The yellow wind-like wave wrapped the spear, straight to the center of the old man's eyebrows, the sharp spear and sword carried a cold breath, the old man's face remained unchanged, just waved his sleeves slightly, Huang Xiufeng burst back and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

When Shi Kuang was in Huang Xiufeng's retreat, he had already shot and flew out, grabbed Jing Yao's left arm, and Fang Tian's halberd took the opportunity to smash it over.

The old man didn't move, his robes were windless, and he was wrapped around Fang Tian's halberd.

He saw that Shi Kuang meant to use his strength to escape, how could he still give the other party a chance? Unexpectedly, Shi Kuang's reaction was even faster, and seeing that he couldn't borrow his strength, his body rose up in the air, and he pressed the halberd body, and the person had already retreated and flew back.

The old man couldn't help but sneer.

What can I do if I get it back?

The old man struck with all his might, and the immortal Buddha was difficult to save!

But when the old man saw Jing Yao shaking his head, with a resentful expression, he suddenly felt that the world was full of unreality, no one knew better than him how strong that blow was, but the fatal blow only made the other party grin.

Jing Yao squeezed her eyebrows hard.

The pain was relieved, and the black and smooth hair was stained with blood, and a bloody smell rushed into the nostrils, and I wanted to gause.

In fact, if you are any person, you will be hit by the old man, and there is no possibility of survival, but the Dao Heart is clear and the secret is extraordinary, and the Chaos Bell exerts its force in time, and in the case of absolute impossibility, it will transfer the vast power to him, following the principle of a space spell.

The feeling that that finger gave Jing Yao was a pain that pierced her heart, as if she had been hit by a blunt object on her head, and she felt a little concussion, and her consciousness was a little confused.

After regaining consciousness, Jing Yao looked at the old man viciously, but she also knew that the two were far apart in cultivation, even if they fought to the death, the end would not be much better than Huang Xiufeng just now.

But Jing Yao is not a person who can suffer dumb losses, and stared at the old man fiercely and said: "The old lady remembers you, at most ten years, at least five years, this revenge will be avenged!"

The chaotic melee flashed all kinds of pictures, the stone carving broke the Confucian strange array with the method of contradiction, so that the Confucian Buddhism and Buddhism who were originally peaceful and had nothing to do saw each other, and the situation changed dramatically.

The old man said: "What are you waiting for, the old man will kill you today." ”

"Old immortal. Jing Yao scolded angrily: "Are you worried that the height of my growth is beyond your imagination? You wait, give the old lady time to grow up, and we will fight fairly." ”

The conversation between the two was loud

At least the people around could hear it, and they looked at Jing Yao in great surprise.

Oh, a little girl in the Jindan Realm, a Confucian monk who threatened to combine his hand and blade in three or five years, a ridiculous sense of disobedience and inexplicable joy poured into his heart, and he thought that Jing Yao had lost his mind and gone crazy.

Only Huang Xiufeng knew that Jing Yao really thought that, he quietly threw out a few chess pieces and landed in the bloodstain.

A hazy pillar of light flashed.

The faint light was green and elegant, and the old man's footsteps were blocked for a moment by the sudden appearance of the pillar of light, and the Confucian Sect was staring at him, and he didn't want to be the target of the formation, especially Huang Xiufeng, who was known for his strong formation.

However, the old man believed that he was strong in his cultivation, and he stayed and observed for a while, and he had already seen that the effect of the pillar of light was more deterrent than practical.

However, when he rushed out of the edge of the pillar of light, where were Jing Yao, Huang Xiufeng and others.

However, Lin Tianxing's figure was in the distance, and it was the same to kill Lin Tianxing, and the old man sneered and pounced.

This old man of the Confucian sect had a relationship with Jing Yao in the Kuotian Mountain, although he was a cultivator of the Great Perfection of the Integration, but for the rest of his life, he would never want to cross the threshold of the Convergence Period to break through the Mahayana.

Just because he is a scattered immortal.

The old man participated in the Sixth Immortal and Demon War, and his body suffered a devastating blow in the Sixth Immortal and Demon War.

The cultivation of the realm can be combined, in the world of cultivating immortals, it is already a well-deserved powerhouse, there are not many masters in the Mahayana period, of course, today's Sword Sect is an exception, the top masters in the world of cultivating immortals gather, including all the strong people in the Mahayana period, this is the exception of the exception.

The moment the old man pounced, the stars on his body flickered, and then the sight of his eyes changed, and a vicious sword blade was stabbed by the green smoke.

The sword he knew, the stone carving poured into the Confucian Qi Array, relying on the power of this sword, directly stabbed to death the three Confucian monks in the Distraction Realm, and forcibly guided the Confucian Qi Array to press the Buddhist monks.

When he saw this sword, the old man's heart sank, and he hurriedly changed his body at a low altitude.

However, the fierce sword pressure followed like a shadow, and the old man's feet straddled two steps, and when he took the third step, a sense of stagnation soared, and a pair of earthy yellow beast claws erupted from the ground and grabbed his ankles.

"The old dog is killed!" A cold female voice was like a gentle lake, rippling in the line of sight, a flower in front of her eyes, the green smoke turned into a human form, and Jing Yao stabbed her with a sword.

Jing Yao and Huang Xiufeng had already walked into the distance.

But Jing Yao turned around and saw that the sword of the sky was still inserted into the ground, that sword was the symbol of the Sword Sect, and it was also a peerless divine blade, and it must not fall into the hands of his faction and become the executioner of the strangled Sword Sect monks.

Jing Yao unfolded her ethereal steps, and the green smoke curled around the crowd, holding the fierce god in the palm of her hand.

The Sword of the Sky refused to be controlled by Lin Tianxing, but in Jing Yao's hand, there was a sense of water and milk, blood connection, and it was extremely real

The old man of the Confucian sect cultivated to be strong, and after Jing Yao took the sword, she planned to withdraw and leave, but inexplicably there was a force coming, which made her unable to control and wanted to try the power of the sword of the sky.

The old man's majestic true yuan shook suddenly, the earthy yellow beast claws shattered into sand, those sand grains were blown away by the cold wind, and after a circle, a large piece of yellow sand rose from the sky, forming a desert world.

A drop of water can reflect 3,000 worlds, and a grain of sand can fill the sea.

The old man stepped on thousands of miles of yellow sand, and his mud feet sank as quickly as if they were deep.

He couldn't help but turn grim.

The opponent's cultivation is not high, the magic god communication hand pinched, like a cloud of flowing water, his heart burst with a strong killing intent, the other party is so amazing, the height of growth is immeasurable in the future, if it is not when the seedlings are young, they will be killed, and the future will be endless.

The old man also made a comparison in his heart, but he felt that none of the seven sons of Confucianism could compare to the young men and women in front of him, Lin Tianxing needless to say, suddenly a little girl comparable to Lin Tianxing appeared, knowing that it was better than Lin Tianxing!

It is rumored that the Sword Sect is the cradle of the strong, and there is no shortage of unique masters in the past dynasties, who have carried the beam of resistance to demons, and there has never been an interruption, and it is expected that the rise of the Sword Sect will fall on the young men and women in front of them in the future.

A genius who dies young, is not a genius, no matter how evil you will be in the future, the old man will wipe you out in his infancy today!

The old man let out a sneer, and the yellow sand also buried him at this time.

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