Boom!

The blue sword qi slammed into the ancient gold iron rod and exploded!

On the ground with a radius of thousands of feet, the floor tiles were scattered by the scattered sword qi!

"Who!"

Mo Xiong's face turned cold in an instant, and he subconsciously looked up, and saw a person at the top of this hundred-zhang ancient gold iron rod.

It just so happened that the man was also watching him.

A simple black jacket with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, his hands in his trouser pockets, slightly long hair covering the corners of his eyes, and his eyelids slightly lower...

What annoyed Mo Xiong the most was that look!

Disdain!

He Mo Xiong is a sect on Yusu Mountain, a million-strong cultivator in Yunshui, who in the land of Kyushu dares to be disrespectful to him! Such a little monk dares to look down on himself!

It's just a lot of the sky!

Meanwhile.

After fixing the Sea Divine Needle, before Ouyang Changyi could react to all this, a woman in white came to his side, fluttering like an immortal.

"You..."

Ouyang Changyi covered his heart and leaned against the Danding statue behind him, his face was pale, but when he saw the woman who came and saw the woman's appearance, he couldn't help but be stunned!

"Zhirou..."

Subconsciously, a woman's smile flashed through his mind, and the name flashed.

His sister, Ouyang Shaoqin's disciple, Xia Zhirou... Yun Ling's mother.

"Don't move, I'll stabilize your injuries. ”

Yun Ling didn't say much, just raised her hand, and thirteen thin needles glowing with silver light floated out.

"Thirteen stitches... It's you, it's you..."

When he saw these thirteen silver needles, Ouyang Changyi became excited!

This is Ouyang Shaoqin's unique stunt, the appearance is similar to Xia Zhirou's seven points, and she can ** thirteen needles, at this moment Ouyang Changyi completely determined Yun Ling's identity.

"Heaven continues to inherit my Medicine Pavilion!"

At this moment, Ouyang Changyi seemed to be relieved, and his old and pale face showed a happy smile, while Yun Ling frowned slightly, and pressed her hand slightly, and thirteen silver needles were submerged in Ouyang Changyi's body.

"Fake babies. ”

On top of the golden hoop stick, Qin Feng's eyelids lowered slightly, looked at Mo Xiong, and muttered to himself.

Then he jumped up, his figure fell in front of the golden hoop stick, his right hand was raised, and suddenly the hundred-zhang golden hoop stick behind him turned into half a zhang in size and fell into Qin Feng's hand.

The golden hoop stick was carried to his shoulder, Qin Feng held a cigarette in his mouth, and raised his eyes to look at Mo Xiong.

"Dare to take care of the affairs of this sect, boy, are you tired of being crooked?!"

Mo Xiong held the blue sword in his hand and spoke coldly, but... When he subconsciously turned his head to look at it, his face suddenly darkened.

Those Yusu Mountain monks who were originally slaughtering the disciples of the Medicine Pavilion, at this time, the situation was completely reversed!

One hundred and eight Canglan swords, as if entering a no-man's land, where the blue sword light passed, the monks of Yusu Mountain were all frightened, blood was soaring, and there was no resistance at all!

Seeing this scene, the morale of the people in the Medicine Pavilion was also shocked, and they all roared and fought angrily!

The flames of anger burned in his chest and turned into blood!

"You, damn it!"

Seeing that his people were slaughtered by the Canglan Sword, Mo Xiong's face was gloomy, and from his body, hundreds of flying swords burst out, heading straight for the one hundred and eight Canglan Sword.

The battle of flying swords is crisscrossed in this Dan field.

At the same time, the sword in Mo Xiong's hand was erected in an instant, and behind him, an illusory giant sword appeared, and the surging sword qi rose up in this heaven and earth!

Qin Feng looked at this scene, the corner of his mouth holding the cigarette bit the cigarette butt slightly, and in his eyes, a trace of murderous intent came out, and the golden hoop stick on his shoulder clenched violently.

This Mo Xiong in front of him is much more powerful than Zhou Hong's breakthrough fake baby at that time!

After all, Zhou Hong at that time had just broken through, and his cultivation was not yet stable, and this Mo Xiong had at least condensed a fake baby for hundreds of years, and he had already had a solid foundation.

Mo Xiong's eyes swept with murderous intent, his hand became a Dao finger, swept the sword body in his hand, his eyes burst with ** light, and he shouted fiercely: "Extinguish!"

As soon as the words came out, in an instant, from Mo Xiong's body, dozens of ghosts appeared in an instant, and these ghosts were all rushing towards Qin Feng, with a brilliant sword light!

Qin Feng's eyes were as calm as water, and at this moment, he sank slightly, and the golden hoop stick in his hand swung out violently!

Boom Boom!

The bodies of those Mo Xiong's ghosts that came were all shattered, and the entire ground also exploded, and at this moment, Qin Feng and Mo Xiong, the two of them burst away like arrows from the string, and collided together in the center of the bombing.

Boom!

The two of them are so fast, like the wind, ordinary people almost can't see the figures of the two people clearly, the iron rod and the sword, every collision is a Danchang explosion, a shocking bang!

And in the Danding statue at the edge of the Dan Field, Yun Ling's ten fingers had white light flashing, half sitting on the ground, leaning on the statue, Ouyang Changyi had thirteen white streamers.

"It's useless. ”

Ouyang Changyi, as a Dan Dao Grandmaster, if it comes to alchemy and the ability to save people, no one in the entire Yunshui Realm can beat him.

Because of this, he is more aware of his situation.

The Jindan crack rises from the inside, and at most the tea time, the Jindan will be completely shattered and die... After all, you can't escape.

In the face of imminent death, Ouyang Changyi was not afraid at all, but this day... It was the happiest day he had in 100 years.

With a kind smile, he looked at Yun Ling, who was healing herself.

"What's your name?"

"Yun Ling. ”

Yun Ling'e frowned, she found that her ** thirteen needles could not stabilize the crack in Ouyang Changyi's body at all.

"Yun Ling..."

When Ouyang Changyi heard this name, he muttered to himself, smiled, and smiled happily.

Raising his hand with difficulty, the huge Danding standing in the center of the Dan Field was summoned by Ouyang Changyi, and suddenly turned into a ball of streamer and fell into Ouyang Changyi's hand, but it was the size of a palm.

"From now on, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ouyang Changyi coughed violently, blood spilled all over the ground, and bang... The golden pill in the body is broken in half!

The whole person is almost only out of breath and no air in.

"Don't speak, your injuries..."

Yun Ling was also nervous, but before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Ouyang Changyi.

The old man's cheeks were dead gray, and there was blood at the corners of his mouth, but with a smile, Ouyang Changyi stood up tremblingly, and the hand holding the Danding stretched out towards Yun Ling, took a step forward, grabbed her hand in Yun Ling's consternation, and sent the Danding to Yun Ling's hands.

Those eyes looked at Yun Ling tightly.

"From now on... You, you, you are, the Lord of the Medicine Chamber!"

After saying this, the golden pill at the dantian exploded.

Ouyang Changyi's body was stunned, the blood on the corner of his mouth slipped down, but with a smile in his eyes, he finally took a look at the mountains of this medicine pavilion...

"Shaoqin... You've taught a good apprentice, brother, and I've come to see you. ”

With a smile and eyes, slowly and closely.

The wind blows the messy long gray hair...

Stand and not fall!

A generation of Dan Dao Grandmaster, the first alchemist of Yunshui, the master of the Medicine Pavilion, Ouyang Changyi, died.