The voice turned into a dragon in the sea, rising into the air, with boundless terrifying power rippling in it, and it suppressed the chaotic situation.

Whether it was the Xiuyun monk who was fighting with Zhang Ling's envoy, or the majestic Ziyun Zhenren who was holding the jujube wood sword in his hand, including a group of sect members of the Demon Sect, they all stopped what they were doing and quickly jumped back into their respective camps after hearing this abundant and desolate scream.

Chen Xuanyi and I were also taken by the momentum of this sound, and our faces trembled with fright, and we involuntarily retreated into the forest, looking in the direction from which the cry came, and our faces were wandering with shock.

The originally chaotic battlefield quickly gained a rare calm, but whether it was me or a group of high-level officials in Qingcheng Mountain, after hearing that vigorous call, their faces were not good-looking.

A person who can make such a whistling sound, even if he thinks about it with his ass, will not be an ordinary person, could it be...... Is it the mastermind behind this incident, and the crazy knife himself came out?

As soon as this thought arose, I felt that there was a terrifying aura at the foot of the mountain, and it was moving quickly to the back mountain, and hurriedly took a look at it on tiptoe.

At this speed, it doesn't look like a human at all!

I was full of shock, Chen Xuanyi's body couldn't help but stiffen, quickly pulled my arm, and said in a trembling voice, "Oops, sure enough, the old devil went up the mountain......

If I guessed correctly, the "old devil" in Chen Xuan's mouth is the sword demon Pu Zhenshan, who is among the top ten elders of the Demon Sect and is known as the "Crazy Knife".

What kind of majesty is this?

At that moment, I felt like a mang on my back, and I didn't care about continuing to observe the battle situation at the moment, and was about to pull Chen Xuanyi to dodge, but at this time, within the high-level of Qingcheng Mountain, an old figure in purple clothes flashed, pointing at the jujube wood short sword, and shouted at the flying sound at the foot of the mountain, pinching resoluteness in his mouth, and said, "Hurry!"

Two seconds later, an old man in a gray linen robe appeared at the end of the forest, his body flipped over the top of the tree and in the air, avoiding the hidden trap, and flew towards us, and the flying sword rushed into the air, stabbing at this figure like a rainbow.

However, the old man came so fast that even the flying sword could not lock on to his figure, and then he flipped in the air and stood lightly on the branch of a large tree almost ten meters away from us.

The branches of the tree were slender, but the diameter of the two thumbs of an adult together, how could it withstand the strength of an adult? But this person's body was as light as a wild goose, and with the swaying branches up and down, swaying for a while, it did not fall!

Before I could see the appearance of the old man in the linen robe, a rainbow flashed in the air, but it was Ziyun Zhenren's flying sword that shot, spun around a few times in the air, and then stabbed towards the person's vest mercilessly.

The wind screamed, turning into a sharp scream, and he was about to pierce the gray-robed old man, but the old man didn't care, as if he had an eye behind his back, and waved his left hand behind him, blocking the flying sword lightly.

Bite!

There was a crisp sound, and then I saw a jaw-dropping scene.

The old man opened his index and middle fingers, and actually poked out quickly and accurately, and then firmly clamped the tip of the flying sword, and as the flying sword "buzzed" and swung, there was a fury in the air, and the frequency of trembling was so high that it was too fast to see, and there was a buzzing sound.

However, no matter how the flying sword trembled, it had no effect at all, and it just couldn't escape the shackles of this person.

God, catch the flying sword with one hand!

At this time, I was so shocked that I couldn't help myself, and then I focused my attention on this person's face: this was a shriveled and thin body, but the waist was straight, as strong as iron and stone, with frosty sideburns on his face, like a willow swaying in the wind, and under his eyebrows were a pair of cloudy eyes, but at first glance, there was a surging essence of the sun and the moon.

The thin body was about to fall when it looked at the wind, but when the gray robe swayed, it brought people a sense of solidity and indestructible uprightness, with goosebumps on his face and a dark face, just standing there gave people a pressure as steady as Mount Tai.

Knife maniac, Park Jin-san!

When this old man first appeared, although he did not report his name, everyone was impressed by the momentum of the landslide, and involuntarily popped out such a desperate name from the depths of their hearts.

Chen Xuanyi and I both retreated slowly, their faces cloudy, while the Demon Sect and the others gathered together, surrounded the old man very respectfully, and bowed their hands one after another, greeting each other in unison, "Hello Old Pu!"

The knife madness nodded noncommittally, looked around the field, and cast the eagle-like gaze down, and all the Qingcheng disciples saw it, and they were all facing the enemy, and they were careful to take precautions. However, he didn't care, and even ignored the Qingcheng disciples who most of them wanted to draw their swords, but turned his gaze to Ziyun Zhenren, whose face was like cold iron, and nodded slightly, "Old friend Ziyun, I haven't seen you for decades, but your flying sword skill has made a lot of progress. ”

At this time, Ziyun Zhenren's face was like cold iron, his whole body was restrained, he glanced up at Pu Zhenshan who was standing on the branch, and put his sword away, and the flying sword that was originally caught in the tip of the opponent's finger also shot backwards and returned to his hand, and then said calmly, "Passing the prize, Old Man Park, these decades have passed, and I thought you would have been buried a long time ago." ”

"The revenge has not been avenged, why is the old man willing to go first?"

Park Zhenshan smiled slightly, his brilliant eyes showed a sharp light, and then he looked around, and said with surprise in his eyes, "Qingcheng Mountain is in chaos like this, why don't the sea dog thieves dare to show up and meet me?"

"Hmph!" Hearing this, Ziyun Zhenren raised his sword, trembled, and snorted angrily, "The surname Pu, you instructed your subordinates to give Canghai Zhenren the poison of 'Thousand Days San', causing him to be sick in bed and unable to get up, but now he has the face to question us?"

“...... Oh!" Pu Zhenshan's eyes turned, and his essence overflowed, and then he looked around at the people around him, and said expressionlessly, "My previous order was for you to sneak into the mountain gate and destroy all the magic circle arrangements here.

As soon as the words fell, a guy dressed in black and covered with a face towel walked out of the demon sect crowd, walked quickly to the tree where Pu Zhenshan stood, bowed down and said, "Old Pu, the plan to poison was proposed by me, the old thief of Canghai is the head of the Laojun Pavilion, and it is really not easy to cultivate, and I am doing this for the sake of ......."

"Then you're damned!"

Park Zhenshan stood still, his face was calm, but his eyes were full of evil spirit, "Although I have an uncommon hatred with this dog thief, I have been looking forward to being able to have a fair competition with him, you poisoned me privately, delaying my major affairs, and the fault is all on you, no wonder the old man." ”