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"Flaming Ji!"

"You betrayed Baiyue, betrayed your own people, and forgot your mission. Today, you can either return to Baiyue with me, or stay here forever!"

Compared with Yin Zhong's expression full of desire, the strange person next to him with light brown mysterious light surging all over his body is also speaking. His clothes are ragged, his clothes are strange, his bone pattern necklace is tied into his neck, and his dark brown skin is very different from the Central Plains.

Taking a step forward, looking at Yan Lingji not far away, he shouted in a deep voice, strands of brown mist spread all over his body, and wherever he passed, all the grass withered and all the trees withered, he was very domineering.

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"If you want to keep the slave family here, it depends on whether you have such abilities!"

After staying by Young Master's side for such a long time, he naturally knows how powerful Young Master is. When cultivating both life and soul, his spiritual sense travels between the heaven and the earth, and he perceives the mighty power and boundlessness of the vast world.

Although there is only one step away from transforming the gods and mysterious spirits to Wuxu and returning, but this step is like the boundary between heaven and man, and has become a shackle for ordinary people to spy on the hidden power of heaven and earth.

With Young Master's current strength, there are only a handful of opponents in Zhu Xiajian, but that number is definitely not in Jixia Academy, not to mention, Young Master has long been aware of today's abnormal situation.

When we parted before, a source of power submerged into my dantian. If I encountered the peak of Huashenjue peak level, it would not be difficult to kill it by stimulating that source of power.

Ignoring the crowds of people gathered around her, her beautiful eyes flickered with flaming mysterious light, her hair pins danced in both hands, and her body's profound kung fu was running, and the extremely rich and soft light of fire charm swept the ten directions, spreading with the power of transforming gods. In an instant, the ten directions of heaven and earth shrouded in it.

Yin Zhong, a mere Taoist at the innate level, a strange person in Baiyue, and people he didn't know around were in a trance, wandering around with his body skills, free and easy to ride the wind, although not as good as the son's method, the sharp edge passed by, and the body after body The breath of life on the ground is depressed.

"A thousand-year-old locust tree, a stand-in puppet?"

The rude Yin Zhong was killed in an instant, and all the people gathered around were killed. The sharp light of the hairpin flashed across the body of the Baiyue man, and immediately, a dull and strange fragrance circulated.

The black-brown mist spread, and the traces of the hairpin attack fell on a piece of brown wood about three feet high. It also came to the land of Baiyue. Yan Lingji was very familiar with this thing, and she belonged to the puppet lineage. The technique of feigning death.

The blow failed, the spiritual sense spread, and the Yin-Yang Dao seal was pinched again with both hands, the entire graceful figure appeared in the void of this remote place, one hand came out darkly, and the surging power gushed out, knocking down the dim white man. The people of Yue were completely suppressed and killed.

hum!hum!hum!

With every gesture, he beheaded the Taoist Yin Zhong and others, and suddenly, his expression changed slightly, and the entire fiery figure turned into a ball of flames, rushing towards Xiaoyi who was not far away.

There, autumn orchids grow on the flat ground, and the extremely thick and emerald green vines achieve the technique of protecting and encircling, resisting the two bright swordsmanship mysterious lights that quietly appear at this moment, Qiushui Wushuang, the swordsmanship is fierce, and the sword light intersects, blatantly defeating the nine palaces that Xiaoyi evolved at the moment The Art of Myriad Transformation.

The remaining prestige of swordsmanship invaded and stood up, and the entire petite body gleaming with purple light flew out, slamming heavily on the branch of a big tree not far away, and then fell to the ground, and the flames streamed across and took over his body.

However, another remaining Daoist in the heaven and earth was killed by the sword light and lost his vitality in an instant.

"The two warriors at the level of transforming gods really think highly of me!"

"Little girl, are you okay?"

Hold Xiaoyi in his arms, feel the sharpness of swordsmanship on his body, feel the resistance of Xiaoyi's body surface, the little flames disperse under his feet, and look at the void in front of him with charming eyes.

There, two young men with swords appeared again. Their bodies were protected by mysterious light, and their faces could not be seen clearly, but their spiritual sense swept over them, and their cultivation bases clearly manifested.

Fortunately, although the two of them are transforming gods and warriors, they are at the same level as themselves.

The tendons in the body were running violently, the flames on the surface of the body gathered the yin and yang, and the slender palm wrapped in the flames formed a seal in the void, whispering crisply. In the situation just now, being able to save this little girl is already considered her strong resistance.

Yu Yanlingji's inquiry, the light purple mysterious light on Xiaoyi's body fluctuated and flickered, and the pure white veil that concealed her face was slightly scarlet, she shook her head slightly, and struggled slightly to get out of Yanlingji's arms.

He tried his best to mobilize the power in his body to evolve into Jiugong Qiulan, with infinite vitality. While recovering from the injuries in his body, he waited for the situation in front of him. I don't know how Master Xuanqingzi and his brother are doing now.

"You, a person of Baiyue, can also obtain the authentic Taoist Xuangong, no wonder you can enter the level of Huashen."

"Although cultivation is not easy, today, this is where you will die!"

The two masters of swordsmanship at the level of the gods, with the body guard of the mysterious light, can clearly sense Yan Lingji's cultivation at the moment. According to the original information, there is no warrior of the Taoist Tianzong Xuanqingzi.

As for this woman, although there is news, she is only a person of Baiyue. According to their understanding, the cultivation base of a person of Baiyue is not as strong as that of innate. Breath, and the shadow of Taoist Xuangong.

Needless to say, it must be the handwriting of Xuan Qingzi, who passed on the top level of Xuangong of Tianzong to the other party, otherwise, with Baiyue's incomparably incomplete inheritance, it would be impossible to go further.

If this woman is at the innate level, it would take the two of them to make a move, but when the matter has come to this point, I have to do it, no nonsense, stepping on the sword light, the two of them fit together with the long sword in their hands, one left and one right, sealing off the world void.

"The servants don't have time to fight with you here."

In the strange place of Jixia Academy, with two martial artists in front of him, although he was fearless, Yan Lingji didn't have the intention to face it directly, besides, there was a little girl by her side.

This little girl is quite valued by the young master, if something goes wrong, it would be bad for the young master to get angry.Turning the heart at will, the thousands of fiery red mysterious lights on the body surface disappeared, and the slender hands were clasped together, a ray of deep purple mysterious light flowed out from the dantian, and the Dao seal merged into it.

In an instant, this ordinary ray of purple profound light turned into a condensed sword with a strange shape, the guards became wings, and the purple light was dense.

"Young master, the slave family has returned to heaven and earth first!"

Gently bowing to the purple long sword in front of him, ignoring Xiaoyi's resistance, he flaunted the wind, his whole body turned into flames and light again, followed the way he came, and disappeared in an instant.

Pong!Pong!

The purple long sword hangs in the void, and Yan Lingji floats away, and the two swordsmen who turned into gods in front of the electric light are directly blown away by an invisible force of resistance in the void, faster than their body skills, and fall far behind in the forest.

The sword light transforms into shape, one is divided into nine, and it evolves into the Nine Palaces Sword Formation, breaks through the void, locks on the two swordsmen, and falls from the air, wisps of incomparably sharp purple light sword glow swallows and seals the two of them inside.

The sword glow was tangible, and Yin and Yang circulated, obliterating the mysterious light on the surface of the two people who had been severely injured, annihilating their physical bodies, and suppressing their spiritual perception. In an instant, the Nine Palaces collapsed into the void, and the two god-turning swordsmen disappeared completely between heaven and earth.

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"Thousands of machines and strong crossbows!"

"Earth escape mechanism beast!"

"Thousand Bloodthirsty Spirit Flower!"

"..., I have prepared a lot of things, but unfortunately, none of them are useful, and none of the four long swords is a famous sword!"