The sound of clear chirping is as sudden as a heavy rain falling.

Wrapped in layers of petals, the cold light wheel formed by the eight long swords seems to be able to cut through everything, constantly blocking the falling sword light layer by layer.

Ning Zhen's true body walks along with the formation, sometimes far away and sometimes close, as elegant as a Lingbo fairy.

All the girls are as graceful and graceful as dancing.

Ning Zhenzhen's sword light did not appear to be particularly outstanding among the women. The sword lights of the women were integrated and it was difficult to distinguish each other.

Fa Kong stood on the lotus pond of Yongkong Temple, admiring the fight and felt that it was a great visual enjoyment.

Watching them perform sword formations, it doesn't look like a life-and-death fight, but more like a sword dance, graceful, elegant, and light.

They seemed weightless, like veils blowing in the wind.

The sword light is light, like petals made of clear water, pure and bright, and the mood of the viewer is also clear.

The faces of the eight people at Divine Sword Peak were extremely gloomy, and they felt more and more the power of a mountain, and it was almost impossible to stop them.

The power on their swords is getting stronger and stronger, and they seem to be getting better.

If we continue like this, the eight of us will really be defeated, and it will be hard to say whether they will live or die.

Thinking of this, the square-faced middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "Use a special move."

"Okay." The other seven people said in a muffled voice.

Their sword light suddenly increased sharply, twice as strong as before.

But the sword light falling layer by layer seemed not to be noticed, still blocking them lightly, and still changing freely.

Fakong nodded with satisfaction.

They had indeed practiced the sword formation thoroughly and worked hard. Such a powerful force was dispersed and dissolved by them.

Ning Zhenzhen said calmly: "If you surrender, I will spare your life."

"Hey, you dare to kill us?" The square-faced middle-aged man sneered: "Kill us, and your Jade Butterfly Sect will be wiped out right before your eyes."

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Your Divine Sword Peak can really destroy us. It has been destroyed long ago. Why wait until today."

"I just don't want to cause such an ugly scene. If we are killed, we will have an excuse to destroy your Jade Butterfly Sect!"

Ning Zhenzhen uttered four words clearly: "It's so ridiculous!"

The reason why Divine Sword Peak did not dare to destroy the Jade Butterfly Sect was not because they did not want to, but because they had scruples.

The masters of Daimyolian Temple are not decorations.

The Jade Butterfly Sect is not without resistance.

If they destroy the Jade Butterfly Sect, their vitality will be damaged, and the Great Miaolian Temple will definitely take the opportunity to lead the martial arts sects to severely inflict them.

When the time comes, the wall will fall and everyone will push back, and the Divine Sword Peak will be in danger.

In their opinion, as long as they kill themselves as the sect leader, the Jade Butterfly Sect will not have anything to worry about.

When the time comes, you can take it and take it.

She felt that the sword array was constantly getting stronger, but the cultivation of the disciples was rising and rising.
Chapter completed!