urban titan

This person has never been seen before, but his strength is unpredictable. At the beginning of the fight, they still had the upper hand, but after fighting, this person is getting stronger and stronger. Just now, they have felt that they are absolutely Not this man's opponent. .

The bewitching eyes of the man in purple turned around on the three of them, and he said, "Look at your swordsmanship, it's three points similar to Chunyangzi's Seven Heroes swordsmanship, what is your relationship with Chunyangzi? "

The fat man Ziyang frowned upon hearing this, "Chun Yangzi? I don't know what you're talking about?"

"Why, you don't know Chunyangzi?" The man in purple was obviously surprised.

Master Ziyang was about to answer, when a white-bearded old man beside him said, "Reverend Chunyang is the patriarch of my sect, what is your origin? How dare you call my patriarch by name!"

Only then did Master Ziyang come to his senses, isn't the name of his patriarch just called Chunyangzi?

"Your patriarch?"

The man in purple frowned slightly, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then looked sharply at the old man with white beard, "So, you are the disciples and grandchildren of Chunyangzi?"

"What a pure Yangzi, I don't know how many years I have sealed this deity, and even my disciples and grandchildren have come out." The man in purple gritted his teeth and said to himself, a sternness suddenly flashed in his eyes, he looked up at the three of them sharply, and said, "It's just right, new The old grudges are counted together, Chun Yangzi tried his best to seal the deity, and today I respect it, so I will vent my anger on you disciples and grandchildren first, and then go to the old man to settle the matter!"

The murderous intent burst out in the eyes, the aura of the man in purple increased sharply, and the black glow on the cane dissipated, "Old man Chunyang's Tiandun swordsmanship, how many layers have you learned?"

"Heavenly escape sword technique!"

Sensing the killing intent blooming from the man in purple, the three of them shrank their pupils immediately, not daring to be negligent, and quickly got together, stood side by side, and released the three swords.

The three swords rushed up into the air, and after a circle, they merged into one. The stream of light flickered, and suddenly grew bigger, turning into a Zhang Zhang long sword. Driven by the three people's hearts and minds, wrapped in the supreme momentum, they went straight to the purple clothes. The man's chest was shot.

The purple-clothed man waved his cane and directly touched the giant sword. The giant sword stopped abruptly and stopped in mid-air. A thick black glow shone on the cane, and the two were in a stalemate.

The three minds and spirits control the flying swords, and the Tiandun swordsmanship has always been invincible, and now it is an enhanced version of the three in one, but it was blocked by the man in purple clothes, and they couldn't advance an inch for a moment.

The more stalemate, the more difficult it was for the three of them. They looked at each other and made eye contact, and the three of them gave a low shout at the same time, and made a decision.

"Oh!"

The gigantic sword exploded with a bang, flashing light, and turned into a rain of swords, encircling the purple-clothed man in the middle. Countless sharp swords seemed to have eyes, and with the momentum of ten thousand swords coming back, they overwhelmingly pressed down on the purple-clothed man .

Faced with such power, the man in purple was also very careful. He pointed his cane toward the sky, and a huge black shield completely covered his body. The purple lightning flashed on the shield, and the boundless sword rain bombarded the shield. The shield was violently rippling, as if it would break in half at any moment.

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"Heavenly escape swordsmanship? So powerful!" On the mountain not far away, Chen Dasheng couldn't help but blurt out his praise when he saw that magnificent move.

Shen Qingyi said happily, "Of course, Tiandun swordsmanship is the flying sword technique passed down by the founder of our Shaoyang sect, Chunyang Zhenren. It is easy to take a person's head from thousands of miles away. In our Shaoyang sect, only those who have reached the level of Martial Saint Realm, the supreme secret method that only elite disciples who have made outstanding contributions to the sect are qualified to practice!"

"It doesn't look too good!" Just as Shen Qingyi was bragging to Chen Dasheng enthusiastically, Shen Qingmu said something abruptly, interrupting Shen Qingyi's conversation.

Looking at the place of the battle, although the three Shaoyang faction's moves were fierce, the man in purple was still able to resist, and the three Shaoyang faction were obviously weak in succession. Continuously releasing such big moves, although it can cause serious damage to the opponent. More powerful damage, but the consumption of Yuanli is also very large.

Before, the Shen brothers and sisters thought that the Shaoyang faction had the upper hand, but looking at it now, the three of them had already used their housekeeping skills, and there was nothing they could do about that person, and they realized something was wrong in their hearts.

"Brother Chen, help Master and the others!" Shen Qingyi was a little anxious, begging to Chen Dasheng.

Chen Dasheng nodded, "Don't worry about it, let's take a look first!"

His eyes fell on the man in purple. Facing the attack of the three Martial Saints, this man was still calm and composed, and his strength was absolutely extraordinary. Chen Dasheng couldn't see his realm clearly, but felt that it was chaotic, mysterious and unpredictable. The battle was in full swing, and he couldn't act rashly, so he had to wait and see, maybe the three Shaoyang faction had stronger means to turn defeat into victory.

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"Oh!"

Just as the three of them were talking, the mask covering the man in purple exploded, thousands of flying swords were blown away by the huge impact, the ground shook a few times, and the rocks cracked.

Under the powerful impact of the explosion, the flying sword flew all over the sky. At the same time, the three members of the Shaoyang faction were also blown away, like three sandbags, falling heavily on the ground.

"Puff puff!"

The three of them clutched their chests and vomited blood. Obviously they had been severely injured. Their eyes fell on the man in purple, and the three pairs of eyes were full of horror.

"You, who are you?"

Immortal Ziyang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Last night, someone in the gate discovered that Luoxia Mountain was looming. Only some masters come here, there is still some distance from Donghua Mountain, even if you ask for help at this time, it is too late.

"You are not qualified to know the name of this deity." The purple-clothed man calmed down, and walked slowly in front of the three of them. , I’m afraid my lungs will explode.”

The faces of the three of them were full of shock. You must know that the founder of the Shaoyang sect, Master Chunyang, was a person more than 2 years ago.

However, although this person's strength is stronger than theirs, it should not be much stronger. If it is really an ancient monk, it is impossible for them to fight him for so long. You must know that the strongest human monks are on the mainland today. The existence of human beings is only a few thousand years of cultivation. What level of cultivation can be reached in 2 years is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Is there any other way? If that's the case, then I can only help Chunyang clean up the house!" The man in purple stepped forward and gently raised his cane. In his eyes, the seriously injured three Individuals seem to be no different from ants.

Looking at the cane raised high in the hands of the man in purple, the faces of the three Ziyang real people were full of horror. At this time, the three of them were seriously injured, and they had no strength to resist, so they could only wait for death.

"Brother Chen, help me!"

At this time, a woman's exclamation came from a distance. The man in purple wanted to kill the three of them with a stick, but when he was disturbed by the sound, he stopped immediately. , two men and one woman, floated from the top of a nearby mountain.

With a wave of the great fairy stick, the wind of the stick blew out, and it rushed towards the purple-clothed man. The purple-clothed man frowned, tapped his toes, and drifted back.

"boom!"

The wind of the stick hit the ground, an explosion sounded, and a huge cloud of dust was raised. When the dust subsided, the man in purple found a young man holding a long stick in front of him.

"Master, master, don't die!" Shen Qingyi stepped forward to support Master Ziyang, shaking him non-stop, watching Master Ziyang vomit blood, feeling very anxious in his heart.

"Don't, don't shake it, shake it again, shake it again, Master, I'm really going to die."

Ziyang Daoist's fat face was flushed, and being shaken by Shen Qingyi, he rolled his eyes and spit out blood again.

"Master, you scared me to death!"

Seeing that Master Ziyang could still speak, Shen Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief.

After regaining his breath, Master Ziyang looked at Shen Qingyi and Shen Qingmu, his expression changed drastically, "Why are you here, get out of here quickly." (To be continued.)