Martial arts: People are in Qixia Town, starting with a green snake with two sleeves

"Su Xuan."

In the ruins of Xuankong Temple, Miao Wusheng rushed out with disheveled hair, holding the Kongji sword, looking like a madman, with scars all over his body.

The No. 18 in the world, Su Xuan, is in such a panic. In the hands of Su Xuan, the No. [-] in the world, he was smashed into the ground after only a few swords.

If rumors spread, Miao Wusheng, the master of the hanging temple, might become a laughing stock in martial arts world.

"I will kill you today."

Miao Wusheng's hair was disheveled, his robe was torn, and he stepped on the void, killing Su Xuan, the empty sword in his hand vibrated.

"Seeking your own way."

He shook his head, took three steps in a row, and swayed his body upwards, like a big roc spreading its wings, and in an instant, he rose to over a hundred feet.

"Slay the sky with one sword."

Su Xuan shouted loudly, and in an instant, his killing intent soared, and the fiery sword in his hand made a deafening sound of sword cries.

Swinging the long sword, a snow-white sword light descended from the sky, containing infinite killing intent.This sword is the killing sword among killing swords.

Use the third master Xun as the sword to open the edge three times, and then drink the blood of the ancestor Wang, the strong man in the land fairyland.

The power of Jian San has been raised to a terrifying level.

This sword can kill all the great masters of Kyushu Celestial Realm

The sharp sword light was condensed to the extreme, containing killing intent, sword energy, sword momentum, sword intent, and the sword light came out.

The world was shocked and silent, the mountains and fields trembled, and the terrifying killing intent erupted, sweeping in all directions, like an endless tide.

Two blushes appeared on Zhu Yuyan's face, his eyes were shining brightly, his body was trembling, it was excitement and excitement.

"This sword."

She murmured to herself: "It's really a sword that kills everything."

The bodies of Miao Zizai and Miao Wusheng were also trembling, not excitement, but fear, Su Xuan's sword was too terrifying.

They even felt that the power of heaven and earth that they had induced with the astronomical phenomenon was cut off in an instant.

If you want to kill the celestial phenomenon, you must first cut off the force of the sky and the earth. Su Xuan's sword kills the celestial phenomenon.

Unstoppable

Miao Wusheng's Dao heart was broken in an instant, fear surfaced in his heart, he muttered to himself in despair, murderous aura came towards him.

The terrifying sword light tore through the air, sliced ​​open the mountains, shattered the cliffs, cracked the cliffs, and in the suspended view, pavilions and pavilions collapsed, and I don't know how many disciples died in it.

"enough."

But at this moment, another figure walked out from the observation, this is a white-haired old man, he stepped out one step, silently appeared in front of Miao Wusheng, stretched out a palm, towards this road Jian Guang greeted him.

"boom"

The sword energy stopped in front of the old Taoist's palm, a little surprise appeared on the old Taoist's stern face, his brows were frowned, and his body kept retreating, until he retreated more than ten feet away, a mass of yin and yang Taiji appeared in his palm.

With the sword energy deflected, he cut it on the nearby cliff, and the hundreds of feet of the cliff shook. When the sword energy dissipated, a terrible crack emerged, extending from the top of the cliff to the foot of the mountain.

"This son can't stay."

A solemn look flashed in the old Taoist's eyes, and then a little killing intent appeared, and the white Taoist robe brushed past.

in an instant

Xuankong Guan went up and down, countless swords vibrated, and then hundreds of swords were unsheathed from the ruins, from the hands of Xuankong Guan's disciples, densely packed, gathered from all directions, and flew towards the old way.

Chapter 110 Seven: The Sword of Jiazi Comes from the West to Cover the Xuankong Temple

"buzzing"

"buzzing"

Up and down the entire Hanging Mountain, the sound of sword vibrations echoed for a long time, and above the sky, sword lights raged.

Hundreds of iron swords flew into the sky, turned into rivers of sword weapons, and headed towards the old road of Xuankong Guan.

"chichichi"

"chichichi"

Back mountain

The Xuankong Temple disciples looked excited and shouted: "Please ancestor kill this ferocious beast."

Immediately afterwards, he patted the scabbard on his back, and the densely packed swords were unsheathed again, shooting up into the sky.

In the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain, within the sword mound, the broken sword inserted into the tombstone screamed, and the rust on it fell off, revealing its sharpness again.

These are the sabers of the disciples who used to hang in the sky. They have been buried here with their masters.

"Boom"

"Boom"

"Boom"

Above the sky, thunder and lightning, howling winds, the coercion of the land fairyland permeated, covering the entire Hanging Mountain.

The rocks trembled, the vegetation frightened, the old Taoist slowly raised his right hand, and in an instant, the thunder surged and thunder burst.

Immediately afterwards, rivers of sword weapons converged from all directions and floated behind him.

This person is a genuine land sword fairy, and he was a famous figure who moved the world before Jiazi.

This is the background of Xuankong Temple, just like the Yu Wang family of Wang Laowei, as long as the god of land does not die, the family sect will not die.

A strong man in the Land of Gods and Wonderland can rebuild a powerful family or a first-class sect anytime, anywhere.

"Old Ancestor, kill him."

Miao Wusheng opened his mouth, his chest heaved and heaved with hatred, the originally perfect state of mind of the Great Master of Celestial Phenomena Realm was broken by Su Xuan's sword just now.

So much so that even though the ancestor of "Seven Nine Three" Xuankong Guan made a move and blocked the sword, his aura was strong and sometimes weak because of his broken state of mind, not to mention that his strength was greatly reduced. unknown.

At that time, the strength of the ninth in the world may not be one out of ten.

"If there is no hatred."

The old Taoist held up thousands of clanging swords, and said regretfully: "I don't even mind giving you a few tricks, I have only seen a monster like you once.

But now the situation is in the same situation, and the deadly feud has ended, and the old man refuses to let Kyushu produce another sword god. "

"If you want to do it, do it, why bother to talk nonsense."

Su Xuan pursed his lips and pointed his long sword horizontally. The terrifying aura on his body began to rise continuously, as if there was no limit.

But compared with the coercion and coercion of the experienced and genuine Land Sword Immortal, it is still a bit worse.

The land sword fairy, in terms of strength, must be above the land gods like Wang Laoguai.

Zhu Yuyan bit her red lips lightly with her white teeth, her expression was not moved, she was still indifferent, she just silently mobilized her true energy and poured it into the long sword.

At this moment, there was another high-pitched sword cry, and immediately after that, a bright river of sword energy came from the west, tearing apart the clouds and extinguishing the thunder.

The mighty river of swords rushed straight to the Hanging Mountain, containing thousands of sharp swords, floating above Su Xuan's head, facing off against the river of swords of Xuankong Guan Laodao.

Two long rivers of swords divided the Hanging Mountain into two, and even the coercion of the veteran land sword fairyland was blocked.

"This is?"

Xuankong Guan's eyes were wide open, his expression seemed incredulous, and there seemed to be a little shock in the depths of his eyes.

Miao Wusheng and Miao Zizai, the two great masters of the Celestial Phenomena Realm, were also stunned, not to mention them, even Su Xuan and Zhu Yuyan didn't expect this result.

"Young master, it seems that someone is helping you and me."

The corners of her mouth raised slightly, revealing a smile.

"Who?"

Su Xuan scratched his head, for a moment, he couldn't remember when he knew the old monster in the land fairyland.

"Hmph, stinking Taoist priest, do you think my apprentice is so easy to bully? I'm not dead yet, how can I allow you to be arrogant like a bull-nosed old man."

A long-lost voice resounded in Xuankong Mountain, and it was unknown from which direction it came from. It was the one-armed old man who had met once in the inn in the past.

That is, Su Xuan's cheap master.

The old sword god who was number one in the world before Jiazi.

"Your master is here."

Zhu Yuyan said softly, at this time, she was inexplicably a little nervous, and even took out a bronze mirror from her sleeve to see how her makeup looked.

"This is Thousand Miles Transmission."

Su Xuan smiled and said, "Almost forgot, I, Su, also have a master."

On the opposite side, Xuankong Guan's complexion was ugly, extremely ugly, quite ugly, bluish for a while, then white for a while.

He didn't speak, just looked into the distance silently, the expressions of Miao Wusheng and Miao Zizai were also quite wonderful.

No one in the world knows who Su Xuan's master is, he is an invincible figure before Jiazi, able to overwhelm the existence of Old Monster Wang.

Although he was defeated in the end, he also broke his arm, and has since disappeared from the rivers and lakes for a period of six years.

But now in the rivers and lakes, the myth of that person is still being circulated. Who can be sure that that person's cultivation level will not be restored if he can train a monster like Su Xuan.

What's more, at this time, Qianli Yujian, who came from the west and entered the Hanging Mountain, actually suppressed his ancestor.

The strength of the old way, Miao Wusheng and Miao Zizai are clear, the real land sword fairyland, with powerful combat power.

"Students who have been besieged and killed again and again, do you think that the sword in your hand will be rusty if the old man Jiazi doesn't enter the rivers and lakes?"

The voice of the one-armed old man contained terrible coercion: "My good disciple, just kill me today, your master, I will bear this old way for you."

After all, the long rivers of sword weapons coming from the west vibrated, bursting out with terrifying power, and the sword energy rushed straight into the sky.

Xuankong Guan Laodao didn't move, the densely packed swords behind him erupted, and in an instant, countless swords vibrated.

Two rivers of sword weapons erupted and collided in the sky above the Xuankong Temple, destroying each sword weapon;

Such a spectacular scene was something Su Xuan had never seen before, the duel between two terrestrial sword celestial beings.

"boom"

The storm of sword energy raged, and after a few breaths, the two rivers of sword weapons shattered, leaving only a three-foot sword weapon in the sky.

The sword is forged from ordinary iron, and it didn't even have a sharp edge. This sword came from the west. It was just such an ordinary iron sword. It crossed the sky, rolled up the sword light, and flew towards the old way of Xuankong Guan.

Finally, he stopped in front of the old Taoist three zhang away, the sword was restrained, without even the slightest edge.

In this duel between sword immortals on land, the one-armed old man won, while the veteran of Xuankong Guan lost.

With a cold snort, he turned around and walked in and out, appearing beside Miao Zizai. The old Taoist carried Miao Zizai back to the depths of the Xuankong Temple, his aura was concealed, as if he had never appeared before.

Miao Wusheng's expression was stiff and his eyes were dull. He naturally understood what this meant. It was inevitable for him to fall into the realm of being broken.

He is no longer qualified to be the viewer of the Xuankong Temple, and that person who was invincible in the world before Jiazi stated that he wanted a head.

The old Taoist chose Miao Zizai, and abandoned Miao Wusheng, the master of the Xuankong Temple.

For a moment, I couldn't help feeling sad, Miao Wusheng's face was pale, holding the Kongji sword, he laughed wildly and said: "Old Ancestor, you are really cruel, I have done so much for Xuankong Temple, today you actually put me like this Push it out."

An ordinary iron sword was hanging on the Xuankong Mountain, but it weighed down the entire Xuankong Temple, and even made a land sword fairy unable to move.

This is the power of the one-armed old man.

Su Xuan and Zhu Yuyan looked at Miao Wusheng with pitiful eyes, the latter was full of grief and indignation, the number nine in the world, the master of the sky, the overlord of the rivers and lakes, how could he bear this kind of pitiful gaze.

"Even if it's death, I won't make it easy for you."

Miao Wusheng grinned grimly, mobilized [-]% of her true energy, the Kongji sword emitted a sharp sword light, stepped forward, and rushed towards Su Xuan and Zhu Yuyan.

It's a pity that after his state of mind was broken, his strength was not even [-]% of what he had just now, and this sword was nothing more than self-destruction.

Su Xuan raised his eyebrows, swung his long sword, and a glamorous sword light drowned Miao Wusheng.

"laugh"

Zhu Yuyan put the Raging Fire Sword back into its sheath, and pulled out a celestial silk ribbon from the sleeve of her skirt to wrap around the Kongji Sword.

The next moment, Kong Ji, the thirteenth-ranked sword on the Divine Weapons List, fell into her hands, she inserted it into the scabbard, stood side by side with Su Xuan, stepped on the void, and landed at the foot of the Hanging Mountain.