The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

Yan Chixia was at odds with his own ideas, and at this time she made it clear that she did not support his actions. As the nominally uncompromising elder of the Kunlun Outer Sect, she felt ashamed at this time.

"A traitor to Kunlun! If you didn't have the Xuanyuan Sword!"

He looked at the magic soldier behind Yan Chixia with hatred, greed and jealousy flashed by.

When he saw Chu Heng, he just sneered~.

"A rebellious friend is indeed a wolfish ambition! You brazen brat!-"

He shouted loudly: "_ Bu Kunlun Sword Formation!"

Although he is arrogant, he is not ignorant.

He couldn't see Chu Heng's strength clearly, but Ao Jing's strength was already distracting.

None of the people present could compare to him.

but……

"The wonder of the Kunlun Sword Formation, can you actually imagine?"

After the order was given, a dozen or so Kunlun disciples jumped out of the crowd. Judging by their cultivation, they were all at the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage or the Golden Core Stage.

I saw their faces were serious, with their feet on seven stars.

The nun and another elder stood on both sides of the old way.

When the sword formation started, a huge yin-yang fish pattern appeared in the formation, covering the monks in the formation.

The eyes of the yin-yang fish are the Taoist nun and the elder. ~)

But this old man stood in the center of the formation, just where the yin and yang fish meet.

"Boy, today I will let you know why Kunlun is not afraid of a villain like you who is so successful and rampant!"

I saw his long sword for a while, the yin and yang fish rotated, and a magic sword shot out from the formation.

Ao Jing watched this scene with a serious expression.

He was already at the stage of distraction, but he still felt thrilled at this moment.

"My lord, I'm afraid this magic circle can kill me with one sword."

This is an extremely high evaluation, if it weren't for the faint fear in his soul, it would be impossible for him to say that.

The blood of the dragon, no matter what else it is, is the vitality, which is already stronger than [-]% of the monks in this world. At this time, the formation that can kill him with a single sword is extremely terrifying in any sect.

This Kunlun sword formation can even be compared with the Zhuxian sword formation.

Chu Heng's face also turned serious.

He was different from Ao Jing. Although the sword just now was terrifying, it could not scare him. What surprised him was that the Kunlun sword formation seemed to have endless spiritual power. I realized that with the highest cultivation level in the Nascent Soul stage, this group of people's spiritual power would be exhausted with such a sword strike. (—)

But at this time, not only did they not look tired, but they were all full of energy, and they seemed not only not worn out, but very nourished.

This is Kunlun's spiritual power?

Chu Heng's heart skipped a beat.

Above China, famous mountains have their own spiritual veins.

Otherwise, no sect would be established in a place without aura.

And Kunlun, as the largest mountain range in the world, is second to none for its abundance of spiritual power.

He didn't know how much he longed for spiritual power to upgrade the system at this time, and seeing the Kunlun magic circle at this time, he couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

It can be said that there is no place to find after breaking through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!

Seeing that he seemed to be in a daze, Ao Jing looked anxious: "My lord, this formation is too sharp, why don't we make another plan?"

His temperament of greed for life and fear of death came out again at this time.

"It's okay, borrowed power, there is nothing to be afraid of."

"Watch me break the formation."

I saw his long sword coming together, but he didn't draw the sword. Instead, he clasped his index finger and flicked it on the blade with a ding sound.

A sword energy surged out with that soft sound.

I only heard him chanting: "Looking at the sword with the lamp on while drunk, dreaming back to the company of blowing horns."

Tianlong Bayin reappeared on this battlefield.

I saw his voice and the ding-dong sound of the long sword.

The Kunlun disciples in that formation seemed to have lost their minds, as if they had really dreamed of the endless camps and the murderous battlefield.

"Eight hundred miles of fire under the command, and the sound of fifty strings turning outside the fortress."

Chu Heng's feet were getting faster and faster, and the sound of his fingertips on the blade was getting louder and more urgent, as if a war was about to start, and the wind and sand filled the sky.

With the sound of ding dong, everyone's hearts seemed to be shaking rapidly.

Those sword qi surged in this formation, flowing into a long river of sword qi.

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