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Step forward and chop!

The long sword fell headlong, the sword peak flashed, and a handful of blood was brought out!

Zi Xuan couldn't believe it all over his face. He lowered his head and saw a huge and hideous wound between his chest and abdomen. Blood flowed out from this wound, and even the purple robe had been covered with blood. Penetrate and get wet!

How is it possible, myself!Was defeated by an ant-like figure in the realm of a great emperor?

Zixuan trembled and wanted to move backwards, but Long Aotian took a step forward again, the long sword followed Zixuan like a shadow, and followed Zixuan to take a step forward!

The sword energy leaked from the long sword, stirring up the spiritual energy in Zixuan's body.

Zixuan's face changed, he raised his head, and stared at Long Aotian closely, he stretched out his hand, wanting to pull the thunder gun in the distance closer to block Long Aotian's sword for him!

But just when he raised his hand just now, Long Aotian suddenly drew his sword and turned around, and then stepped down suddenly, hitting Zixuan's shoulder fiercely!

"Boom!" With a loud noise, Zixuan's body fell from a high altitude and hit the forest below the mountain heavily. bursts of dust.

Long Aotian waved his hand faintly!Thunder palm!

Before Zixuan could react in time, another huge hand suddenly appeared above the sky, and hit him hard like tearing the world apart!

"Boom! The thunder gun in the sky lost its spirit, and the thunder wrapped around it gradually dissipated, revealing the body of the spear.

Long Aotian stretched out his hand, held the spear in his hand, then slowly floated down, stood on the palm of the thunder god, lowered his head and looked at Zi Xuan, who was suppressed by the palm of the thunder god and was unable to move, and was seriously injured , a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"With your strength, how dare you run to other people's houses and make trouble."

Hearing what Long Aotian said, that Zixuan's face turned pale, and he wanted to speak, but his body was pressed under the palm of Thunder God, just when he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, A mouthful of blood was spit out from the mouth, and the discolored face was full of pain and resentment.

Putting the spear on the ground, Long Aotian slowly stretched out his hand, and a powerful aura flowed out from between his palms, and poured into Zixuan's body in front of him!Suppressed all the remaining aura in his body!

Zixuan's face changed a few times, the aura in his body was suppressed, and a gust of blood surged into his chest again.

He tilted his head and fell into a coma. Looking at Zi Xuan who had passed out, Long Aotian's face became gloomy, and he turned his head to look into the distance.

Since this Zixuan is also from Wan Jianzong, Long Aotian naturally cannot put him back after he has discovered this place.

Of course, there are still some uses for keeping Zixuan, some things about Wan Jianzong that Bai Jing doesn't know, maybe this Zixuan in front of me knows...

Time passed quickly, two months had passed since Zixuan was captured and imprisoned by Long Aotian, counting the time, it was only a month or two before the opening of the palace cave.

Even though Zixuan was a strong man in the Supreme First Layer, he was seriously injured and Long Aotian sealed all the spiritual energy in his dantian, so he had no chance of getting out of trouble at all.

He had woken up a month ago, and his injuries had recovered a little bit, but his aura was locked, and his body suffered such serious injuries, it would take at least a few years for him to fully recover.

During this period of time, whenever Zixuan yelled and cursed, Long Aotian would arrange a barrier to block all Zixuan's voices, so that only he could hear his yelling.

That Zixuan himself would stop when he was tired of yelling and cursing, but he couldn't affect Long Aotian at all.

This day, Long Aotian was cultivating himself, he suddenly sensed something, woke up from the cultivation, and when he opened his eyes, there was already a person standing at the door of the stone room.

But it was Bai Jing. Her face was pale. Compared with the previous paleness and sickness, her face had recovered a bit of blood. It seemed that the injury had almost recovered.

She glanced at Zi Xuan who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, frowned, and walked into the stone room: "Where did you catch this guy?"

Long Aotian curled his lips: "I didn't catch it, he brought it to the door himself."

When Zixuan heard the sound, he couldn't help opening his eyes, and saw the person he wanted to catch standing not far in front of him. meaning.

He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but he saw Long Aotian habitually raised his hand beside him, and a barrier covered his body.

He opened his mouth to yell, but the sound could not come out at all.

Zixuan was so anxious, he stood up and wanted to pass through the barrier, but for him who had no aura in his body, it was nothing more than a dream!

Bai Jing glanced at Zi Xuan, who was showing his teeth and claws in the barrier, stretched out her hand, and broke the barrier, then she raised her eyes and looked at Zi Xuan indifferently, and said, "You were sent here?"

A smile appeared on Zixuan's face, and he nodded repeatedly: "Senior Sister Bai Jing, I didn't expect you to be here. It seems that what I sensed before is indeed the night cloud formation."

Bai Jing frowned, she didn't expect that the night cloud array she specially set up for hiding would reveal her whereabouts.

Can't help but said again: "Aside from you? Who else is there?"

Hearing what Bai Jing said, the smile on Zi Xuan's face became even wider: "It seems that Senior Sister Bai Jing is afraid of revealing her position and being found by the elders."

Bai Jing was worried about this problem in her heart. The elite disciples of Wan Jianzong's inner sect were already very strong, and most of them had already broken through the realm of the emperor, and advanced to the Supreme First Heaven or the Supreme Second Heaven.

And those elders are all people who have advanced to the Supreme Realm for millions, tens of millions of years.

That strength is naturally even better, and the most quintessential swordsmanship of Wanjianzong's main sect can only be practiced when the status reaches an elder.

Since Wan Jianzong is famous for his sword, the most quintessential sword technique in Wan Jianzong is naturally extremely powerful.

So Bai Jing was naturally very afraid of these elders.

Think about her own identity as a monster, and the picture scroll she saw in her master's room.

Bai Jing couldn't help feeling a little irritated in her heart, she sneered: "Really? But before that, you are already dead!"

Hearing what Bai Jing said, Zi Xuan had no fear at all: "If I die in the hands of Senior Sister Bai Jing, it would be an honor for me, Zi Xuan!" (~^~)