When the disciples saw Shi Ji and the Tongtian Sect Master arguing, they were even more silent.

"Why?"

The Tongtian Sect Master did not withdraw his gaze, and his eyes did not change.

Ishiji didn't answer the question, as she didn't think it was necessary.

With a cold sword roar, the sword went away with a negative sword in the sky, and it was also a negative qi away.

His back was lonely, bleak.

Shiji is the head, a group of disciples are the head, and the head is silent.

Ishiji looked up at the empty sky.

Yuan Shi Tianzun's death, she won't explain anything to him.

As for his discomfort, she would not comfort him with anything.

Where the Tongtian Sect Master went, in fact, it is not difficult to guess, maybe he went back to Biyou Palace to close the gate and blame himself for being uncomfortable and sulking, maybe he went to the East China Sea to blow the wind, maybe he went to Chaos, and he went crazy with his sword.

From then on, he will bear the infamy of killing his brother, and from then on, Pangu Sanqing will no longer be Sanqing, and from then on, the brothers will turn against each other, and they will support each other for tens of thousands of years, and their feelings will be broken.

Whatever the reason, he was always his brother, and his brother died in his formation, he really didn't want to kill him, he really didn't, he always thought that everything was in his hands.

Even if Shi Ji proposed to punish the immortals, he didn't care, because as long as he didn't do it, who could punish the saints?

Who would have thought that he would commit suicide.

Probably only she thought of it.

And I thought about it a long time ago, and it was premeditated for a long time.

She never thought of asking him to kill him.

The Tongtian Sect Master slashed out with a sword, Chaos roared, roared, shattered and fought back under his sword, he tirelessly madly slashed out his sword, Chaos tirelessly frenzied counterattack, this was an anger that did not know the beginning.

Shi Ji retracted his gaze, "Come here." ”

All the disciples were all in the same place, and they were even more frightened than when the Tongtian Sect Master was there.

Because they know that she is the one who leads this battle of the saints.

Yuan Shi Tianzun said before he died: "Amazing!"

They all heard it, as long as they weren't stupid.

One by one, the disciples walked out of the Sifang Sword Gate and gathered in the center.

"Piano Master!"

One by one, the disciples looked at each other, and I don't know how many people trembled.

Shi Ji raised her hand, today she was not a fellow Daoist who listened to the sermon under the seat of the Tongtian Sect Master with them, but the leader of the Sect of Interception who presided over this battle of the gods.

"Are you afraid?"

No one dares to say that they are not afraid.

"I'm afraid, it's too late to leave now. ”

It's still the same old saying.

And no one dared to leave.

"In this way, if the Zhuxian Array is not withdrawn for a day, you will not be able to slack off for a day. ”

"Follow the instructions of the violinist. ”

"Go ahead and practice seriously. ”

"Yes. ”

Shi Ji picked up Taichu, went out of the Zhuxian Sword Gate, passed by Duobao, explained a few words, and went out of the Zhuxian Array.

A dark cloud covers the top, the magic power is monstrous, Shi Ji looks down on the tent with cold eyes, except for a few people in the tent, no one is afraid, especially the lamp.

"Lu Pressure, Du'e, Yuding, and Huanglong, all come out for me!"

Lu Jian looked at Shi Ji, his eyes were red, his eyes were misty, blurring his vision, and he didn't even think about flying out of the tent.

Du Er smiled bitterly and got up and walked out of the tent.

Yuding stood up, and Huang Long followed him with his neck curled.

"Let's go together!"

No one expected Shi Ji to say such a sentence.

All are a little overwhelmed.

"What? Do you think you can't do it, or are you afraid of hurting me?"

Shi Ji's words were even sharper.

The group of golden immortals in the tent looked at each other.

Lu Jian opened his mouth to speak, but when he came into contact with the cold eyes swept by Shi Ji, he obediently closed his mouth again.

Huang Long hid behind Yu Ding, lowered his head, and didn't dare to look at Shi Ji at all.

"Why? You don't even have the courage to do this, how dare you come to respond to the catastrophe? Are you here to see the play?"

This is even more polite, leaving no affection at all.

A sword sounded, Bai Hong came out of the sheath, Yu Ding stepped forward, hugged the sword and saluted, this sword salute was created by Shi Ji, and his sword was mostly taught by Shi Ji, Yu Ding's eyes were straight, his eyes were resolute, and he held the sword and saluted: "Please advise the piano master." ”

Shi Ji chuckled, stretched out his hand, and there was an extra sword in his palm, the sword was two feet long, and the whole body was blood red, which was the stone needle.

Yuding people and swords are one, a shot is the pinnacle of a sword, Shiji a sword stabbed out, no one in front of him, I am invincible, it is Yuding, a sword that has gone through a sword path, the sword power is also like a boat against the current, such as against the general trend.

With a scream, the tips of the swords clashed, and the two sword rays, one red and one white, bloomed and disappeared in an instant.

Shi Ji did not move, and Yuding returned to its original place.

"You take my sword too!"

Shijiren's sword is one, and Yuding Fangcai's sword is the same, it is the pinnacle of Yuding's sword, Yuding broke his own sword with all his strength, and he was injured.

"Then you take my sword again!"

Shi Ji is unforgiving, a sword is handed out, and it is ten thousand swords, there is no escape, there is no escape, there is no escape, there is no escape, and there is no sword for immortals.

Burning the lamp's pupils contracted, and he suffered a loss on this sword.

It used to be just a sword, but now it's Shi Ji's sword, and Shi Ji is the first sword after walking out of the song.

The sword shadows in the sky dispersed, and the jade tripod was blood-stained with linen, crumbling, and I don't know how many swords I had hit.

"With such strength, you dare to come and punish immortals!"

Shi Ji sneered, his words mean.

Yuding's hands were full of blood, and he saluted with a sword.

"Teacher!"

Yang Jian stepped forward to help Yuding, but Yuding waved his hand and staggered towards the sky.

Dripping golden immortal blood dripping, Yuding didn't seem to know.

A little kid, Shi Ji only glanced at it, and then ran away without a trace.

In the case of Shi Ji, he can not do without the master, he is not only afraid of Shi Ji, but also afraid of Shi Needle, he can be bullied miserably.

Shi Ji came to Huang Long in an instant, and handed out a punch, Huang Long's response was to close his eyes, hold his breath, and with a bang, Huang Long was knocked to the ground, "Go back to Erxian Mountain!"

Huang Long didn't say a word, and ran away with his tail between his legs.

Shi Ji looked at Du E, Du E seemed to pile up the bitter smile of this life on his face, he knew that he couldn't escape this fat beating.

But he still didn't close his eyes.

But he didn't come out either.

"Where's your Wind Bead? Isn't it very powerful when you break the wind and roar in the array? Why don't you take it out?"

Is this to settle accounts with him? Du Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head, Dingfeng Zhu was more afraid of Shiji than him, not to mention that it was useless to take it out.

Shiji disappeared in an instant, and Du Er disappeared with it, boom, Du Er crashed into Jiuding Iron Fork Mountain, Du Er vomited blood, this blood was vomited on his own ground, and then look at the internal injuries, the injuries are really not light, I am afraid that it will not be good for one hundred and eighty years.

Due straightened his clothes and bowed to the east, he knew that he had escaped.

"Lu Zhudao people. ”

The aunt who pressed it to her lips swallowed again.

"Where's your Immortal Slashing Flying Knife?"

"Why don't you take it out?"

Lu Jian hurriedly shook his head.

Shi Ji's eyes were cold, and he shot with an arrow in his hand, Lu Jian screamed miserably, and fled with a rainbow.

"If you dare to come out again, be careful that I break your legs!"

100,000 miles away, Lu pressed back, where is there any arrow?

The stone needle has returned to Shi Ji's hands, but there is a false alarm.

Nuwa Niangniang was also taken aback, thinking that Shi Ji, a black-hearted person, had really made a black hand on Emperor Jiu.

The needle drop in the canopy can be heard.

Nezha's three generations of disciples are even more like falling clouds, and the second master of their teachings, Du'er Zhenren of West Kunlun, has Hongjun first and then Tian...... Lu Zhuan Daojun, just defeated?

Shi Ji looked at the lantern, and before the lantern could be exported, the lantern had already fled.

The jaws of the disciples fell to the ground even more, and their deputy sect leader, the ancestor-level figure, ran away without regard for the image?

Dazed, not only are they at a loss, but the golden immortals in the tent are even more at a loss, what about the teacher? Where is the teacher?

Yes, at this time, they will only think of their teacher, who is as tall as the sky and as powerful as the sky.

Shi Ji didn't look at them much, and left, he just came to see his old friend, and since he had seen it, it was time to leave.

She is not familiar with these people.