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As soon as such an idea came out, it was instantly extinguished by Xu Lin.

A guy who abandoned his fellow sect in danger and fled for his life, if among the Kunlun disciples at this time, as long as one of them returned to the sect, what would Xu Lin do in this sect?

Looking at the figure of you coming and going in the air, looking at Shang Zhili in front of him who was comfortable and did not kill him, Xu Lin's heart had never been so entangled, he wanted to live, he wanted revenge, he wanted to become stronger, so he could only find a way to continue to live.

A sword came out, and suddenly, the weight of the sword breath slammed into Shang Zhili like a mountain.

The figure of the cloud dragon wandering in the air froze.

Shang Zhili sighed lightly.

This is Xu Lin's sword, with determination in the fierceness.

It is better to use a sword to think about thousands of thoughts, and it is better to use a sword to worry about all kinds of troubles.

When the folding fan shook gently, the wind blew.

Xu Lin seemed to be a sharp and decisive sword, but it was annihilated by Shang Zhili in this way.

Mingyuan, who was in the head of the dragon, suddenly scolded at this time, and when the cloud dragon turned again, when he moved around, the white cloud dragon was sandwiched with electric light and fire, and quickly rushed to Shang Zhili.

Xu Lin, who was moving with the dragon's body, stood in the center of the Cloud Dragon Demon Killing Array, the cold jade sword in his hand, when the cold light was swallowed, a sword breath slashed out again, but it was extremely light.

Shang Zhili's brows furrowed slightly, he jumped up lightly, and easily avoided the body of the cloud dragon, but his gaze was through the cloud dragon killing array itself, and he looked directly at the location where Xu Lin was.

There are two swords but two completely different sword intents?

The corners of Shang Zhili's mouth turned up slightly, and when the folding fan in his hand suddenly spread, Xu Lin's sword breath hit the folding fan just right, and after a slight sound, the sword breath disappeared in an instant and there was no follow-up.

Shang Zhili moved the folding fan blocking his face lightly, and just wanted to speak, but suddenly something was wrong, only to feel that there was a corrosive burning sensation in the air, and at the same time his face changed, his body suddenly retreated, and the folding fan in his hand was forced into the air, and a strong air flow was rolled out.

It was originally a sword breath that burst into the air, but when it encountered the air current, it was instantly swept away. At the same time, at the head of the cloud dragon's head, a thick arc of electricity had been condensed, and then disappeared with a thunderclap.

Shang Zhili, who was moving backwards, was wondering about the strangeness just now, when he saw this sudden arc of electricity, the corners of his mouth curled and he sneered: "The light of rice grains also dares to compete with Haoyue?"

After flipping the folding fan in his hand, he shook it vigorously again, and after the sound of whimpering, a gust of wind blew up violently, and the thick arc that had just appeared in front of him was blown away at once.

Shang Zhili's face was disdainful and disdainful, and when he was about to make another move, a white lotus flower suddenly bloomed behind him. Shang Zhili, whose face changed slightly, shouted angrily: "Not good!"

The white lotus flower exploded in an instant, and one after another sword breaths shot out in all directions, and the cold and piercing sword intent penetrated people's hearts, but Shang Zhili, who was close at hand, was the brunt.

When the white light cracked and dispersed, Shang Zhili's gloomy face, I don't know when there was a blood mark.

Looking up, I saw that the black demon qi was shrouded in cyan sword rays at some point, but Qing Ming Zhenren was flying straight down at this time, and the direction was where Shang Zhili was.

Talismans?

What a familiar sword aura, this couldn't help but make Shang Zhili recall the sword back then, his eyes were suddenly cold, and the corners of his mouth showed a cruel smile, and he no longer had the image of a scholar.

"Back then, the sword of Qingxu Zhenren hit me hard for decades, and after decades, I really missed seeing such a sword again. ”

The folding fan in his hand slowly opened unhurriedly, Shang Zhili no longer looked at the Qing Ming real person who was galloping and falling in the sky, but looked at the pictures of mountains and rivers on the folding fan with intoxication, and the moment the smile was put away, a huge and lofty upper peak suddenly appeared in the sky, and when Shang Zhili tapped the mountain peak with the folding fan, there was a boom, and after the mountain peak shook, it suddenly flew towards the direction of Qing Ming Zhenren.

Qing Mingzhen's face changed greatly, and his body shape was also a moment, the crystal lotus snow sword in his hand hurriedly swung it, and white snow lotuses surrounded him, and there were several larger lotus flowers, which had already collided with the flying peak.

The stone chips cracked, but the castration of the mountain peak did not change, and the degree was not slowed down by a point, Qing Ming Zhenren's expression was solemn, he glanced at the white cloud dragon in a blink of an eye, and shouted softly: "Don't go quickly!"

After saying this, Qing Ming Zhenren's hand had another cyan sword talisman in his hand, and he threw it casually towards the mountain peak that hit him.

In an instant, the sword roared in all directions, the green mangs covered the sky, and when the cyan swords fell one after another, a cyan sword curtain was formed.

"It's the talisman that Qingxu old miscellaneous hair gave you, right? This old miscellaneous hair is also willing to ingest part of his condensed sword intent for many years and refine it into such a thing, do you think it will be useful?"

The corners of Shang Zhili's mouth opened, and the folding fan in his hand waved again, but the surging river came from nowhere, and in a blink of an eye, it rolled towards the Kunlun disciples who formed the Cloud Dragon Demon Killing Array.

Countless lotus flowers, white and crystal blooming, it is a sea of flowers, in front of the rushing river, forming a barrier of flowers, and with the white lotus blooming, countless swords have slashed to the river.

Mingyuan's face was solemn and abnormal, and he took a deep look at the Qingming real person with a desperate face, and then shouted angrily: "Disperse!"

The cyan sword was like a cyan thunderbolt, slashing fiercely on the mountain peak, and the rocks cracked and flew up, and the rumbling sound was endless.

The white lotus turned into a white sword, shining with a cold color, and when it was slashed on the river, the cold air was strong and froze the rolling river.

Qing Ming's face was still expressionless, and the figure was floating in the air at this time, like a cold fairy, when she was wandering in the sky above the world, she held up a sunny day for those who were suffering.

While running, Wang Dazhu turned his head and looked at the figure, his face full of grief and indignation.

When she was about to escape, Chen Wanru looked back at the figure, but her face was full of tears.

Mingru, who was currently supporting the weaker disciples, looked up at the figure with a complicated expression.

Mingyuan's eyes never left that figure, and standing at the end, he was full of sighs in his heart.

In the shadow, Xu Lin couldn't help but look back, but the expression on the face of that figure was the same as before.

The farther and farther he fled, but the sound of the fighting methods behind him always sounded in his ears, not far enough, still not far enough, so Mingyuan took everyone with him, but at this time he was running frantically.

Because of their powerlessness, in the face of the real human realm, their gang of people are like mantis arms blocking the car, and they have no power to fight back.

When there was only the sound of the whistling wind in his ears, and when he couldn't see the familiar figure no matter how far he looked, Mingyuan led everyone to stop by a small stream.

Looking at the red-faced junior brothers and sisters, and thinking of Qing Ming's real deeds, Mingyuan began to feel ashamed of himself, clenched the sword in his hand, and Mingyuan took the lead and said: "Mingda, Mingru, Minghe, Mingli, a few of you will protect the junior brothers and sisters and continue to flee forward, I will go to see my uncle." ”

Everyone was stunned, and then Wang Dazhu stepped out and said loudly: "I am with my senior brother." ”

"I'll go too. But it was as bright as a faint voice.

"I'll go too!"

"I'll go too!"

The voices came one after another, without the slightest retreat, but Mingyuan saw such a scene, his heart warmed up all of a sudden, looking at the familiar faces, listening to such a resolute voice, Mingyuan smiled.

This usually quiet person has always been the image of a good old man in the hearts of everyone.

Along the way, Qingming Zhenren basically didn't take care of things, Mingyuan was in charge of the sleeping and eating of his younger brothers and sisters, and there was always a heart-warming smile on that honest face, but at this time, Mingyuan's smile made Xu Lin in the crowd see another layer of meaning.

"My seniority here is the highest, and my cultivation is also the highest, this is extremely dangerous, and it is inconvenient if there are too many people, so let's decide. ”

Everyone looked at Mingyuan's face and wanted to raise objections, but they were soothed by Mingyuan's gaze, and when Mingyuan turned around to leave, there was a sound of the wind.

"In my place, your cultivation is not high, and your seniority is very low!" The voice was gloomy, but with a hint of pride, and in the pride, there was an incomparably cruel meaning in it.

Mingyuan's smile was put away, his face became solemn, and the Kunlun disciples looked around as if they were facing a great enemy, but they didn't see anything.

All you can see is the leaves of the trees, which rustle in the wind, and the sky is still extremely blue, and there seems to be no change in the surroundings, but in the hearts of everyone, this place has become a dangerous place.

The cold jade sword in Xu Lin's hand was held tighter, and unconsciously, he had retreated to the middle of the team, this was his plan, no matter which direction this person shot from, it seemed that only standing in the center of the crowd was the safest, and as long as there was chaos, it was easier to get out.

Mingyuan, who was holding his breath and concentrating, stood there quietly, not looking around like other disciples, and the magic weapon and sword weapon in his hand were already in his hand.

This is the first time Xu Lin has seen Mingyuan's sword clearly, just like the impression given by Mingyuan, while being inconspicuous, it also makes people have a sense of existence that is difficult to ignore, and so is the person, and so is the sword.

Mingyuan, who turned around slowly, raised his sword unusually slowly, but it was aimed in one direction, and everyone's eyes also followed the direction of Mingyuan's sword.

The thick body of the tree and the leafy branches show that this is a large tree that has been baptized by countless years.

Hehe's sneer suddenly sounded at this time, the leaves fell one after another for some reason, and the trunk of the tree also fell down in unison, until the whole tree turned into a ball of powder in a blink of an eye, but a figure walked out unhurriedly.