What happened?

The monks present were stunned for a moment, and then their expressions became solemn. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After all, it was a mess inside just now, and it was suddenly quiet, and as long as you weren't stupid, you could guess that something extraordinary must have happened inside.

The battle is over?

Who actually won?

It stands to reason that if the Heavenly Sword Ancestor is famous, he is the number one master in the Flying Sword Valley, and everyone should have full confidence in him.

But the truth is not so simple, as the saying goes, the good don't come, the good don't come, and the hearts of those Flying Sword Valley monks have been raised to their throats.

I have a bad feeling in my heart......

However, now, they are helpless, one by one, with a wary look on their faces.

The flying sword was suspended in the sky, and even the monks of the Baiqiao Temple had several sacrifices of their treasures.

It's not that they're ready to help, but it's important to be on guard, and God knows what danger will come to this kind of scene?

Among them, the most calm is none other than Ling Xian, or that sentence, the artist is bold, Ling Xian is confident, as long as he does not meet the immortal cultivators in the Tribulation Period, no one can do anything about himself.

And the existence of that level, the divine dragon sees the head but does not see the tail, where is it so easy to encounter.

At this moment, without the slightest warning, the light curtain began to flicker.

"Everyone, be careful!"

As the sect leader of a faction, the man in brocade is still very discerning.

Without saying a word, he retreated to the back.

Ling Xian did the same.

As soon as he withdrew dozens of feet away, a loud noise came into his ears.

The curtain of light shattered on its own.

At the same time, a stream of energy flew from inside.

It's as dense as raindrops, and it's fast.

Naturally, there is no problem with the monks of the Xuan Period, and they can easily dodge it.

However, there were many screams in the ears.

At this moment, not only the elders who have survived the five heavenly tribulations have come here, but also many avatars, Yuan Ying, and even Jindan monks have also come here to help or watch the excitement.

Among them, the Avatar Monk can barely protect himself, but Yuan Ying and Jindan Monk don't have that kind of strength and ability.

Those who are lucky are injured, and those who are unlucky fall directly.

The elders of the Flying Sword Valley were all furious, but when they looked forward, their hands and feet were cold.

For no other reason, just more than a hundred zhang ahead, a monk was lying on the ground, his head was in a different place, and his soul had returned to the underworld.

Heavenly Sword Ancestor!

Grand Elder...... Fall?

The monks of the Flying Sword Valley widened their eyes and didn't believe what they saw with their eyes.

How is that possible?

It's only been a short while.

How could the Great Elder be defeated and even lose his life.

Who has the ability to do this?

They raised their heads and quickly found the culprit.

However, his eyes shrank suddenly.

For no other reason, they not only recognized this person, but also impressed him very much.

Ghost Ancestor.

How could this old monster be here?

It has been decades since the last siege when the old monster was defeated and fled.

Although the ancestors of the Tongxuan Period of the three factions knew that he had not fallen.

But I also thought that the other party had left here.

Unexpectedly, he not only stayed in the Tiancang Mountain Range, but also raided the Flying Sword Valley.

Wait, why did he do that?

Although the Flying Sword Valley also has grievances and entanglements with him, in terms of hatred, it is far inferior to the Huayu Sect.

Even if he makes a comeback and wants to avenge the death of one arrow, he should also find trouble with the Huayu Sect and come to the Flying Sword Valley to seek revenge, isn't this putting the cart before the horse?

In an instant, countless thoughts came to mind.

The monks of the Flying Sword Valley were all shocked and angry.

However, at this moment, even if you figure out the twists and turns of the matter, it is actually meaningless.

The Great Elder has fallen, how can they turn a blind eye to this sea of blood hatred?

It is reasonable and reasonable, it is impossible to let the other party live and leave here.

Either you die or I live.

The brocade-clad man pointed forward.

With its movements, the sound of breaking the air was loud, and a fiery red fairy sword galloped towards the other party.

And that's just the beginning.

Witnessing the fall of the Great Elder, the Venerable Master had already made a move again, how could the monks of the Flying Sword Valley hide it.

No one stayed out of the matter, and all the immortal cultivators of the sect, as long as they were present, sacrificed their magic weapons.

It's all flying swords!

For a while, the sword aura was like a rainbow, and hundreds of flying swords passed through the air, and that scene was more than a majestic scene.

It feels as if it is invincible.

The monks of Baiqiao Academy, their faces all showed a look of horror, and the expressions of the Taixu Zhenren and the Spirit Leaf Fairy were also similar.

Only Ling Xian's eyes narrowed slightly, but his face still maintained a calm color.

The next moment, an incredible scene appeared.

There are so many flying swords, it stands to reason that the other party can only sacrifice treasures with defensive attributes.

But in fact, he didn't.

I saw him strolling leisurely, but all the flying swords actually passed by him.

Got out of the way?

How can it be?

The monks present were dumbfounded, but the corners of the Ghost Venerable's mouth showed a sneer: "Come and don't be rude, you have already greeted this ancestor with the fairy sword, next, how about trying my magical powers?"

Before the words fell, the other party's hand was raised, and suddenly a dense ice needle appeared in front of his body.

This guy, although he is a ghost monk, does not mean that he can't cast the Five Elements Spell, and with his magical powers, once he casts it, it must be extraordinary.

"Broken!"

With a loud shout, those ice needles roared away as if they had been fired by a strong bow and crossbow.

"It's not good, hide!"

The man in brocade was shocked.

Of course, he wasn't worried about himself, no matter how good the Ghost Spirit Ancestor was, it was impossible for him to hurt the Tongxuan Stage Immortal Cultivator with a single blow.

But the rest of the juniors are miserable.

Sure enough, the screams kept coming to my ears.

In the blink of an eye, I don't know how many monks from the Flying Sword Valley have fallen.

Tearing eyes is the best way to describe it.

"All the disciples below Tongxuan leave here!"

The brocade-clothed man commanded as he pounced towards the Ghost Spirit Ancestor.

And someone moved faster than him, it was an old man in a soap robe, this person's surname was Yun, and few people knew his name, and everyone called him Elder Yun.

Elder Yun has a withdrawn personality, but he is extremely protective of his two personal disciples.

But just now, he watched his two disciples fall.

The head is in a different place, but he can't be rescued.

The anger in Elder Yun's heart can be imagined.

With the sword, he lunged towards the other party.

For a time, the sword light was dazzling.

His strength is definitely not as good as that of the Ghost Spirit Ancestor, but a monk in the middle of the Xuan Dynasty is definitely not to be underestimated.

Ling Xian's eyes narrowed slightly, but he wanted to see how the Ghost Venerable Master could deal with it.

However, the other party still didn't hide, his body turned around, and streams of pitch-black yin qi burst out from him, instantly covering most of the sky.

Elder Yun could see it clearly, but he didn't have the slightest intention of changing his moves, and he joined the human sword and rushed in directly. (To be continued.) )