Murong Xianxian did not draw his sword at him.

The other party did not cause irreversible consequences, and Murong Xianxian only wanted to warn the other party.

Therefore, the target of this sword was the palace gate behind the Supreme Elder.

Seeing the strange eyes of those Lingxiao Palace disciples around him, this Supreme Elder was overwhelmed with shame, but when he saw the sword mark on the palace gate, all the shame turned into a kind of cold water called horror, and he was poured from head to toe.

"Don't move anyone!"

After he finished speaking, he bypassed the door with the sword mark and hurried into the palace.

"It's just a sword mark, is it so evil?" muttered an infant monk as he approached the sword mark.

Burst!

Just as his eyes were fixed on the sword mark, his face suddenly changed, and before he could make any move, a mouthful of blood rushed out of his mouth, and his body fell convulsively as if he had been electrocuted.

"What a terrible sword intent!"

Another sword knot infant monk shouted, "Don't look at that sword mark closely! ”

Just when the disciples outside the palace were in chaos, more than a dozen elders of Lingxiao Palace came to the outside of the palace surrounded by a monk with a feather coat and star crown.

As soon as the high-ranking monks in the palace arrived, the chaotic disciples quickly quieted down and saluted respectfully: "...... Meet the Teacher!"

The Daoist priest with the feather coat and star crown was none other than the Lingxiao Palace Sect Leader Tianxiao Zhenren, he was originally in retreat, but this matter was too alarming, especially after the Supreme Elder felt the sword mark left by Murong Xianxian, he did not hesitate to gather all the Supreme Elders and decided to knock on the gate to wake up Tianxiao Zhenren.

"It's all gone. After Tianxiao Zhenren's gaze wandered over the faces of the disciples for a week, he commanded lightly.

Seeing everyone retreat in response, the expression on Tianxiao Zhenren's face became solemn, and he turned to look at the sword mark on the palace gate.

"Master, shall I come?" a Supreme Elder stepped forward and asked.

The Venerable Yunxiao shook his head: "A sword mark is not enough to hurt me." ”

After speaking, he walked to the gate of the palace and looked at the sword mark.

Rumble~

A surging sword intent suddenly erupted, the palace door shattered in an instant, and Yunxiao Zhenren took a few steps back, with a shocked look on his face.

"Coach!"

Those Supreme Elders were shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to protect them.

"It's fine, it's just a little shocked. The real person waved his hand.

"That Murong Xian is so arrogant, not only did she come to the door to make trouble, but also destroyed my mountain gate, she must not be spared!" a Supreme Elder looked angry.

"Let's take a long-term view of this. Yunxiao Zhenren frowned slightly.

"......" All the Supreme Elders looked at each other, not knowing why the Venerable Cloud Master had such an attitude of calming things down.

Seeing the expressions of the Supreme Elders, Yunxiao Zhenren sighed slightly, and then his lips squirmed, and a very thin voice immediately came from the ears of the Supreme Elders: "This style of swordsmanship has such power with only one sword intent, and none of us will be able to stop this sword." If you need to pay a lot of lives to be able to exchange for Wenxiangfang, it is very unwise, and see how the other sects react. ”

Everyone suddenly ...... They didn't notice that the moment the Venerable Man looked back, his eyes looked into the distance, and there was a deep sadness in his eyes.

When Murong Xianxian left, he did not use his spatial supernatural powers, but used his escape technique to prepare to visit the nearest Sanxing Sect.

But it didn't take long for her face to change slightly, and she felt that someone was following her.

A flash of surprise flashed in Murong Xian's eyes, he didn't expect someone to follow him, and he didn't know if it was by chance, or someone from Lingxiao Palace.

She suddenly stopped retreating, turned to look at a cultivator who flew in later, and asked with an unkind face, "Your Excellency has been following all the way, what do you want?"

Behind her was an old Taoist priest wearing a big red Taoist robe with crane hair and a childish face, and when he saw her stop, he also stopped in front of Murong Xianxian with a big grin.

"It's worthy of being a faction in charge, and it's really shrewd, and it's even able to discover this seat. The old Taoist priest was very angry, and in the face of Murong Xianxian, he was not afraid, but smiled: "But I advise you not to move, lest this seat have no time to stop." ”

Murong Xian Mo rolled his eyelids, how come everyone has such a big tone these days?

However, if it was not necessary, she didn't want to cause trouble, so she glanced at the red-robed old man: "Your Excellency has been following this seat for so long, you won't just run to gossip." ”

"Hehe, it's not that you can set up a sect by gathering a hundred and ten people. Let's discuss, you have a treasure on you, if you hand it over to this seat, how about today's matter be revealed?" said the red-robed old man with a smile.

Murong Xianxian was a little surprised, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she asked rhetorically: "Treasures? I have a lot of treasures on my body, I don't know which one Your Excellency is talking about, and where is Your Excellency sacred, I don't know if there is anything I need your help with." ”

"Hehe, it's your storage bracelet, give it to me, you and Lingxiao Palace's festival are not to blame. The red-robed old man narrowed his eyes, and a flash of greed flashed.

"Hmph! Sure enough, it's the greed of Lingxiao Palace, it seems that I am too kind. Murong Xian said lightly, his eyes turning cold.

"Hey, don't think that you can bluff people with a trick you don't know where to learn. Hmph, even if you really learned that sword, what can you do?!" The momentum of the red-robed old Dao rose sharply, and the aura around him seemed to suddenly get out of control, and he was extremely restless.

The pinnacle of Mahayana!

Murong Xianxian was a little surprised in her heart, she didn't expect that there was such a powerful person in Lingxiao Palace, it should be an elder who was hidden in the legend.

"Hehe, hey, know the times, just take it out. If you save yourself from this seat, it won't look good then!" said the red-robed old man with compassion.

A monk at the peak of Mahayana has a strong aura, but it also depends on who the object is.

In front of Murong Xianxian, unless it was the same genius cultivator, it was ...... It's just a brazen old man. However, it was the powerful aura exuded by the red-robed old Dao that made some of the monks passing by around tremble and avoid it one after another. There were also some monks who were so bold that they hid from a distance to watch the battle.

"Is it the head of Wenxiangfang?!" A monk in the distance changed his face slightly after seeing Murong Xianxian who was fighting against the red-robed old Daoist, his eyes flashed slightly, and he flew into the canopy of an ancient tree, "I actually have the courage to fight against the Tailuan Daoist of Lingxiao Palace, I don't know how the word 'death' is written." ”

The red-robed old Dao is a hidden elder in the Lingxiao Palace, the Tailuan Daoist was famous six hundred years ago, and the big red Dao robe is even more impressive. It's just that 600 years ago, there was suddenly no sound, and some of the enemies who were tossed by him were applauded, but there were also some people who suspected that he had not fallen at all.

At this moment, the powerful coercion he exuded was like heavy lead, and even if it was far away, it made many monks feel breathless. It can be imagined how heavy the pressure of Murong Xian's position is. But on the other hand, Murong Xianxian is still a breezy and leisurely appearance.

"Hey, I can't see it, there's still a bit of brush!" A hint of surprise flashed in Tailuan Daoren's eyes, and he immediately smiled: "It's a pity, in front of this seat, it's not enough to see!"

He pinched the magic trick in his hand, and shouted, and a huge fire tripod suddenly appeared in mid-air, and in an instant, this fire tripod had already shrouded Murong Xian's figure, and the flames rose, and there was a sound of wind and thunder in it, which was actually a posture that wanted to refine Murong Xianxian alive.

This...... What kind of fire is this, it is so domineering!

"Hehe, if you have to do it yourself, why bother?"

Tailuan Daoren showed a smug smile on his face, "Today's luck is good, don't worry, in the future, after the palace merges with the Wenxiang Fang, I will definitely treat those disciples well...... Oh!!"

The smug smile on his face just now turned into a frightened look in an instant, and his body flew backwards like an arrow, and at the same time, the treasure light on his body burst out, and a tower-shaped light shrouded his figure.

Rumble!

Almost at the same time, the flame giant dome exploded with a bang, and a long rainbow-like sword qi suddenly shot out, slashing towards the Tailuan Dao people.

Click, click, click......

One by one, the magic weapons were sacrificed by the Tailuan Dao people, hoping to block the sword of Murong Xianxian, but it was a pity that none of the magic weapons that ordinary monks dreamed of were spared, and they were cut into pieces under the sword momentum of Murong Xianxian.

Hiss~

There was a gasp from the monks watching the battle from afar, including the one who was watching from the canopy...... If Murong Xianxian could see him at this time, he would definitely recognize that this person was Lin Ruichao, the third son of the Samsung Sect. At this moment, seeing that the dignified Tailuan Daoist was beaten and had no power to fight back, he couldn't help but be surprised, especially when he thought that the direction Murong Xianxian was traveling in seemed to be the Sanxingzong, his face suddenly changed greatly, and he couldn't care about the results anymore, and galloped back to the Sanxingzong desperately.

Murong Xianxian didn't have those little minions who were unexpectedly surrounded. She commanded the Kunwu sword to attack the Tailuan Dao people, that immortal-level defensive magic weapon, after withstanding more than ten sword blows, the tower-shaped light building finally cracked, Tailuan Dao people looked miserable, when he sent out the first sword of Murong Xianxian, he was worried that this immortal magic weapon could not be defended, so he even cast a magic weapon to block it...... In his mind, such a powerful swordsmanship, with Murong Xianxian's cultivation, it was absolutely impossible to send out continuously, but he didn't expect that Murong Xianxian would send out more than ten swords in a row, and he was completely inexhaustible.

"Murong Xianxian, if you dare to be disrespectful to me, my Lingxiao Palace will definitely be punished by Wenxiangfang!"

Murong Xianxian stopped his movements, and looked at him with a very strange look, just when the Tailuan Dao people thought that the threat would work, they heard Murong Xianxian say lightly: "Under my style of swordsmanship, how many people in Lingxiao Palace can survive?"

How many people will survive?!

Tailuan Daoren only realized how unwise his words were at this time, he was just about to speak, but Murong Xianxian had already stopped giving him a chance, and a snow-bright sword rainbow suddenly shone and flew in.

Burst!

Tailuan Daoist opened his mouth to drink, but his head had already flown up from his neck.

With a 'bang', his head exploded in midair, and a golden light wrapped a villain who looked exactly like Tailuan Dao Man and rose into the sky...... Under the support of the golden light, the villain flew away and threw his hand at Murong Xianxian again and again, Murong Xianxian wanted to kill with a sword, but his eyes flashed, but he withdrew the Kunwu sword and let the Yuan Shen of the Tailuan Daoist escape.

casually put away the space ring left by the Tailuan Daoist, and Murong Xianxian only glanced at it slightly, and then put it away...... That old Taoist priest used almost all the treasures that could be used to resist the Kunwu Sword, and the few remaining pieces were ordinary, as for those spirit pills, classics, or spirit stones, they were really not valued by Murong Xianxian.

Her gaze swept around...... Brush, those monks who were watching the battle from near and far all took a few steps back, and some monks simply exclaimed, and fled with a retreat, as if Murong Xianxian would attack them in the next moment.

Murong Xianxian couldn't help but be dumbfounded...... She doesn't seem that scary, does she?

However, this kind of 'murderous name' also seems to be quite useful, at least when someone is thinking about dealing with Wenxiangfang, they have to consider her 'murderous name' first...... With a smile, Murong Xianxian took the light and flew towards the Sanxingzong without hurrying.

Lin Ruichao flew all the way, lost his soul and returned to the sect, the scene that happened before, it still continues to impact his heart, he is also called the leader of the generation in the black corner, he has seen the young handsome people of various sects, but it is the first time he has seen such an amazing and brilliant monk as Murong Xianxian, and now he is more worried about the Sanxing Sect, it seems that this time he is standing in line...... It will lead to the consequences of strict zhòng.

Lin Jiatian, the head of the Three Star Sect, has been cultivating for nearly a thousand years, and he is currently also the cultivation of the peak of pure yang, although it is not the peak of the black horn, but there are only a handful of people who can surpass him.

Like those worldly emperors who expanded their territory, in addition to the pursuit of the Great Dao by ordinary cultivators, he also dreamed of bringing the Three Star Sect into a more glorious era...... An era in which Lin Jiatian will always be remembered in the Sanxing Sect, and now there is an opportunity to make an appointment in front of him.

"Daddy!"

Just when Lin Jiatian was still awakened to the coming glory of the Samsung Sect, Lin Ruichao rushed in in a hurry.

"Such a big person, why is he still frizzy?" Lin Jiatian glared at his third son dissatisfied, this kid has also been cultivating for nearly two hundred years, and he still doesn't have the calmness of an adult, and he is still reckless.

"Dad, it's a big deal!"

Lin Ruichao didn't care about his reprimand, and said anxiously: "Wenxiangfang's Sect Leader Qingluan Fairy is back!"

It is said that she is still a brilliant alchemy master, and this sect needs such a person. Lin Jiatian said disapprerovingly.

"Dad, I saw her coming from the direction of Lingxiao Palace towards our Three Star Sect on the way. On the way, she met in Tailuan's old road, and Tailuan is not her opponent with a sword!" Lin Ruichao said almost word for word. R1152