Lin Xuan and Bing Ling were hiding in the dark, but they were watching in the middle of the air, a god-transforming monk and a small god-transforming monk fighting. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Tian Lai Novel.2

"This iron red sleeve is stronger than the two white zombie old demons who are combined, Bing'er, have you appeared, the sword path of the iron red sleeves has a trace of the Qinglian Sword Formation?"

Lin Xuan said quietly to the ice spirit. The iron red sleeves cast a fire attribute spirit sword, and when the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, it could still be seen that the traces of the sword path, with the appearance of the green lotus sword array, each sword qi could echo each other from afar, and the attack and defense were integrated, which was extremely powerful.

"Well, this woman, I am not as good as her. Bing Ling looked at the iron red sleeve that used his sword path and sighed lightly.

Lin Xuan gently held her jade hand, "What level of cultivation do you have in her years, this woman is probably already a monk for thousands of years, but almost all female cultivators have the skills to stay on their faces, and very few female cultivators have chosen the traces of the passage of time and written on their faces."

"Lin Xuan, you know that to make me happy, the realm can't be divided according to the years, if I cultivate for another five hundred years, I may not have this woman's strength, she was my age back then, I'm afraid her strength is also beyond mine. “

At this moment, those two strong men were fighting fiercely in mid-air, Lin Xuan and they could see it clearly, then Shangguan Qingyun was merciful, a god-transforming monk and a small god-transforming monk were fighting fiercely, but it was the small-scale god-transforming monk who had the advantage?

"Senior Brother Shangguan, are you trying to humiliate me? I am defeated today, and I don't want your mercy. The iron red sleeves and silver teeth were crushed, watching Shangguan Qingyun crack his attacks one after another in a hurry, and suddenly knew that the gap in the realm was difficult to make up, at this moment, although she had the upper hand, it was entirely because Shangguan Qingyun was thinking about the old feelings back then, and she had a trace of misery in her heart, thinking about the old feelings? At this moment, you think about it, you miss the old feelings, back then, you abandoned me and returned to the sect to take over the Shangguan family, I was disheartened, and returned to the Iron Sword Gate, but by chance, I got the remnants of the ancestors' exercises, and my cultivation is also advancing by leaps and bounds.

"Catch the sword. Qinglian Sword Formation. “

The iron red sleeves screamed, and the fire attribute spirit sword in his hand suddenly turned into nine, one of which was the spirit sword, and the other eight swords were completely virtual swords formed by the condensation of spiritual power, but the nine sword qi formed a cyan lotus, iron red sleeves, stepping on the lotus, the lotus flower continued to rotate, one after another sword qi vertically and horizontally, cyan flames, and scorching sword qi, burning the spiritual power in the entire sky.

"Is this your Iron Sword Sect's peerless Qinglian Sword Technique?" Shangguan Qingyun muttered to himself, but his expression was extremely solemn, the cyan lotus sword array in front of him was connected at the end, and in the sword array, there was a real sword, and the other eight were all swords of void spiritual power, but they were superimposed together, that kind of power, exerted by the cultivators of the Xiaohua God Realm, but it also made him in the early stage of the transformation of the gods, solemn and cautious, the spirit sword in his hand finally changed, and on the spirit sword, there was a burst of purple light.

"Purple gas is coming from the east. ”

The brocade robe was drumming, and Shangguan Qingyun, a middle-aged monk and a powerhouse in the realm of transforming gods, finally revealed his true ability.

A sword shook, but from the eastern land, a purple spiritual power was gathered, and this spiritual power was attracted by Shangguan Qingyun's spiritual sword, and it was wrapped around the spiritual sword, like a purple swimming dragon.

"Qinglian opens. “

That Qinglian Sword Array was directly like a blooming flower, the nine-petal lotus flower leaves unfolded, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, slaughtering forward.

"Dragon Sword"

That Shangguan Qingyun, a trace of determination flashed in his expression, and the spirit sword that was like a purple dragon came out violently, and the two strong men finally made the strongest killing move.

Boom, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the group of Yuanying monks below retreated from the edge, far away, and the monks of the Iron Sword Gate were full of worry in their expressions, if the sect master was defeated, then would they dissolve the Iron Sword Gate?

These monks have been cultivating here for hundreds of years, and there are several Yuanying monks, and they are even monks of the same generation as the sect master, but now that the time is approaching, I didn't expect that they would not be able to sit down in the sect, but they would be exiled to the bleak end of the dissolution of the sect and exile in a foreign land, which they couldn't bear no matter what.

In the sky, the dazzling light of the collision of spiritual power obscured everything, and Lin Xuan and Ice Spirit also protected their bodies and hid in the distance, and the situation in the center of the battlefield, neither of them could see the slightest thing.

But the next moment, before the dust cleared, I saw a muffled snort, and then the figure with iron red sleeves flew out upside down, blood spurted out, and sprinkled into an arc.

"Sect Master, Sect Master. ”

The monks of the Iron Sword Gate immediately flew up, and the body of the iron red sleeves flying upside down finally stopped in mid-air, standing in the air, and on the pale yellow palace robe, there were plum blossoms, which was extremely eye-catching.

Shangguan Qingyun, a trace of heartache flashed in his expression, recalling that in the Peach Blossom Sect, he and Tie Hongsleeve were under his aunt's door, Gu was hiding his true identity to practice, at that time, the strength of the Iron Sword Sect was still extremely strong, and the Peach Blossom Sect was not as strong as it is now, although the strength was stronger than the Iron Sword Sect, but that was all.

At that time, he got along with Tie Hongsleeve day and night, and gradually had feelings, and when he thought that he could live with Tie Hongsleeve and be a pair of fairy couples, the bad news came, the patriarch of the Shangguan family, Shangguan reinstated, the position of the head of the family was vacant, and the people of the branch veins were eyeing each other, in order to stabilize the overall situation, he was sent back to the sect by his aunt Shangguan Feng, and married the daughter of an elder surnamed Tong of the Peach Blossom Sect, with the support of the Peach Blossom Sect, he soon sat firmly in the position of the head of the family, but once the sea was difficult for water, except for Wushan is not a cloud, the iron red sleeves were hurt by love, and left the sect gloomily and returned to the Iron Sword Gate。

For hundreds of years, the Iron Sword Gate was a monk in the realm of transforming gods, and Tie Hongsleeve took over as the head of the sect, and he never saw this former junior sister again, and now when he met again, he hurt her with his own hands.

"Kill me, I'll die, and the Iron Sword Gate will disappear. ”

The corners of Tie Hong's mouth were red, his eyes were indifferent, and he stared at Shangguan Qingyun.

"Why, you are so stubborn, the Iron Sword Sect is disbanded, and you can also be attached to the Peach Blossom Sect, you, if you are willing, senior brother and I. Shangguan Qingyun's face was full of expectation, and he said eagerly, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by Tie Hongsleeve.

"Shut up, I'm in this life, bitter for love, for love, what do you want to do, I know, it's impossible, it's too late. ”

"Senior sister, Neiko is no longer there, can't the broken mirror be reunited?"

"There has never been a flower before the moon, dressing in front of the mirror, where did the broken mirror come from, senior brother, you can do it. ”

The iron red sleeve figure burst forward again, blocking in front of the monks of the Iron Sword Gate, and after being wounded, they still had to fight.