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More than 10,000 years ago, Nie Qingyun defeated the "Shura World Destroying Knife" of the Black Heaven Ancestor with the "Qingyun Peerless Sword Technique", and since then he has dominated Dongzhou and established the supreme prestige of the "Purple Pole Sword Sect" for thousands of years!

The vicissitudes of life, ten thousand years have passed.

Who would have thought that the "Qingyun Peerless Sword Technique" and the "Shura World Destroying Knife", these two legendary exercises that have been lost for thousands of years, would appear at the same time, and outside of this meaningful Purple Qi Peak Donglai Pavilion, there was a battle like a reincarnation of fate!

It's just that the result of this reincarnation still hasn't changed at all!

Law is defeated!

The "Black Sky Blade" was once again destroyed under the "Qingguang Liuyun Sword"!

The "Shura World Destroying Sword" was once again defeated by the "Qingyun Peerless Sword Technique"!

At this moment, the entire peak of the "Purple Qi Peak" is boiling, shouting and cheering endlessly, resounding through the mountains!

The reputation of "Haoran Zhengqi Pavilion" has been preserved!

When Luo Zhan's black knife was unstoppable and unstoppable, when everyone in the "Haoran Zhengqi Pavilion" had lost hope, it was born out of nowhere, one person and one sword, saving the building from the general!

At this moment, this young man seems to have become a savior in the hearts of countless people!

Feeling the adoring and fiery gaze from all directions, Feng Buyao's heart couldn't help but stir.

Even though he was exhausted by the battle, he still held the Qingyun Broken Sword high, and stood proudly in the eyes of countless people!

However, just when everyone in the "Haoran Righteous Qi Pavilion" was still immersed in incomparable joy, they suddenly heard a thunderous shout suddenly sounded!

Everyone was shocked, and when they looked up, they saw that Na Luo Qian's body was like electricity, and he instantly broke through the spiritual power barrier condensed by Leng Shihan and rushed into the messy battlefield!

"Warrior !!"

Hearing only a cry of grief, Luo Qianchuan instantly knelt on the ground, and in a panic hugged the unconscious Luo Zhan into his arms.

Luo Qianjiao stretched out his hand and pressed it on Luo Zhan's chest, and after a little probing of the injury, an old face suddenly became extremely gloomy!

I saw that the old man raised his head suddenly, glared at Feng Buyao with an extremely hideous expression, and roared through gritted teeth: "What a vicious boy! You have seriously injured my Zhan'er so much! Old man...... The old man can't spare you !!"

Before the words fell, I saw Luo Qianjiao suddenly raise his hand, and an incomparably powerful golden spirit attack instantly condensed, and attacked Feng Buyao, who had no power to resist!

Seeing that this old thing dared to suddenly kill himself, Feng Buyao was suddenly shocked!

While scolding in his heart, he was about to use the "Body Explosion Technique" to escape, but he suddenly heard a sharp sound above his head, and a clear blue light had fallen straight down, instantly completely scattering Luo Qianjiao's golden spirit attack that had hit in front of Feng Buyao!

The blue light went straight into the seal and did not owe it to the feet, and as soon as the light was dispersed, everyone had to see that it was actually a long sword with a blue body and flowing water!

As soon as he saw this sword, Na Luo Qianqiu's eyes suddenly shrank, and he couldn't help but shout: "'Shocking Sword'!"

"Humph!"

I only heard a cold snort, and when it was cold, the cold fell suddenly, and he protected Feng Buyao behind him, his eyebrows were deep, and he said to Luo Qianjiao, who was extremely ugly: "Lord Luomen! This disciple competition is completely in accordance with your requirements! Now that the victory and defeat have been divided, you, as a dignified and powerful person, have actually attacked a junior who has become a descendant, and you are also a disciple of Leng Mou! Do you not take my 'Haoran Righteous Qi Pavilion' in your eyes, or do you not put Leng in your eyes!?"

Luo Qianzhuo's eyes froze, glared at Leng Shihan, and replied through gritted teeth: "Leng Shihan! You have taught a good disciple! He has caused my son's spiritual root to be damaged, his cultivation has been greatly damaged, and he has almost died! Even if he recovers from his injuries this time, he is afraid that he will become a wasted person! The old man avenges his son! What's wrong!?"

Leng Shi Leng laughed, and spit out a sentence softly in an indifferent tone: "The blame is self-inflicted, and there is nothing wrong with others! Unreasonable trouble, shameless to the extreme!"

"You ......!!!"

Hearing this, Luo Qianzhuo's old face suddenly turned blue and white, and he couldn't help but raise his hand and point at the cold and cold, and instantly became murderous!

Leng Shihan didn't wait for him to speak, the five fingers of his right hand drooped down, and the "Shocking Sword" on the side suddenly let out a clear roar, and instantly flew into his hand!

"Lord Luomon, if you are not satisfied with the result of this competition, why don't you come and fight Leng again!?"

As soon as the words fell, Leng Shihan tightly grasped the "Shocking Sword" in his hand, and his momentum rose sharply in an instant, and his robe moved without wind, which seemed to be extremely compelling!

Luo Qianjiao was really angry when he saw Leng Shihan, and couldn't help but show a slight shock!

He narrowed his eyes and glared at Leng Shihan fiercely for a long time before he said coldly: "Okay! good! Okay!! your 'Haoran Righteous Pavilion' is overwhelming! Unreasonable! Old man ......"

"This sect is overwhelming this time!Unreasonable!What can you do!?"

Before Luo Qianjiao finished speaking, he heard Han Zhizhi not far away suddenly shouting!

Luo Qianchuan was speechless for a moment, and he couldn't say anything about the words that followed!

Han didn't know that he stood with his hands in his hands, his white hair was flying wantonly in the cold wind, he was condescending, staring at Luo Qianjiao coldly, and after a while, he flicked his sleeves and went straight down the mountain, and said loudly: "That's the way out of the mountain, Lord Luomen, please!"

Luo Qianjiao's countless efforts were all in vain, his son was also seriously injured, and he was so humiliated by Han Bu at this moment, and his heart was full of anger!

He hated the initiator so much, the stinky boy who was called Feng Buo!

He can't wait to skin and tear this bastard thing into pieces now!

But at this moment, don't say that all the masters of the "Haoran Righteous Pavilion" are there, but the cold and cold in front of him are blocked, and he is not sure that he can win, how can he take the life that he does not owe!?

In the midst of a sudden heartbeat, Luo Qianjiao could only make the best choice again!

Endure!

In order to repay the hatred of 10,000 years ago, the Luo family can endure it for 10,000 years!

In order to be able to slaughter Feng Buyu in the future, why is it difficult for Luo Qianjiao to endure at this time!?

Having made up his mind, Luo Qianjiao couldn't help but sneer twice, he raised his eyes and looked around at everyone in all directions, then picked up the unconscious Luo Zhan, walked slowly down the mountain, and disappeared from everyone's sight in a short time.

Luo Qianjiao left, and the tense atmosphere in the field suddenly dissipated.

Feng Buqian also breathed a sigh of relief, he picked up the Qingyun Broken Sword with both hands, came to Leng Shihan's side, and said respectfully: "Master, thank you so much for your sword help this time!"

Leng Shihan didn't say a word, just stared at the Qingyun Broken Sword and nodded slightly, then stretched out his hand to take it, and then said softly: "It's really thanks to you......"

Feng Buqian was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but smile and said, "The master has won the award!"

Leng Shihan smiled lightly, raised his hand and patted Feng Buyao's shoulder, and muttered meaningfully.

"The kid of the Yiren...... Really good eye......"