The immeasurable gate Liaohua suddenly broke out, making many geniuses on the mausoleum face change in fear. Even the onlookers under the mausoleum felt the invisible pressure.

Even Hua Song and Dongfang Yu also felt an invisible oppressive force.

Among the eight geniuses present, only Bu Zixuan and Yuan Zhenchuan were already standing proudly, like a breeze.

And Chen Yuan, with his hands behind his back, stood proudly, and his face was leisurely and relaxed.

"If you want to die, I will fulfill you. ”

Chen Yuan said with a grim face.

The strength of this immeasurable Liao Hua is the peak of the middle stage of artistic conception, and the strength is one level higher than that of these geniuses.

Only Bu Zixuan and Yuan Zhenchuan can compete with it.

"Arrogance!"

Liao Hua was furious when he heard this, his eyes flashed with thunder and lightning, and the golden mangs in his hands were sheng, and he was about to slap it with one palm and smash Chen Yuan to pieces.

At this time, Hua Song suddenly spoke:

"Elder Liao, the dispute over the mausoleum is a matter between us, how can there be any reason for outsiders to interfere. ”

"Yes, this kid is extremely arrogant, and I will naturally teach him a good lesson. Elder Liao is the Venerable of the Upper Sect, and if he makes a move, he is afraid that he will break the rules and be criticized by outsiders. Gao Ge of the Purple Feather Sect also said.

"The battle for the number of places in the mausoleum is naturally decided by me. ”

Bu Zixuan stood proudly with his hands in his hands and said lightly.

Hua Song, Dongfang Yu and others are all descendants of a faction, amazing and gorgeous, if the elders of the Infinite Gate are allowed to make a move, wouldn't it be for outsiders to feel that it is because they are incompetent, not this young opponent?

For them who are high-spirited, this is absolutely intolerable.

"Good!"

Liao Hua's pupils were shining, and he actually glanced at Bu Zixuan with some fear, and finally slowly fell, sitting on a high platform.

Chen Yuan's hands were on his father's side, and his face was as usual.

The so-called ancient martial arts geniuses present, whether they were Hua Song, Liao Hua, or even Yuan Zhenchuan, could not enter their eyes.

Fang Ran of the half-step Saint Realm had killed him, and he was only at the peak of the early and middle stages of the artistic conception, so what was he afraid of.

"Who wants to come and die. ”

Chen Yuan said indifferently.

"Fellow Daoist, you are too arrogant. Although Ni Jia is at the peak of the early stage of artistic conception and his strength is among the top five, he just relies on the external force of spiritual weapons. Besides, the spirit weapon is not a thing that has been in his body after all, and he is not strong enough to be completely driven, so he was killed by you. ”

"If not, do you think that with your strength, you can kill Ni Jia like this?"

Gao Ge shook his head and sneered.

As a descendant of the Purple Feather Sect, if he is a cultivator alone, he is much stronger than Ni Jia.

Gao Ge's age in the field was the oldest among the all, thirty-five years old, his cultivation was strong, and his kendo was mellow and sharp.

"Bang dang!"

I saw Gao Ge's two fingers lightly slashing in the void, and the sword behind his back was suddenly unsheathed.

The Xia-patterned sword behind him was carved with Dao red textured runes, and the sword body was blood-red, like a red glow at dusk.

As soon as the sword was held in his hand, the sound of a sword suddenly sounded in the void, and the sword energy suddenly filled dozens of meters.

Gao Ge's swordsmanship was sharp, he pressed step by step, his moves were urgent, and he didn't give Chen Yuan a chance to prepare at all, preparing to block Chen Yuan's opportunity to make a move with sword energy.

"Gao Ge is worthy of being the descendant of the Purple Feather Sect, just with this hand-scrolling Xia sword technique, he can be invincible in the early stage of the artistic conception, even if he is in the middle of the artistic conception, he can also have a chance to win. ”

Yuan Zhenchuan slightly bowed his head and commented.

Everyone was stunned.

The Purple Feather Sect has always had a low reputation, and it does not have much prestige under the three sects and four sects. Although everyone knows that the sword skills of the Purple Feather Sect are very good, they have suffered from the fact that no genius has appeared.

And in this competition, Gao Ge suddenly emerged, which attracted everyone's attention.

At this time, when they heard Yuan Zhenchuan's comments, everyone was even more optimistic about Chen Yuan.

Ni Jia, who has a spiritual weapon amulet, is only equivalent to the cultivation at the peak of the early stage of artistic conception, but his actual attack methods and power are not very powerful.

And Gao Ge's swordsmanship is superb, the sword aura is extremely sharp, the sword is cold, and the breath alone makes people feel a little numb.

And Yuan Ling'er saw Chen Yuan's great power before, and the joy in her heart had just risen, but when she saw Gao Ge's brilliant sword qi, she suddenly became worried again.

"Whoosh!"

One after another white mangs condensed in the air, converging into a sky full of red xia sword qi, Gao Ge actually transformed into a xia rainbow with sword qi, preparing to attack Chen Yuan indiscriminately with this overwhelming xia rainbow.

This swordsmanship not only surprised everyone on the mausoleum, but also amazed the onlookers.

Although he has not yet entered the middle stage of the artistic conception, he can fight with the artistic conception only with this amazing swordsmanship evolution ability!

"If you admit defeat and apologize to Elder Liao, I can save your life. ”

Yuan Zhenchuan's face was grim and he spoke softly.

He is the descendant of the Demon Sealing Sect, if nothing else, he will be the suzerain of the Demon Sealing Sect in the future.

If you really want to protect Chen Yuan, then the Xuanqing faction has nothing to say.

Everyone's eyes flashed, knowing that Yuan Zhenchuan wanted to accept the young man into the Demon Sect.

A nineteen-year-old artistic conception is at the peak of the early stage, whether he secretly attacks and kills Ni Jia or not, his strength is obvious to all. If you join the Demon Sealing Sect, you will likely have the opportunity to break through to the realm of artistic conception and even the peak realm of artistic conception in the future.

After Yuan Zhenchuan becomes the suzerain, he can become his left back.

"How can summer insects talk about ice. ”

Chen Yuan smiled lightly, but instead of looking at Yuan Zhenchuan, he looked at the red glow of the sword in the sky, and said with a face as usual: "Yuan Zhenchuan, your vision is too small." ”

After speaking, Chen Yuan put his fingers together with his sword, pointed at Yaoyao, and said lightly:

"In this world, no one can make me apologize. ”

Gao Ge has been practicing the way of the sword for thirty years, and his internal qi has condensed into sword qi, and the whole person is like a humanoid sword blade, and the overwhelming Xiahong sword light has fallen from the sky and swept in.

And Chen Yuan, carrying it with one hand, pointed at a distance, and the wind was light.

"Extremely arrogant, I don't know whether I live or die......"

Yuan Zhenchuan was refuted in public, his face was extremely cold, and the dislike in his eyes was undisguised.

Although he loves talents, he also sees that his sister is extremely worried.

But Chen Yuan was arrogant and ignored him. In his heart, Chen Yuan had already been sentenced to death.

Brother Yuan Ling'er no longer paid attention to Chen Yuan, his beautiful eyes were red, and he turned his head anxiously to look, but he saw a frightened scene.

"Bang!"

I saw that Chen Yuan was just pointing from afar, and the rainbow that swept over the sky was like a cloud evaporating, turning into wisps of green smoke.

Gao Ge's thirty-year-old sword qi turned into a wisp of fresh wind at this moment.

However, Chen Yuan's distant finger, after defeating the red glow in the sky, was still like a bamboo, and in Gao Ge's shocked and frightened gaze, he lightly tapped on the sword of the xia pattern.

"Click, click!"

The dignified and superb magic weapon, the Xia-patterned sword forged from thousands of years of steel, was actually broken from the tip of the sword and exploded inch by inch!

In the end, Chen Yuan's phantom sword finger lightly touched between Gao Ge's eyebrows, and then dissipated without a trace.

Gao Ge's eyes were terrified, his mouth opened slightly, and he didn't have time to speak.

"Bang!"

Hearing only a muffled sound, Gao Ge actually exploded in the air and turned into a cloud of blood mist!

The sword shadow breaks the rainbow, the sword is broken, and the high ge is destroyed!

When the blood mist in the sky drifted away with the wind, everyone stood on the spot, silent.

There was silence on the mausoleum.

No one expected this to be the result.

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