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At the gate of Tianxuan Sword Sect, there is a very long stone step, which is covered with moss and goes straight up. There are many sword sect disciples stationed here.

However, at this time, the arrival of an uninvited guest changed the expressions of all the disciples drastically.

It was a middle-aged man in green clothes and white hair, holding a blue silk umbrella in his hand, his face was carved like white jade, the fine wrinkles between his brows and eyes added a bit of mature charm, and behind him was a head of long white hair that was long , was blown about by the bleak cold wind.

"Who is here?!" A Jianzong disciple shouted loudly, but his voice was trembling violently, because he obviously felt an unusual coercion.

The man in Tsing Yi was silent, just picked up the steps, but when the snow-white cloth boots stepped on the moss-covered steps, the Sword Sect disciple suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell powerlessly to the ground.

When the man in Tsing Yi stepped forward with his right foot, all the disciples of Jianzong reacted. They sacrificed their flying swords without hesitation, intending to block the man's footsteps with all their strength. There will be catastrophe.

In an instant, the endless cold light has come to the front.

The flat eyebrows of the man in Tsing Yi tightened slightly, and then he stretched out his hand like a mountain pine chasing the clouds, and with a light wave, a light breeze was drawn, and in this almost negligible breeze, all the spirit treasures were nailed to the void. However, as if torn by a huge force, the straight sword edge suddenly bent, and finally cut off.

Losing their weapons, and even blocking the power to control the Lingbao, all the disciples felt a burst of despair, knowing that the comer was not good, but extraordinary.

The man in Tsing Yi had an ethereal figure and was as tall as a fairy. He took a step extremely slowly, but he had already appeared at the end of the stone steps that went up, as if he was really flying straight up three thousand feet.

The next moment, dozens of Sword Sect disciples stationed on both sides of the stone steps had inexplicably countless small wounds on their bodies, but the wounds were tearing apart, as if being cut by the force of the wind. Decapitated.

At the same time, Wang Cannian and Gong Yangjue had led many elite disciples here, and all eyes were on that seemingly ordinary man in Tsing Yi.

There was a faint smile on the corner of the mouth of the man in Tsing Yi, and he put the green silk umbrella at his feet, and said, "I've seen two sword masters, Feng Chenzi."

Gong Yangjue narrowed his gaze, and said in shock: "Feng Chenzi...is actually the master of Beiming Sect, Feng Chenzi!"

Although he has never seen a real person, this Beiming sect master is quite well-known in the imperial court.

According to the rumors, he is a rare cultivation genius who is rarely seen in a thousand years. At the age of 70, he was in charge of the entire sect, and it took only a hundred years to reach the Tianmang Realm, and he was listed in the town school classic "Northern Wind God Jue". His attainments are extremely profound, and he is also extremely powerful in Dharma appearance. If he is given another hundred years of cultivation time, he will probably become a super existence of a master of the Heaven Transformation Realm.

Wang Cannian said in a deep voice, "What are you doing here?"

Feng Chenzi smiled lightly: "It's nothing, I just hope that with my own strength, I will try not to let anyone leave."

What a big breath!

In fact, Feng Chenzi can directly rob Gong Liangqing of the sword sect's mines, but if all the sword masters and disciples of the other party come and try their best, it is likely to be the result of mutual losses. After all, it is not so easy to fight against a sect with a thousand-year-old foundation Yes, so we can only let Gong Liangqing sneak attack the disciples stationed in the mine vein first, and once he succeeds, he will use a formation to block it, so that even if the Jianzong people come, it will be difficult to untie it, and Feng Chenzi is here to delay Gong Liangqing. Yang Jue and others ensure that Gong Liangqing can complete the plan.

In front of the master of the Beiming Sect, everyone seemed to be in a state of being suppressed, completely silent.

Feng Chenzi remained silent, with a smile like a spring breeze hanging on his face all the time, when suddenly a breeze blew up and rolled up the dust on the ground, like an antelope's horns, gathering and dispersing impermanently.

The next moment, the ram stopped moving, and as he pointed forward, an extreme coldness condensed out of thin air, turning into a blue sharp edge. He knew that Xiaonan was still struggling in the mine vein, waiting for rescue to arrive, So you must not be held up by Feng Chenzi.

Wrapped in that sharp edge is a sword-shaped spiritual treasure with a cold light, obviously it is god-level, but the quality is slightly inferior, but it still shows great power when it bursts out.

Gong Yangjue cultivated the water element, and Sun Tianwei got his true inheritance back then.

Seeing that blue sharp edge approaching, the air suddenly became extremely cold, showing fine icicles.

With a wave of Feng Chenzi's hand, the sleeves fluttered very casually, but a straight blue light burst out, drawing a fan shape in the air, and there was a bang, the sharp edge was shattered, and the spirit treasure inside was also blown away He went out and returned to Gong Yangjue's hands.

It was a simple long sword, without a sharp edge, more like a slender awl, and a complex formation was imprinted on it, exuding a subtle light.

Wang Cannian said in a deep voice: "Let's go together, no matter what, some disciples must rush to support, otherwise the longer the delay, the more dangerous Sword Master Xiao will be."

Gong Yangjue nodded slightly, and immediately jumped forward, the real essence was poured into the ancient sword, and the patterns on it suddenly became brighter, but at the tip of the sword, a khaki-colored air flow condensed, matching the ancient sword. The azure blue primordial essence merged with each other.

This phenomenon made Fengchenzi slightly frown. Gongyangjue did indeed cultivate elements of a single attribute, but he derived other elements from the patterns on the sword, and when fused with each other, it became a new trick .

This is the effect of Lingbao!

Those two streams of real energy rushed towards his face, Fengchenzi felt his feet go soft, looked down, but found that the original stone bricks had turned into a pool of mud, and there was a strong suction force in the mud, which kept him going downwards pull.

"The blending of water and soil is the water. Is this the power of that formation?"

Feng Chenzi frowned in displeasure, but it wasn't that he thought Gong Yangjue's methods were so powerful, but that he was a little displeased when he saw the white boots stained with mud.

With a step on his left foot, the whole piece of mud collapsed in an instant, and Feng Chenzi flew into the air, and at some point in his hand, a long sword like jasper appeared. The wisps of clouds are extremely miraculous, and on the hilt of the sword there is a fist-sized pattern imprinted on it, the color is dim.

"Follow me!" Wang Cannian said to the disciples behind him, and was about to rush out.

There was a faint anger between Feng Chenzi's brows, and he said in a deep voice, ""Northern Dark Sword Code"!"

As soon as the words fell, the sword in his hand had been stabbed out, so soft and calm, but deep folds suddenly appeared in the originally calm void, as if the space was collapsing in an orderly manner.