A sword qi phantom that seemed to be able to split mountains and slash mountains fell from the sky.

This majestic sword qi directly split the phantom of the Buddha who suppressed the entire Mahavira Hall from the middle of the top of his head, and completely split it!

"Boom!"

After that sword qi split the temple protection circle of the Great Empty Temple, the trend did not stop, and it slammed on the ground of the Great Empty Temple, only to hear a loud bang, and a huge ravine five meters wide and three or four hundred meters long appeared on the ground.

This ravine actually split the entire Daxiong Treasure Hall in half.

On the ground, Su Peng was blocked by Dugu Sheng, Dugu Sheng's heavy sword, when it was pressed by the Buddha palm of the Buddha of Fang Cai, shattered the phantom of the magic circle, Su Peng and Dugu Sheng, although surrounded by ashes splashed on the ground, did not suffer any injuries.

And after Su Peng saw someone in the air casting this sword that seemed to be descending from the heavens, he immediately recognized it, and he shouted loudly: "Senior brother! ”

The man in white in the air nodded when he heard this, and his body flying in the air slowly fell and came to Su Peng and Dugu Sheng.

The person who came was Su Peng's senior brother, Xu Daoqi!

At this time, the Void Abbot was still suspended in the air, and he had just been slashed head-on by Xu Daoqi's sword qi, but it was still suspended there as if he had not been hurt all over his body.

"Senior Brother Void!"

The void monks below couldn't help but shout in unison when they saw the void suspended in the air.

The abbot of the void moved his body in the air with difficulty, turned his gaze to Xu Daoqi below, and said, "What kind of sword is this?" ”

"Excalibur."

Xu Daoqi said two words flatly.

The abbot of the void wanted to say something, but at this moment, he couldn't say anything.

"Peng!"

A sound that seemed to explode sounded, and the body of the void abbot exploded into a ball of blood powder in the air, completely shattered by Xu Daoqi's sword qi!

"Senior Brother Void!"

"Senior Brother Abbot!"

Seeing the abbot of the void explode into blood powder, the monks of the Great Void Temple below immediately cried out in pain!

"Big brother. You're here! ”

Su Peng looked surprised and said to Xu Daoqi.

Dugu Sheng also looked at Xu Daoqi and nodded to Xu Daoqi, as if he knew that Xu Daoqi was coming, and said, "Senior brother, you are here." ”

"I'm late."

Xu Daoqi said, he patted Su Peng and Dugu Sheng on the shoulders, then looked back at the people of the Great Empty Temple, and said, "Listen to the monks of the Great Empty Temple, I am here." It's for me Zixiamen people, you wait for the speed of releasing people, if you dare not obey, don't blame me for stepping on your Dakong Temple! ”

Hearing Xu Daoqi's words, the monks of Dakong Temple showed unwilling, resentful, confused, remorseful, and disbelieving expressions on their faces.

They never expected that Dakong Temple, the first sect of the martial arts righteous path that had been in charge for thousands of years, would be flattened by the three of them from Zixiamen, a little-known small sect!

No. In fact, what they didn't want to believe was that there were actually no three people, but the last man who used the divine sword to smash the temple protection circle with one sword. One person can set foot on the Great Empty Temple!

Xu Daoqi's divine sword qi just now not only shattered the temple protection circle of the Great Empty Temple, but also shattered the thousand-year-old majesty of the Great Empty Temple and the thousand-year-old dream of the Great Empty Temple. shattered the self-esteem of the Great Sky Temple, which was above all beings.

It takes a thousand years to build majesty, but to destroy it, a sword is enough!

"Uncle Shi. Uncle Shi! Kill Fan Jian of Zixiamen, we will fight with these people of Zixiamen! ”

Among the monks of the imaginary generation, some people couldn't stand this kind of gap, and shouted loudly almost crazy.

"False hearing! Do you want to destroy the Great Empty Temple and become the sinner of the Great Empty Temple for the ages? ”

The Xuanbei monk of the Xuanzi generation, when he heard this, immediately glared at the imaginary monk and said coldly.

Xuan Bei, as the highest, the oldest, and the strongest martial arts monk of the Great Empty Temple, has gone beyond the ordinary battle of will, in his eyes, the reputation of the Great Empty Temple is important, but compared to the life and death of the Great Empty Temple, it is still a step behind.

The strength displayed by Zixiamen is completely beyond the imagination of everyone in the world, who would have thought that a small sect with less than 20 formal sects would have a Dakong Temple that directly overturned the world's first sect and has 350,000 formal disciples?

Moreover, there were only three people from this Zixia Gate......

Although Xuan Bei also felt disgraced, his identity and status had already freed him from some unrealistic and vain considerations, all for the sake of the Great Empty Temple.

The combat power displayed by Zixia Gate today is enough to destroy the Great Empty Temple.

Xuan Bei has lived for so long, and he is a very self-aware person, otherwise he would not be alive today.

He knew that with only three old monks of the Dakong Temple, he couldn't stop the god-like man.

So far, although I am very unwilling, people under the eaves have to bow their heads.

He sighed, and said in his heart: "Today's matter, it is impossible to keep the Dakong Temple the first in the world, just pray to the Buddha, don't let my Dakong Temple be destroyed......"

"Uncle Shi!"

Looking at Xuan Bei's attitude, it seems that he has lost this period by default, and the monks of Dakong Temple can't help but feel extremely sad at the same time.

This feeling is like a thousand-year-old laurel, taken away, but powerless to fight back, just like from then on, from a glorious era into decline, that is the sorrow of the former king, is the sorrow of the emperor of the dead country.

However, even if they don't want to admit it, even if they can't swallow this breath, even if they don't want to bow their heads, what can they do?

Zixiamen is stronger than them!

Xuan Bei sighed and wanted to say two words, today's Zixiamen, he recognized this planting.

However, before he could speak, a voice suddenly remembered!

"Su Peng, and the people from Zixiamen, listen, your uncle, it's in my hands!"

The voice sounded, and with these words, everyone's eyes were focused on the place where the sound came from.

Su Peng also turned his head to look, only to see that in the Ciwen Hall behind the Daxiong Treasure Hall, a monk in his forties and an elderly man with unkempt hair walked out.

"Uncle Fan Jian!"

Su Peng, Xu Daoqi, and Dugu Sheng looked at it, and saw that the old man with unkempt hair was none other than their ninth uncle, Fan Jian!

At this time, Fan Jian was a little better than when he first arrived at Dakong Temple, he seemed to have cleaned his body, and the iron hook that pierced his pipa bone was also removed, but he still seemed to be unable to speak, his lips were tightly pursed, and he did not make a sound.

He walked out on his own strength at this time, but behind him, a monk of Dakong Temple in his forties walked out with one palm against the back of Fan Jian's heart.

"Shi Daoxin!"

When Su Peng saw the monk of Dakong Temple who was in his forties, he immediately recognized that he was Shi Daoxin, who had fought with Su Peng once.

"Daoxin, what are you doing?"

Seeing Shi Daoxin escorting Fan Jian out, Xuan Bei frowned slightly and said to him.

At this time, the Great Empty Temple was already at a disadvantage, and if Shi Daoxin killed and injured Fan Jian, then the people of Zixiamen might really do something.

Maybe the thousands of years of foundation of the Great Empty Temple will be destroyed in one fell swoop!

Xuan Bei felt a little strange in his heart, and he usually knew the general trend of the Dao letter, why hasn't he seen it through now?

"The people of your Dakong Temple are very good, if there is any accident with my uncle, I want you to be buried in the Dakong Temple."

Dugu Sheng held the Xuantie heavy sword and said in his mouth.

His tone was calm, like a statement rather than a threat, but it stopped in the hearts of others, but it was a strange deterrent!

It feels like if he can do it!

Xuan Bei and the others were all heartbroken when they heard this, Xuan Bei's face fell, and he said to Shi Daoxin: "Daoxin! What are you doing? ”

"Master Xuanbei is the ancestor, I haven't lost the Great Empty Temple yet! We still have our cards out! ”

Shi Daoxin pressed one hand on Fan Jianhou's heart, and said to Xuan Bei! (To be continued......)