"The Heavenly Sword Sect has fallen to such a point, it's embarrassing. In the midst of the stone carving killing, someone suddenly spoke, and shouted coldly: "Who is respected here?"

Jing Yao and the others were startled, and they were stunned for a long time, but no one spoke.

The stone carving said coldly: "Put." ”

Jing Yao's heart was in an uproar, could it be that this stone sculpture already had the consciousness of a strange face? But it was too heroic to speak, right?

Lin Tianxing said: "Senior ......"

"Senior. The stone carving said: "The old lady is your ancestor." ”

Lin Tianxing was sad and indignant in his heart, and said abruptly: "Old ancestor ......"

"I know you and that girl, who cut off the palm of the old lady?" The stone carving held the sword in both hands and displayed a half-moon-shaped sword qi, and said: "A group of waste ......"

I don't know if this sentence is to scold the Sword Sect, or to scold the monk who died tragically under her hands.

Jing Yao snorted: "Ancestor... These monks are not enough, but the Confucian formation is unpredictable. ”

The stone carving suddenly glanced back at Jing Yao, and said with a sneer: "Bullshit formation, relying on the strength of the crowd, dare to call the formation arrogant." ”

A cold snort began,

shouted: "The sword is coming." ”

The earth shook, and a sword pressure unparalleled in the world rose from the ground, sprinkling thousands of rays of brilliance, and the stone carving stall grabbed the brilliance and pulled out a bright and majestic divine blade.

"Optimus Sword!"

Lin Tianxing shouted in surprise, this sword has been buried in the sword sect crypt since Mo Xinyan soared, and the treasure light has been covered with dust for 100,000 years.

When it came to Lin Xiaoyao's generation, he saw the edge for the first time and killed the invincible previous demon lord, but Lin Xiaoyao couldn't fully control this peerless fierce sword.

Shi Kuang's dead eyes finally flashed with a trace of the breath of a living person, looking at the Optimus Sword in Mo Xinyan's hands......

The stone carving said coldly: "For 100,000 years, the Confucian sect of Buddhism has only survived by relying on the afterglow of the Sword Sect. ”

Jing Yao and Lin Tianxing have experienced Mo Xinyan's look, and Jing Yao has even substituted Mo Xinyan's perspective several times, and that kind of flamboyant and domineering personality has been vividly displayed in front of him.

Jing Yao said: "From the perspective of a bystander, Master Zu is really mighty......

Huang Xiufeng said: "Your ancestor must not have a bright brain......

He couldn't go on, because the stone carving looked back at him coldly, and rushed into the Confucian formation without hesitation.

The four seasons change, the sunset and the moon rise, the Confucian strange array, finally curbed the footsteps, rapid circulation, time repeated.

Songhai Cangtian transformation between.

A fierce and powerful sword was rampant in the formation, and the terrifying sword pressure was mainly anti-guest, which simply changed the direction of the formation, and rushed towards the rolling mountains with the formation.

Buddhism and Confucianism have always been at peace with each other, even if they are fighting, they are each on one side, and at this moment, the formation is surging, swallowing the two high mountains.

A monk from the Buddha Sect Fusion Realm couldn't hold back his anger and shouted, "Bastard, does Confucianism want to go to war?"

An old man's voice came from inside the array, and he said bitterly: "The old man can't control himself, everyone in the Buddhist sect is considerate." ”

"Fart. ”

The Buddhist monk said angrily: "You are Zhou Yin, right? Lao Tzu remembered your voice and wanted to take advantage of the situation to assassinate the Buddha Sect, and Lao Tzu fought with you." ”

Under an order, thousands of mountains connected the city with a mountain range, smashing into the Confucian Qi Array, the wailing sound was endless, and the duel between Confucianism and Buddhism crushed the top of the Sword Sect in ruins.

Everyone only felt that their feet were empty, and they involuntarily fell down, the top of the Sword Sect was as high as a thousand feet, and the rumbling sound of the collapsed mountains was ambushing each other.

The figure of the stone carving rushed out from the Confucian Qi array, full of cracks, and casually said: "This body can't exert its peak strength and restrict the old lady's skill...... The Confucian formation has been broken, and the disciples of the Sword Sect have listened to the order......"

Jing Yao and Lin Tianxing looked at the stone sculpture in amazement, how could the disciples of the Sword Sect obey the order......?

The stone carving scolded secretly and said, "Is the disciple of the Sword Sect dead?"

Jing Yao stepped forward softly and said, "Master Zu is angry......"

"Rest the fuss. The stone carving said irritably: "When the old lady came to the world, there were thousands of disciples of the Sword Sect, and today, 100,000 years later, there was not even a single person to summon them. ”

Lin Tianxing reluctantly said: "Old Ancestor, the Sword Sect is steep and changeable, and over the years it has served as the vanguard of the battle of immortals and demons, and the dead and wounded, all the disciples have been combed out of the ......."

"The foundation that the old lady has worked so hard to create has been ...... by you bastards" Shi Carving hated iron and said with no steel: "Who is in charge of the house now?"

Lin Tianxing promised: "Lin Haoran, the descendant of Lin Dong...... My grandfather. ”

"Take it. ”

The stone carving cursed, stuck the Optimus Sword in his hand on the ground, looked at the battle situation in the sky, muttered a few words, and then rushed up to the clouds......

Jing Yao was the closest, and if she heard the stone carving out of nowhere, she said: "The old lady's life is not long, and if she gives up her life like a broken candle, she must also save people." ”

Suddenly I felt sad in my heart.

Jing Yao understood, the reason why Mo Xinyan's spiritual sense woke up, on the one hand, was because of the fusion of the phalanges and the broken palm, and on the other hand, it was the effect of the magic weapon of the Buddha Sect......

Lin Tianxing shouted angrily and grabbed the peerless fierce sword, but his heart trembled violently, and he was shocked by the fierce sword.

My heart trembled.

In an instant, he was carried away by anger, and smashed into the crowd with two stone swords in his hand.

The dark clouds in the sky were turbulent, the falling waves were extended, the stone carvings rushed into the clouds, facing the Qin Qiu River, and the divine power split the face and shot away.

If Guo Mo is kind, she can crush Qin Qiuhe without much effort, just like her words, the stone carving restricts her body, and she clearly has a strong cultivation, but she insists on pressing in the Mahayana realm.

......

In the chaos, a bamboo slip suddenly flew in front of Jing Yao's eyes, and the words on the bamboo slip were like a demon that confused the mind, with a strange in the simplicity, and the dark yellow light spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With a bang, the bamboo slips instantly shriveled and burst, dissipating into the wind and snow.

A sleeve-length finger pointed at the center of Jing Yao's eyebrows.

A monk of the Great Perfection made a move, intending to make a quick decision, and that finger was like a fine iron poured, revealing a vast force.

A strong smile overflowed from the corner of the monk's mouth of the Combined Great Perfection, Jing Yao only felt that the other person was familiar, and the past poured into his heart like smoke, and the faces of the young man and the old man of the Scattered Immortals in the Kuotian Mountain were revealed.

The monk of the Merge Realm, with all his strength, even Lin Tianxing of the Yuan Infant Realm was difficult to avoid, not to mention that this old man still secretly attacked.

Jing Yao's face flushed.

Collapsed in a pool of blood-soaked on the ground.

"Jing Yao!"

Huang Xiufeng roared sharply, waved his hands forward, and the black and white chess pieces rushed straight towards the Merge Realm monk like a glorious spear, with his toes on the bottom, and the violent yellow wind blew over......