Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 1453 Invincibility!
"who is it?"

At the foot of Yunkong Mountain, someone whispered that those with real status would not take the road at the foot of the mountain. The moiré stone road has been dug for so many years, but they have not walked many times. To go to Yunkongque, you can only wind up from the mountain road on the side.

Because of this, they are the most sensitive to the news circulating on the island. Although they don't know what happened right now, there are several times more people from the eight tribes stationed at the foot of the mountain than in the past, and on the Yunwen Mountain Road, it has already happened at some point. Standing there quietly, with a heroic and vigorous figure, it can be known that there must have been some accidents, and it was related to the young man who was slowly approaching in front of him.

"I heard that a holy son from the direct descendant of the Black Feather Division has suffered a great loss at Tiandukou..."

"Sage Son of the Direct Lineage? Which one is it?"

"Black Feather Wind."

"It's him……"

Some people transmit voices to each other, trying to go back in time and piece together the closest to the real scene. At the same time, their bodies are tense and vigilant. There are many forces on Yunkong Island. Even at the foot of Yunkong Mountain, people have often been bloodied over the years. Too many fierce battles broke out.

Not only these people, but also the many members of the Eight Clans stationed in front of Yunkong Mountain, are also in shock at this time. Where did this young master come out? He actually alarmed the big shots of the Eight Clans and made a special trip to wait at the cloud pattern stone road.

Anyone could feel the murderous aura in the air.

Yunkong Mountain is majestic and vicissitudes, even the Yunwen Mountain Road opened up later, has left the marks of time, the old pines on the cliffs are twisted, the exotic flowers are fragrant, and the spiritual mist is lingering, and there are even old medicines growing, but no one dares to pick them. , Every plant and tree on Yunkong Mountain belonged to the Eight Great Clans.

Yun Tiangong looked at the young man walking slowly on the stone road in the distance, a young man who looked extremely introverted and ordinary, if there was anything special about him, it was that he was too calm and indifferent. Gong has seen many young heroes, who can become holy at this age, and how many of them are not proud of themselves, and they are looking down on all directions.

"Stop."

On the Yunwen mountain road, a majestic and deep voice sounded, as if the heaven would open the ancient gate of heaven. Looking down on the world, everyone at the foot of the mountain felt a shock. They couldn't help but tense their bodies and showed awe However, the only one who can use a five-star stepping horse as a mount is an extraordinary and holy man.

The members of the eight clans stationed at the same time raised their swords and pointed forward.

"Stop!"

Dozens of people yelled together, and the murderous spirit was condensed to the extreme. On the stone road in front of the mountain, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, rolled up sand and stone, and roared towards the young figure in white robe in front of him.

The eyes of the sporadic people from the various tribes were fixed, and they were a little frightened. The people of the eight tribes stationed at the foot of the mountain, the lowest cultivation level, have entered the third realm of cultivation, and dozens of people are full of vigor, which is like a landslide and tsunami. Can, I'm afraid I have to avoid its edge.

They looked at the young man coming from afar, Yunkong Mountain is not to be insulted, this may be a rare young strong man, but Yunkong Mountain is as strong as a cloud, the background of the eight major clans is too deep, and they can grasp the world sea to barter, so The accumulation over the years has long gone beyond the scope of the general Xeon Division.

hum!
However, the next moment, the whistling wind and sand and stone seemed to have encountered an invisible barrier, and they all stopped ten feet in front of the white robe. Following his footsteps, the wind stopped, Shi Luo, dozens of people from the eight tribes were completely out of breath, and they were completely powerless. This made a group of people from the eight tribes feel like they were punched into the air, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

On the Yunwen mountain road, Yun Tiangong, who was sitting on the back of the Ta Kong horse, raised his eyes slightly. This kind of grasp of the situation is more subtle than some elders who have become saints. A Keqing with a small achievement in the holy realm, even he can't see through his real cultivation. Although there are many breath-holding methods in this world, but in front of Yunkong Mountain, someone who can still have this kind of posture and bearing, looking at the entire sea of ​​​​the world, I'm afraid there are very few.

"You are strong, but that's not a reason to ignore me, Yunkongshan."

Yun Tiangong opened his mouth and said, he is dressed in silver and white armor, every blade of the armor is like a knife or a sword, but the brilliance is not visible, it is ancient and vicissitudes, it sets off the heroic and vigorous figure, without opening a mouth, it gives people a strong oppression As he opened his mouth, some members of the eight clans were taken aback. The one on Yunwen Mountain Road was the guard of Yunkong Mountain, one of the eight clans, a sage of Tiangong from the Yun family.

The Saint of Heavenly Art once fought outside the Longmen of Jieguan, and his hands were stained with the holy blood of more than one kind of alien race. He is a saint of all battles and is very powerful. He reached the pinnacle twenty years ago. In the new year, it is expected to transcend and stand on the top of the holy land.

It was such a supreme saint who had such high regard for that strange young man, which shocked the people of the eight clans who were stationed there. They also vaguely had a premonition that perhaps today's dispute would not end so quickly.

"You can't stop me."

Su Qi shook his head with a young smile, his extremely flat tone was devoid of emotion, but that invincible aura ruthlessly washed over the minds of everyone at the foot of the mountain. Those who speak like this are too arrogant and defiant.

Even Yun Tiangong, his shiny black hair fluttered slightly, splashing out sonorous sparks, like divine swords colliding, bursting out with endless sharpness.

"For many years, no one has dared to despise me like this. You are the first one. I hope you are strong enough, otherwise, even if you come from the four great dragon families, you will be suppressed under Yunkong Mountain for a hundred years."

Yun Tiangong's tone was low, and in his hand was a pitch-black halberd, like an ink dragon being held in the palm of his hand. The icy blade of the halberd splashed with cold light, and the air was like cracks, with pale cracks appearing one after another in front of the blade of the halberd.

He has the confidence to guess the multiple identities of a person, but even a family of people and dragons has an appointment with Yunkong Island, and there is no room for anyone to be presumptuous at the foot of Yunkong Mountain.

"Walking through the border gates and seeing the laws of the saints is also a kind of accumulation. Go ahead and do your best to bloom brightly. You only have one chance." Su Qinian looked at the Yunwen Mountain Road and nodded slightly.

boom!
What responded to him was that pitch-black halberd, zooming in once, like a black giant dragon, crushing the void, the continuous and cold halberd momentum, accompanied by the terrifying and boundless sacred aura, spurted out in one fell swoop , surged in an instant.

Even Yun Tiangong's state of mind for hundreds of years felt a kind of offense and was really angry. This was not his Yun family's entanglement, but as the guard of Yunkong Mountain for hundreds of years, a strange, hostile It is impossible for a holy master to let him go up the mountain and enter the sky.

On the stone road in front of the mountain, looking at the falling black halberd blade, Su Qinian's eyes lighted up slightly, and the turbulent aura of law was very rare, like the road of water, stretching endlessly, with the chill of a different kind of mysterious ice road , there is also a pervasive, pervasive coldness.

The Way of Weak Water!

(End of this chapter)