"You two will show me the way ahead, if you don't follow, Lao Tzu will break your legs. ”

The one who shouted was a young man, dressed in white and fluttering, handsome, and his gestures caused the surrounding mana fluctuations, which could be regarded as a rare young man.

After hearing this arrogant voice, Jun Wanshuang was about to ask who you were, but she was grabbed by Seinfeld, stopped her inquiry with her eyes, and said in a more rampant tone than the other party: "Boy, kneel down and apologize, Lao Tzu will leave you a whole corpse." ”

"Hahaha, interesting. The sword light flashed under the feet of the young man in white, and suddenly flew over Seinfeld, looking at them condescendingly, and when his eyes saw Jun Wanshuang, a trace of "lewdness" suddenly flashed on his originally arrogant face.

"This woman is good, if you give her to me, I don't care about your recklessness. The young man chuckled, his words full of confidence and condescension, with a tone that did not take Seinfeld in his eyes at all.

"It's really a light in the toilet, looking for death. Seinfeld laughed angrily, and slapped out a palm, and the golden mana condensed into a huge palm, and slapped it fiercely towards the body of the young man in white.

"Little Jin Dan First Order, still want to resist?" the man in white smiled, and the sword light stepped back, avoiding Seinfeld's palm.

The companions of the young man in white also killed the giant bear of white "color" at this moment, and when they saw their companions fighting people, they all focused their attention on this side of the battlefield.

When they saw Seinfeld's dress, one of them laughed easily: "Neither of them has the hallmark of the sect on them, it must be some cheeky senior who secretly put more monks in, but it's a pity that such a cultivation is destined to become a stepping stone for us." "[39513995 God-level exchange system, god-level exchange system] 395, the first god-level exchange system, 396

These people are very casual, looking at the battlefield with a very relaxed demeanor, in their opinion, a monk who does not even dare to "reveale" his identity must not be a disciple of the main sect, presumably some small sect in order to train the disciples, asking for a place from the old-timers.

With such an identity, even if he is killed at will, no one dares to come to his trouble.

The white-clothed monks, a group of five, and the other four didn't plan to come forward to help, in their opinion, the disciples of their own sect were not ready to deal with a sect that did not enter the stream.

Although Seinfeld was in the middle of the battle, his heart moved after hearing the words of the others, and he secretly guessed their origins.

After the white-clothed young man retreated, the flying sword under his feet suddenly "shot" out like lightning, and in a short distance, it was instantaneous.

The sharp tip of the sword pierced Seinfeld's throat, and the mana on the sword light was like a snake letter, "forced" people's hearts.

Song Fei sneered again and again, what about the disciples of the Great Gate Sect, with such strength, they dare to show off their might in front of themselves.

Then the fire sword appeared in his hand, and the long sword of the red "color" suddenly burned with a raging fire, and Jun Wanshuang on the side saw it in his eyes, and a "mysterious" smile appeared on his face.

Wasn't this swordsmanship passed on to him at the beginning, but I didn't expect him to use it so handy.

Wielding the flaming Flame Sword, Seinfeld raised it high and slashed down at the flying sword.

A fierce flame swept out like a flood, drowning the flying sword that the white-clothed young man 'shot', but it was still undiminished, and then surged into the air.

A trace of solemnity suddenly flashed in the eyes of the young man in white, and his originally relaxed expression suddenly became serious, and he hurriedly used his body technique, intending to avoid it again.

At the same time, Seinfeld's body moved, and it seemed to melt into the air, and the air around him gave birth to layers of ripples.

The young man in white struggled to avoid the surging flames from the fire sword, and then suddenly felt a strong force coming from behind him, and before he could react, he was slammed in the back with a fist, and the whole person was like a meteorite, slamming on the frozen ground, "Bang!" The ground shook for it.

This battle took place between lightning and flint, and when his companion reacted, the young man in white was smashed into the ground, and then saw Seinfeld fall leisurely and landed in front of the young man in white. [39513995 God-level exchange system, god-level exchange system]395, the first god-level exchange system, 396

Aggrieved, humiliated, angry.

The white-clothed young man's face lying in the dirt was as hideous as a mad beast, his chest was full of anger, and he slapped the ground with his right hand, intending to take the opportunity to fly.

Unexpectedly, a foot stepped on his head unhurriedly, and stepped his newly raised head into the ground again.

In the dirt, although the head of the young man in white was buried in the mud, he let out a terrifying roar: "Boy, aren't you afraid that the entire sect will be destroyed?"

"Just you?" Song Fei sneered, stomped heavily on the back of the young man in white, and once again stepped on the mana he had just gathered, squinting his eyes and saying, "I think what you should be more concerned about now is your own 'sex' life." ”

In the distance, several people watched Seinfeld's actions silently, and one of them, a young man who looked older and in his twenties, said with a smile: "This Taoist friend is very good, we admit that you have the qualifications to talk to us on an equal footing, just stop, don't make a mistake." ”

Seinfeld glanced at him from afar and sneered, "How do I sound like you're talking to me in a tone of pity, shouldn't you be begging me to let him go?"

"Fellow Daoist, the little junior brother suffers a little, we can accept it, but the disciples of my sect can't be humiliated, if you don't know how to raise again, don't blame me for being ruthless. ”

"Hahaha, joke. Seinfeld sneered, "What a big sect, what a robber logic, when he came to kill me, you were like watching a monkey show, and now that the battle has turned upside down, haven't you yet recognized the reality? ”

"Boy, don't toast or eat. Among the young people, a young man who had been silent all this time drew his flying sword and immediately sneered at Seinfeld, "Don't be ashamed of your face." ”

After finishing speaking, his body "shot" out like an arrow, and the flying sword in his hand twisted layers of water vapor, and in the water vapor, a dragon composed of torrents flew out and pounced on Seinfeld in the distance.

The transformed dragon is very realistic, even the fine lines on the dragon scales are clearly visible, the sharp claws, as if full of the huge power of opening mountains and cracking stones, Seinfeld's weak body looks extremely small under the claws of this dragon.

It can be seen that this person's control of spells is very proficient, and the power of this blow is also very powerful.

The huge dragon head was the size of a locomotive, and the whole body that flew over, like a high-speed train coming at high speed, slammed into Seinfeld, from the inside of the dragon's body, Seinfeld felt the majestic mana fluctuations, compared to the bullet train in the previous life, this dragon's flutter was even more terrifying.

This is definitely a spell that surpasses the human level.

"The spell is good. On the contrary, Seinfeld's expression was still calm, his eyes looked at the dragon's owner like water, and he smiled faintly, "It's a pity that your strength is too weak." ”

When the dragon struck, Seinfeld's Flame Sword burst into flames here, and then the fierce flames swept away here, surging towards the monstrous dragon that flew over.

The furious and flying dragon instantly collided with the ferocious flames, and the dragon's body, which seemed to be harder than a rock, shattered violently, and the original image of teeth and claws collapsed with a bang, turning into a puddle of the most basic clear water.

The clear water fell from the sky like a violent raindrop, and only the part that was sprinkled on Seinfeld's body was turned into water vapor by the heat on his body before it could touch his body.

"Boy, you dare to resist, do you want to put yourself in a situation where you can't be punished?"

Seinfeld's face was calm, but his feet were heavily stepped on, and the white-clothed young man who was trampled in the dirt by him was directly stepped on by Seinfeld on his arm, and suddenly there was a sound of broken bones.

Because the monk's bones are comparable to fine iron, the sound of this shattering is louder and crisper than ordinary people's fractures, and the sound is endless, and I don't know what kind of "sexual" fracture caused by Seinfeld's kick.

Seinfeld smiled at a few people not far away with a disdainful gaze, "See, that's my answer." Spread wild in front of Lao Tzu, he is your example, kneel down and beg for mercy, otherwise, you will all end up like this. ”

A few people didn't expect that they were cross, and Seinfeld was even more horizontal than them, this monk who "deliberately hidden" his own sect would dare to provoke the authority of his first-class sect and do such a "daring" thing.

"Good, good, good. The young man at the head nodded heavily, "In that case, I don't have to show mercy to my subordinates, a few of you, take him down, bring him back to the master to ask for the crime, if you resist, life and death will matter." ”

"Yes, brother. The three people around him responded, and the three of them suddenly shot at the same time, and the monk who had used the Jiaolong spell just now held the azure blue "color" water system long sword, and the long sword rotated slightly above his head, as if he was about to stir up the wind and clouds, and at first glance, he was brewing a big move.

The other person actually held a Fang Tian painting halberd, and his body "shot" at him, directly "forced" Seinfeld, and he actually wanted to fight him in close combat.

The remaining person had a large gray bowl in his hand, with a rustic pattern on the outside of the mouth, and the bowl seemed to be missing a corner, but as soon as this bowl appeared, it brought a strong sense of danger to Seinfeld.

The bowl was thrown into the sky by him, instantly growing larger, enveloping Seinfeld's head and pressing down on him.

Seinfeld stood in place, the sword of fire in his hand, facing the siege of the three of them, Seinfeld stood still.

Fang Tian's halberd was the first to strike, this young monk looked quiet and quiet, but there was a strong force in his body, and the muscles hidden between the robes exploded in an instant, tearing open the two sleeves of the wide robe, "exposing" the explosive "sexual" muscles inside that were like knots of old tree roots.

The heavy power of the earth condensed on Fang Tian's halberd, and the monk jumped high, and at the same time, with the help of this falling force, it smashed into Seinfeld's head like Mount Tai pressed on the top.

Fang Tian's painting halberd was as heavy as a mountain, and this blow was enough to shatter everything.