[Chapter 995: What Happened Just Now?] (2 more)

The faces of the three of Beitian Yilong were extremely ugly.

These seniors outside the stars, condescending to say a few words to them, if it is usual, it is a great honor, but at this time, it is tantamount to a life talisman!

Obviously, the Beitian clan, the Xuanyuan Sect and the Changle Gang have chosen a stubborn and wrong path, and they have been king and hegemonic in the Seven Nights of the Vermilion Bird for too long, forgetting that there are people outside the sky.

And often for the warriors and the forces of the warriors, making such a mistake is equivalent to death-

- Or, destroy the door!

Beitian Yilong's face turned pale, and he nodded slightly at Yi Zhuye Lao and the others, and barely straightened his waist, "Senior, I know that I am not lucky, but before I die, I want to ask a ......"

“...... My Northern Heaven Clan, how is it now?"

He was still tough after all, his eyes were like blood, his silver hair was like snow, and he stared coldly at those masters whose martial arts had exceeded his imagination.

Compared to Bai Deadwood Daoren and Shi Quan, who shrank aside and didn't even dare to say a word, he had much more backbone!

In fact, Bai Deadwood Daoist and Shi Quan also wanted to know about the situation of Xuanyuan Sect and the Changle Gang, but now they were trembling all over their bodies, their mouths were shaking, where did they dare to say anything?

"Oh?"

Elder Yi Zhuye glanced at Beitian Yilong with interest and nodded slightly.

"This kid's martial arts and bearing are not bad, I will personally kill him in a while, which can be regarded as giving him a face. ”

At the age of less than 100 years, he has already broken through the Gathering Heaven Middle Realm, and such a martial artist is not bad.

Although it is a pity to kill him, it can only be regarded as his bad luck.

When he first heard this, Beitian Yilong trembled and closed his eyes in despair.

To die, after all, to die!

"Don't worry, the Northern Heaven Clan has not been destroyed, we have stepped into the Seven Residences of the Vermilion Bird, how can we give the Seven Residences Star Lord and the Vermilion Bird Sword Saint a face......

Yi Zhuye Lao understated, as if he was saying something insignificant.

For them, it is true, but it is only a trivial matter.

"The strength of those three families will be reduced by seventy percent at most, and within a hundred years, they will not be allowed to go out of their own world again, as long as they are honest, they will be fine!"

Beitian Yilong's body loosened, and his face showed a relieved expression, but his body slowly retreated.

"Thank you seniors for informing me, knowing that the patriarch is fine, even if he dies, he will be relieved to be in the future......"

He suddenly toeed a little, his body was like a rocket, flying out upside down, his hands flipped, pulled the white dead wood Daoren and Shi Quan over, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw the two of them towards the heads of the five old men, and he galloped towards the crack in the Nine Dragons Wall!

"The rats are so bold!"

Boss Yi Zhuye was furious, he couldn't imagine that Beitian Yilong would dare to play tricks in front of them.

"Can I still run away from you?"

The ancient world is so big, could it be that the Northern Heaven One Dragon can escape in front of their five masters?

If he can live past ten breaths, it will be considered his life!

Whoosh!

Hearing only two crisp sounds, the white withered wood Daoist and Shi Quan who were thrown out didn't even have time to hum, and they were nailed to the stone wall behind them by two green bamboos through their throats, and they lost their breath in an instant!

Yi Zhuye snorted coldly, and was about to strike again to kill the hateful Northern Heaven One Dragon, but he saw his figure disappear into the crack mouth of the purple gold breath!

"Damn!"

Yi Zhuye took a step forward and wanted to chase in, but the four masters around him followed at the same time, with a strange expression.

"Ye Lao, be careful, it seems to be weird!"

Mr. Yanghua reminded him, Yi Zhuye was stunned, stared at the crack, narrowed his eyes slightly, and the anger on his face was even worse!

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Feng Ziyue didn't know anything about the outside world.

Now, he is also in a life-and-death situation, and he is mixed with the sword qi that spews out from the golden human form.

"I want you to see, what is the supreme sword technique in the world, and it is also your honor to die under this sword technique!"

The voice of the golden humanoid, like Huang Zhong Da Lu, echoed in his ears.

The purple-gold sword qi, like a pouring rain, surrounded Feng Ziyue, who was holding Yuan Shouyi and slowly swinging his sword, barely supporting it.

"Stupid!"

"Stubborn!"

The golden humanoid figure scolded, while scolding, he used sword qi to dissipate, and the wisps of purple gold qi strangely penetrated through Feng Ziyue's impermeable sword net and infiltrated into his body.

"If you are invaded by my sword intent, you will soon turn into powder!"

"Hahahaha!"

The laughter of the golden humanoid was arrogant and intense, Feng Ziyue's face was awe-inspiring, and he only felt that the purple gold sword intent was spinning around in his body, like a knife, stabbing everywhere, and every place was a heart-piercing pain.

- This kind of pain is not something that ordinary people can endure, but Feng Ziyue has long been used to it.

Since he was a child, he has been accustomed to the pain of his body, because his congenital conditions are different from people, in order to have a good body, he even has to bury the broken sword in his body, forge it into a sword bone, and later refine his body through heavenly fire, all kinds of pain are unimaginable to ordinary people.

This made his body much less sensitive to pain, and this kind of pain, which could break the will of ordinary people almost all at once, was just a routine for him.

"Your body is quite strong, not bad! Who thinks of martial arts, it is actually a different way, and you can train yourself like a famous sword out of the sheath, without flaws, although it is still a little weaker, but its future development is unlimited!"

"It's a pity to destroy you today!"

Feng Ziyue has practiced the method of forging the sword bone passed down by Ram Xi since he was a child, and refined his body into a famous sword, which has been transformed and purified many times after he stepped into the realm of congenital, void breaking and gathering heaven.

Now his body is stronger and stronger than any other famous sword.

The golden humanoid sword intent penetrated Feng Ziyue's body, and he naturally discovered the peculiarity of this.

"It's a pity that no matter how strong the person is, how can he be transcendent? Except for our four great books, the world's martial arts, none of them can reach the realm of reversing the world, you are still honest, let me break my bones and scatter ashes, and leave this innate divine sword to me!"

In his wild laughter, the advance of the sword qi was even more intensive!

The purple gold sword intent was scurrying in Feng Ziyue's chest, and suddenly, he was intercepted by a stream of Taixuan purple qi that came out of his dantian, and it was wrapped in a ball, as if it was swallowed, and he swallowed it in one bite!

The majestic and chaotic purple gold sword qi actually seemed to have no resistance at all—or rather, it was more like an active hundred rivers returning to the sea, pouring into the Taixuan purple qi, and it was immediately digested cleanly!

The golden humanoid body shook and made a sound of disbelief.

"Just ...... What just happened?"