The old woman commanded, and Sha Weng made a move.

This couple, who have lived for nearly a thousand years, have always been women and husbands. According to Nancy Nozomi's words, it's not about fear of his wife, it's about respect.

Therefore, fate can last for a long time, and it will be long until I finally see my grandchildren start a family.

With this joy and hope, Sha Weng made a sharp move.

His figure vanished, then reappeared.

disappeared in place and reappeared in front of the black-robed Chongyang. No one saw how he made a move, and then Chongyang was pinched by his five fingers and stood up.

The robe and hat slipped off, revealing a pale face.

Chongyang's face was not a little bloody, I don't know if it was because he hadn't seen the sun for many years or because of something else. His dead eyes stared condescendingly into the bottomless eyes of Nancy Xi, the protector of the Imperial Alliance.

At this moment, the new master of the Demon Gate has no power to resist, just like a humble and insignificant ant, at the mercy of slaughter.

Fortunately, he is not alone.

Beside him was Luo Changfeng, a fellow cultivator of the Tribulation Realm, and Tsing Yi, who was ranked as a saint in the Ten Heavens.

Although this Tsing Yi sophist is not a saint, he is often accompanied by saints. Whether it is his age, experience, experience, cultivation, or his cognition of the divine introduction realm, Yuan Tiangang is far above the two.

Therefore, when Chongyang's life was hanging in the balance, and Luo Changfeng took out his sword and hated the night, Yuan Tiangang had already responded.

Without using the words to follow the law, and without using the divine weapons collected from the hands of the Fifth Family's Shengsheng Master, such as the Fushen Seal Alarm Zhong Liuli Tower, the Yizi Sect Grandmaster, who is known as the sophistry, waved his fist and smashed it in the most direct way of the Xingzi disciples.

It looks like a reckless man.

Yuan Tiangang is obviously not an ordinary reckless man, and his fists naturally cannot be judged by common sense.

The supreme cultivation of the Ten Heavenly Manifestation Saints, coupled with the thunder and lightning power given by the Creation Mixed Yuan Bead, even a saint in the Divine Attraction Realm needs to be cautious.

Because even if this punch does not pose a threat to the life of the saint, it is always bad to be injured. Especially for an old man like Shaon Nancy, the result of being injured is tantamount to losing decades or more of life for no apparent reason.

Thinking of sharing the white head with the old woman Qingtian and Mingyue, Sha Weng is obviously unwilling to accept this style of play.

So the hand behind him reached out and met him with his palm to his fist.

A dull bombardment sounded in the ruined wilderness, followed by ripples like a stormy wave, sweeping across the land.

The collision of the apparition with the saint turned out to be expected.

Demon Gate Tsing Yi sophistry Yuan Tiangang was shocked back hundreds of steps, and two deep marks were drawn under his feet

Marks, the dust in the traces is scorched black, and the blood in the inner house is surging.

Yuan Tiangang's face turned red.

He was not discouraged.

Because he knows very well that the gap between the Transformation Tribulation and the Divine Induction Realm is not something that can be measured by an enemy with one move.

Therefore, from the moment he started, his purpose was only to delay, even if it was just a flash of lightning and thunder, he believed that it was enough for Luo Changfeng, enough for the new Dao Venerable of the Academy to find the opportunity to draw his sword.

And in fact, Luo Changfeng did it.

The world-famous Wind and Snow Silver City City Lord was not stingy and sent out seven swords in a row.

In the ten years when there was no saint in the world, Luo Changfeng sat in the silver city of wind and snow, and his attainments in the sword were no longer inferior to anyone.

There is a sword in the heart, and there is a sword in the hand.

If you have a knife in your heart, you will have a knife in your hand.

His sword can be used for swordsmanship, and his sword can also be used for swordsmanship, regardless of form and without limitations.

Just like now, he struck out seven swords in a row, not a simple seven-style sword move, but three swords and four swords.

The first knife is called Fengfu, which is one of the seventeen road knives that were practiced back then, and over the years, with the realm to increase the power of the natural cloud and mud, from the bottom to the top is the arm of Sha Weng who lifts Chongyang.

The second knife is called Beixue, and the Nanlou Yue comprehended from the Beixue Mountain Villa. This trick was sharpened, and when Sha Weng was forced to let go of Chongyang in his palm, the heavy snow chill was like thousands of horses and thousands of troops rushing towards him in an instant.

Nancy Nozomi, who was pressed twice in a row, was forced to retreat.

Luo Changfeng's third knife followed him like a shadow.

This knife was named Huangfu. That's right, it's the Huangfu of Huangfu Yi. Like the Shoin Guardian Knife, it means the knife of protection. Straight, bold and resolute.

Nancy Xi, who was unwilling to exchange his injuries for his life, dodged two knives in succession, and for him, it was not a pity to let the Demon Gate Chongyang pick up half of his life.

Because he had a free hand.

The realm of divine guidance is different from the realm of calamity, as a saint, he does not need to wait for an opportunity, because no matter when and where, as long as he makes a move, it is the best time.

Shaon raised his fingers together and grabbed the tip of the sword in front of him.

With a little force, the tip of the sword snapped.

With a flick of his fingers, the tip of the sword folded back, carrying Luo Changfeng's heavy snow chill.

The tip of the sword in the pupils rapidly expanded, and the sword intent was dazzling and cold.

Luo Changfeng was not afraid of the cold, but he was shocked by the speed at which he turned back the tip of the sword, and even smelled a strong danger.

The distance between him and Shaon Nancy was only three feet long, and he felt helpless in the face of the first attack of the Divine Channeling Realm Saint.

Fish meat on the cutting board, at the mercy of others.

He believed that Fang Cai Chongyang must have felt this way. If you are targeted by a saint, it will be difficult to fly.

So Luo Changfeng dispelled the idea of temporarily avoiding his edge, and the sword intent that had been cultivated to the point of divine skill in ten years suddenly erupted, enveloping the wilderness and forming an invisible sword wall within a radius of ten miles.

Ten miles of sword forbidden.

Within the wall of the sword, everything was silent.

Then the dust and smoke floated into the air, and the gravel came to rest.

The tip of the sword, which was terrifyingly fast, was less than half a finger's width from the center of the eyebrow, and finally hovered, and then fell.

However, before Luo Changfeng could relax, a silver light suddenly appeared in the sword wall.

The silver light was no more than an inch long, but it dragged a meteor-like tail of light as it meandered at an incredible speed in the gray sword forbidden space, causing lines that seemed to have no beginning and no end, unconstrained, unrestricted, and unpredictable.

Luo Changfeng knew very well what this light as thin as a gossamer was, and the eighteenth layer of purgatory was destroyed under this line cut. Therefore, the moment he first saw the silver light approaching, he swung four swords in a row, and he was extremely fast.

The blade of the sword touched the tip of the needle, and the body burst into flames.

Eventually, he was slow.

After three swords and four swords, the silver light wrapped into Luo Changfeng's blind spot in a tricky arc, and hundreds of rays of light were entwined between breaths, binding Luo Changfeng in it.

Those rays of light tightened and tightened, as if the feeling of being cut by ten thousand swords spread throughout his body, and Luo Changfeng's mind was instantly filled with the fear of death.

He felt physically disarmed.

Instead of being dismantled into eight pieces, they were cut into thousands by hundreds of rays of light, like the eighteen-story purgatory ruins lying in the wilderness.

Breathing stopped, and it was pitch black in front of him.

Am I going to die?

Luo Changfeng asked himself.

No one could give him an answer, and perhaps the best answer was to stop breathing.

But why is the heart still beating?

Luo Changfeng clearly felt his heart beating, and it became more and more intense, violently like a drum in his ears.

He didn't have time to think about it before he saw the light.

Pure, holy, representing the light of hope.

Countless rays of light.

Countless rays of light radiated from his limbs and bones, from every inch of his body's skin, piercing the gray ten-mile sword forbidden area, and even piercing the sky where the black clouds were overwhelming, illuminating the wilderness.

There is a lotus flower floating out of the body.

Where the light fell, the hundreds of threads that wrapped around the body melted.