

Boom——!

Starting from the tip of the Ice Soul Sword, fine cracks appeared, just like Duan Feng's blood-soaked skin.

Zhen He was half-kneeling, but still used his back as a pillar to hold up the array that was about to collapse.

A gray-robed disciple suddenly knelt down and kowtowed: "Brother, if you don't leave, how can we live alone!?"

Before he could finish his words, Xu An used his sword energy to pull out his fist: "Idiot! Are you letting us shed our blood in vain?"

At the edge of the formation, the disciples of other sects, who had been forcibly chopped out by the Three Talents Sword Formation, were scrambling to run out.

But the disciples of Jian Ge seemed to be rooted to the spot.

A Wuqingya disciple tightly grasped the blood-stained sleeve of Duan Feng: "When Jian Ge was founded, the founder established the rules. Jian Ge will not have cowards who abandon their fellow disciples and run away! Senior Brother, have you forgotten what the ancestor said to us that day?"

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion behind her drew their swords in unison, and the cold light made the demonic energy around the demon stagnate.

Duan Feng's throat was filled with blood, and his left eye had long been crushed into minced meat by the pressure from the sword formation.

He pointed at the disciple's acupuncture points, and his Qi instantly sealed his meridians: "It's my brother who broke the rules today. It has nothing to do with you!"

A disciple suddenly stood up and rushed to the center of the formation, trying to transform himself into sword intent to strengthen the Three Talents Sword Formation.

However, Zhen He hit him on the back of the neck with the scabbard of his sword. The spiritual sword named Cang Yun was shaking like a leaf in the wind.

"Let's go!" Seeing the remains of the demon cultivator coming again.

Xu An formed seals with both hands, and several array patterns appeared under the feet of the surrounding disciples.

Before these Jian Ge disciples could react, they were teleported outside the magic circle.

The killing array became a moving array, even if it only changed the center of the array where he was, it meant that he would take 70% of the punch from the remains of the demon cultivator.

Zhen He rolled up his sleeves and created a ten-foot wave of air, which directly blew the most stubborn disciples out of the magic formation.

"Brother Duan!" Duan Feng looked at his junior sister who was tugging at his sleeve, refusing to let go even though her fingers were bloody. For the first time, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

He touched the tear-stained face, and then used his hand to push it out of the magic circle.

In the void, only a stern rebuke remained: "Whoever dares to look back again in the future is not worthy to call me Senior Brother!"

When the last piece of clothing disappeared at the edge of the magic circle, Zhen He suddenly fell to his knees, and the Cangyun Sword beside him broke into two pieces.

Duan Feng's icy soul was shattered into pieces, and he looked like a corpse that had been pulled out of water of blood, yet he was sitting upright.

Xu An looked at the empty center of the array and chuckled, his trembling fingers still clenched on the array plate.

At this moment, the Three Talents Sword Formation was shaking and about to collapse.

Outside the sword formation, there were not just one but two remains of demon cultivators.

Monk Huikong originally wanted to awaken the remains of the third demon cultivator, but for some reason the remains of the demon cultivator did not respond at all.

Fortunately, the remains of the three direct disciples of Jian Ge and the two infant demon cultivators were all lifted up.

"Brother." Xu An smiled bitterly, holding up the broken Lingxian Sword, and propped up his shaky body: "Sword cultivators, sword cultivators, as long as the person is alive, the sword is alive, if the sword is broken, the person is broken... Our sword is broken."

"Junior Brother Xu An is wrong." Zhen He stood up and looked coldly at the remains of the two demon cultivators hanging above his head: "Do you two junior brothers still remember what the ancestor said?"

A hoarse roar emanated from Duan Feng's broken throat.

"If one day our swords are broken... then, we will use bones as swords, blood as blades, and souls as fire!"

The three of them stood side by side.

They were surrounded by disciples from other sects who were frightened to death by the remains of the Yuanying Demon Cultivator.

Behind them, a magic array was slowly closing in.

Outside the gap were the sad eyes of the Sword Pavilion disciples. They all tried to fill the gap with their own strength, but to no avail.

"The inheritance of the Sword Pavilion has never relied on a particular sword." Xu An said loudly, "but on the sword bones that will move forward even in death!"

"Today, I, the eldest disciple of Hidden Sword Peak, Zhen He, will transform my body into a sword!"

"Today, I, the chief disciple of Wuqing Cliff, Duan Feng, will transform my body into a sword!"

"Today, I, the eldest disciple of Lingyun Peak, Xu An, will transform my body... into a sword!"

"Three swords in one!"

Xu An, Zhen He, and Duan Feng faced the remains of the two Yuanying Realm demon cultivators who were coming to kill them.

There is fearlessness and a willingness to die in his eyes.

The three of them sang in harmony, their sound like the sound of swords.

"Sword formation!"

"open--!"

…

Qin Luofeng is dead.

He did not die in the siege by the remains of two Yuanying realm demon cultivators.

He died from the magical power of monk Huikong - the Vajra Seal of the Sun.

The giant palm that was shining with soft Buddha light should have hit the remains of the demon cultivator, but it hit him fiercely in the chest.

Facing the shocked looks of the disciples around him.

Monk Huikong simply clasped his hands together, sadness and regret emerging on his feminine face.

"Amitābha Buddha, I wanted to save the remains of the demon cultivator, but Fellow Daoist Qin bumped into me. I am guilty...

He raised his eyes and looked at the disciples of the sect all over the place.

These disciples are the most elite among all the sects.

Among them are those with single spiritual roots, special physiques, and those with powerful Dantian.

Indeed, none of these talented people can be compared with him and Song Chiyue.

However, more than ten years ago, he and Song Chiyue were not as talented as some of the other disciples.

Talented people can be put together - just like him and Song Chiyue.

In fact, he is not Huikong, and Song Chiyue is not Song Chiyue.

Just to hide, they had to bear the names of these two young disciples.

Play the role of a talented disciple of the holy land well and become a benchmark sought after by various sects.

It's time to harvest.

"In order to atone for my sins, I will personally rescue you all!"

Huikong came out boldly, and on his finger was a huge Sumeru ring, which could even hold living things.

The disciples who were knocked unconscious or seriously injured by him were thrown into the Sumire Ring, while the ordinary disciples who were of no use were thrown to the Demon Cultivator's Remains for disposal.

The edge of the magic circle.

Song Chiyue looked at the three fainted disciples of Jian Pavilion and sneered, "Well, well, all three of them have top-grade Dantian and sword spiritual roots... Xu An has a spiritual essence body, Duan Feng has a red heart body, and Zhen He has an innate sword body! No wonder there are so few talented people who have emerged. After all this time, they have all been collected by Jian Pavilion?"

"Unfortunately, Yue Qianchi is not among them."

Monk Huikong frowned slightly as he looked around at the remains of the four demon cultivators who were slaughtered in the crowd.

"Strange! I clearly remember that the remains of a demon cultivator belonged to a cultivator...

Where did it go?"

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