Big man

At this moment, more than a dozen monks in armor had poured out from the two battleships, surrounded by several white-clothed monks, each of them was holding a variety of lightning weapons, and it was obvious at a glance that they were all disciples of the Haotian School , six of them are at the Golden Core stage, and two of them are at the late Golden Core stage.The rest of the people are all cultivation bases in the later stage of Foundation Establishment.As soon as they got out of the battle boat, they immediately set up a formation to surround the white-clothed monks, which was obviously extremely well-trained.

On the other hand, the situation of the several white-robed monks who were surrounded was completely different.

Because of the explosion of the flying boat, everyone was very embarrassed.

There are seven people in total, all of them are at the Golden Core stage, but most of them are at the early stage of Golden Core, and only one is at the middle stage of Golden Core.But the auras of the seven Golden Core monks were very unstable, strong and weak at times, giving the impression that they had taken some kind of medicine and were forcibly brought up to the current state.

"Fellow Daoist Ling, if you are sensible, just obediently go back with us. We can pretend that this didn't happen and don't pursue it. Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude."

The late Golden Core cultivator who struck the flying boat earlier smiled and said.This person was about 30 years old, his face was full of arrogance, and he looked superior, as if every word he said was the law of the king, and other people could not raise any objections except to abide by it.

"Going back with you, don't even think about it. We would rather die here than go back with you to be a cauldron."

The leading white-clothed cultivator at the middle stage of Jindan yelled angrily, the veins in his neck throbbed violently, and his anger reached the extreme.

"Hey, even if you are a furnace, you are better than Miemen. You are the real master of Wujimen, don't you think about your Wujimen's inheritance? Ah, Master Ling? Haha, hahaha... "

The arrogant Jindan late-stage monk looked up to the sky and laughed.

Immediately, the Haotianzong monks on the battleships on both sides burst into laughter.The laughter was full of contempt and disdain.

"The thieves of the Haotian School, I will fight with you!"

Behind the cultivator surnamed Ling, a well-built male cultivator in his twenties roared angrily, waved the long sword in his hand, and rushed straight at the arrogant Jindan late-stage cultivator.

This person's cultivation has barely stepped into the realm of the early stage of Jindan.The material of the long sword in his hand is really inferior, it is only a medium-grade magic weapon.Generally speaking, one who has cultivated above the Jindan stage can use magic weapons, and those below the foundation stage can only use magic weapons.Most direct monks of sects only need to enter the golden core stage once.The master will always give a magic weapon for self-defense, and then he will do everything possible to collect a few more magic weapons to strengthen his own strength.Only those who are particularly down-and-out casual cultivators or early Jindan cultivators from small sects can't afford to buy magic weapons because they are too cash-strapped.You can only protect yourself with magic weapons.However, most of them are also high-grade magical artifacts with excellent appearance, and magical artifacts below the middle grade are usually only used by disciples in the Qi training stage.

This young monk has entered the golden core stage, but he is using a low-grade medium-grade magic weapon that even ordinary foundation-building stage monks can't see, which shows how embarrassing he is on weekdays.

With his cultivation base.Such a magic weapon, don't say it is right for the arrogant monk.Even if you don't even have the qualifications to work hard!

The arrogant monk laughed loudly, swung the hammer in his hand, and a golden arc pierced the sky, hitting the young monk's long sword with lightning speed. With a "click", the long sword shattered into pieces and scattered in all directions.The young monk snorted, and staggered back. The sleeve of his right arm was half burned by lightning, and his arm was burnt black. He was in as much embarrassment as he wanted.

"With this little ability, you dare to fight Ouyang Qingfeng with me, you are courting death!"

As soon as the arrogant monk retracted the thunder hammer, he sneered again and again.

"If it weren't for using you as a cauldron, with just a few scraps of yours, you can successfully condense the golden pill? Go ahead and dream!"

"Senior brother Ouyang, why bother talking nonsense to them? Hurry up and catch these bastards back. If one or two die, the elders will blame them, but it's hard to explain!"

The late Golden Core cultivator on the other battleship shouted.

"Okay, let's do it! I just can't figure it out. With this poor Wuji inheritance, I dared to call myself the first sect of the righteous way back then. It's a big joke..."

There was another burst of laughter.

"Go!"

With a wave of the golden thunder hammer in his hand, Ouyang Qingfeng was about to pounce.

"With your little ability, you dare to look down on Wuji inheritance. It's a big joke!"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded in the void.

"Who?"

Ouyang Qingfeng shouted angrily, stopped suddenly, and raised his head to look up.

"Who is hiding there, get out for me..."

"boom!"

Before he could finish his sentence, a slender silver arc flashed above the sky, and it slashed down on Ouyang Qingfeng.

This thunderbolt came very strangely, there were ten or twenty people with ten or twenty pairs of eyes, but they didn't see half of them, and they didn't know where the thunderbolt came from.

Ouyang Qingfeng has no time to pursue this at all!

Seeing that the silver arc had reached the top of his head in a blink of an eye, the direct disciple of the Haotian School, a late Jindan cultivator, had no time to react, so he hastily raised the thunder hammer in his hand, and met the seemingly slender road. There is not much imposing silver lightning.

If it was another attack, he might still hesitate to use his natal magic weapon to take it hard, but for this thunder and lightning attack, he didn't even need to think about it, he naturally raised the thunder hammer.

The Haoyang Divine Thunder of the Haotian School, known as the Supreme Sun God Thunder, has been powerful in the South Continent for tens of thousands of years, and it is by no means a vain name.

"Shoot..."

Before it was too late, the silver arc slammed into the golden thunder hammer.

Everyone's eyes widened suddenly, as if seeing an unbelievable scene.

There was only a "click", as if a piece of porcelain had been shattered suddenly, and a crack had suddenly exploded on the surface of the golden thunder hammer.Soon, the hole quickly spread to the surroundings. In the blink of an eye, countless cracks appeared on the entire thunder hammer, like a piece of broken porcelain, it was broken into countless pieces.

This is still the most shocking.

Immediately afterwards, the silver arc passed through the shattered thunder hammer, spreading the tear to Ouyang Qingfeng's arm.Including Ouyang Qingfeng, everyone watched helplessly. His arm was broken into countless pieces in an instant like broken porcelain, and blood and flesh splashed.

The next moment, Ouyang Qingfeng's whole body shattered like porcelain, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Just now, the indomitable direct descendant of Haotianzong who was flaunting his power just now disappeared without a trace, leaving only a cloud of bright red blood mist.

The extremely strong bloody smell makes people want to vomit.

"what happened?"

"who is it?"

"Who dares to sneak attack our Haotian School disciples..."

It took half a cup of tea in a daze before the dozen or so monks of the Haotian School shouted one after another, making a mess.

Xiao Fan's figure emerged from the void, his white clothes fluttering and his appearance extraordinary.

"who are you?"

"You actually dare to kill our disciples of the Clear Sky School, you are quite courageous..."

There was another burst of shouting and cursing.

A thunder!

Another silver arc shot out from between Xiao Fan's fingers.

Another Jindan late-stage soldier didn't even have time to dodge, just like Ouyang Qingfeng, he was split into a blood mist by lightning in an instant.

But in the blink of an eye, the leaders of the two battleships of the Clear Sky School were completely wiped out.

"No, it's Nascent Soul cultivator..."

"It's Nascent Soul monster, everyone, run away..."

The remaining Haotianzong disciples finally came back to their senses and sensed Xiao Fan's realm, they were frightened out of their wits immediately, shouted, and fled in all directions.

"By bullying others, being a minion for a tiger, damn it!"

Xiao Fan snorted coldly, his face was extremely gloomy, he raised his hands without hesitation, and more than a dozen bolts of lightning flew out.Immediately, silver snakes danced wildly in the sky, and the thunder was dazzling.In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen thunderbolts caught up with the disciples of the Haotian School who were running around, only to hear a series of screams, and in a moment, there was only blood mist all over the sky.

With Xiao Fan's ability, when he was still in the golden core stage, he had already swept away all the invincible opponents of the same level. Now that he has advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, his mana has greatly increased. How can these ordinary golden core monks be able to resist his one and a half moves? Mode?Naturally, they were all wiped out with a single move of the hand, not even a single one escaped.

Xiao Fan's sleeves shook again, a hurricane swept past, and the blood mist was swept away.

The white-clothed monks who originally thought they would die stood there dumbfounded, as if they were shocked by this terrifying killing, each of them was dumbfounded, and didn't recover for a long time.

"Are you all disciples of the Promise Sect?"

It wasn't until Xiao Fan's gentle voice sounded in their ears that they finally woke up like a dream.

"Yes, we are all disciples of the Promise Sect... Thank you for your life-saving grace, senior... but I don't know your name, do you have any friendship with our Promise Sect... and our senior patriarch of the Promise Sect?"

The monk surnamed Ling hurriedly bowed to Xiao Fan, and stammered.However, his tone was full of doubts, not even the slightest bit of confidence.

The other white-clothed monks hurriedly bowed and sang along behind them, each of them was full of doubts, wondering what kind of relationship this life-saving senior master had with our sect, and he did not hesitate to offend the extremely powerful Haotian School, and shot They were all saved.

Completely unclear why.

Xiao Fan smiled slightly, raised his hand suddenly, and pressed down with his palm.

The friar in white couldn't help but turn pale in shock, screaming in his heart that it was bad, and tried his best to dodge, but how could he dodge?As soon as the thought was moved, the huge power was imminent, covering them all under Peiran's awe-inspiring righteousness in an instant, without even the slightest resistance, the awe-inspiring righteousness penetrated into their bodies, penetrating through the meridians Viscera.

The cultivator surnamed Ling was frightened at first, his face turned ashen, but then he felt the difference of this huge force, and in a moment he showed an expression of disbelief, and yelled in ecstasy.

"Yes, it's the awe-inspiring righteousness, it's the awe-inspiring righteousness..." (to be continued~^~)