As the Wolf King, who was the backbone of the wolf pack, died at the hands of the underworld, most of the overwhelming aura that filled the valley was reduced. Seeing that the situation was over, the remaining blood shadow wolves looked at the man in black robes in front of them. There were no tears in the wolf's eyes, so he turned around and howled sadly, fleeing the valley together to avoid ending up in the same fate.

This scene also shocked all the Four Swordsmen disciples in the valley.

"Although this ghost spirit does not have a sword tattoo body, its strength has probably reached the level of the third grade tattoo. Coupled with its mysterious concealment method, it can be said that it kills people invisible." Luo Shou said in a solemn tone.

Ling Shaotian thought deeply that this ghost was indeed not something he could fight against now, but he would not give up this opportunity.

The next moment, Ming Ling put the corpse of the Wolf King into the purple ring in his hand, and then waved his pale right hand to Ye Jiao, indicating that it was time to fulfill his promise and hand over the quenching stone.

Ye Jiao finally threw the quenching stone into Ming Ling's hands with a look of reluctance.

Ming Ling caught it, touched the textured tempered stone, and then put it into his tattoo ring. He said with a sly smile, "You will feel right for this decision."

As the voice died, Ming Ling's figure disappeared into the shadows. After all, things here have come to an end, and they even got a quenching stone. Next, as long as they collect all the spirit stone mines, the Ghost Sword Sect can He must have a place among his direct disciples.

When Ling Shaotian saw this, he followed closely and left without saying a word.

The leader of the Feijian Sect saw this and said, "Brother Ye, don't we stop him?"

"It's just a half-step phase, it doesn't pose any threat at all!" Ye Jiao said coldly.

As Ling Shaotian left, Luo Shou still looked at Ye Jiao and others with vigilance, because he could probably guess the reason. And from the eyes of Ye Jiao and others, he could guess that they would not let them go. He left as easily as Ling Shaotian.

"It seems you are very confident that you can keep me." Luo Shou said with a smile.

"Let us learn today how much your reputation as a genius, which is rare in a hundred years, is worth." Ye Jiao sneered.

"True Dragon Sword Slash!" Ye Jiao took the lead and the dragon's sword roared towards him.

"The class master wields the axe, and the Dao sword dodges a hundred times." Luo Shou waved the silver sword in his hand, and in an instant, hundreds of sword rays of sword light were intertwined with the dragon's sword.

In a moment, the dragon's sword fell apart under the ruthless cutting of the sword light.

Like a flash in the pan.

"Rare and high-grade sword!" Ye Jiao's pupils narrowed in vain, and now he could see that the long sword in Luo Shou's hand was quite good.

"If we take action and let him leave successfully, what awaits us will be the revenge of the Ghost Sword Sect." Ye Jiao stimulated everyone with his words.

"Seven Swords Flying Star Formation!"

"Seven Swords Fighting the Moon Formation."

"Seven Swords True Immortal Formation."

Three sword formations appeared at the same time, rolling up the boundless sword force and wreaking havoc in the valley.

"Luo Shou, how can you take this move?" Ye Jiao said with a ferocious look on his face, and his jealousy made him murderous towards Luo Shou.

"Then I'll let you experience my magical sword pattern power." Luo Shou said with a sword-like light in his eyes.

When everyone heard about the magical power of the sword pattern, they were slightly shocked. After all, they had heard a lot about the horror of the magical power of the sword pattern in the classics, and they suspected that it was exaggerated.

"Hands with sword patterns!" Luo Shou said coldly.

The sword force behind him rolled up, and finally, behind him, a hand with an unmistakable sword force formed.

When Ye Jiao saw this, he made a mocking sound, "What kind of sword pattern magical power is this?"

Immediately after the seal was sealed, a large array of three swords swept towards Luo Shou.

"Ignorant people, the Three Sword Dao King Formation."

As soon as Luo Shou finished speaking, he held long swords in all three arms and waved them, forming an overwhelming sword shadow. From the ground up, a brilliant sword formation suddenly appeared.

"It turned out to be the Dao King Sword Formation." Ye Jiao said in surprise.

Above the Phase Realm is the King Realm, and this King Sword Formation, when the seven swords come out at once, has the power to fight against the strong men of the King Realm, and it is with this sword formation that the Dao Sword Sect has become the leader of the Four Sword Sects today.

, of course, this was only the glory a hundred years ago, but now it has declined, and the Seven Swordsmanship King Formation is a thing of the past.

Nowadays, Luo Shou actually relies on this unobtrusive magical power of sword patterns to perform three triangles by one person and deduce the Three Sword Dao King Formation.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sword force generated by the collision swept across the valley, and collapses continued, leaving sword marks as smooth as mirrors, showing the intensity of the collision.

The power of the swords dissipated one after another, leaving a mess in the valley. Ye Jiao and the others all had solemn expressions on their faces, thinking in their hearts that this Luo Shou was indeed not a good person, relying on his own strength to fight against the troops of their Three Swords Sect.

Of course, it's just a tie.
Chapter completed!