There was a dead silence in the audience, just between these gestures, everyone's grandmaster's demeanor was undoubtedly demonstrated, and this white wave sword once again fell into the hands of this old sect master.

The old sect master smiled slightly, lowered his head, and said to this white wave sword, as if to an old friend, "Long time no see." ”

The old sect master is happy.

This white wave sword suddenly quieted down, no longer struggling, very wonderful, quiet in the hands of this old sect master, as if it had become a dead thing, this magical scene, countless people around it, have envy.

Whether it is a high-grade spiritual soldier, the first spiritual soldier in the secular world.

Chen Fan put his hands behind his back, and his face did not change.

Actually, this White Wave Sword is nothing, and the potential of the Broken Army is actually higher than this White Wave Sword, but this will not be brought into play, this Broken Army is a fallen pinnacle mystery!

Once this sword spirit is resurrected, this broken army can reach the top grade of the mysterious weapon!

Under the Xuan Baby, this sword is invincible!

It's a pity that even Li Xuance didn't realize this in the previous life, the broken army can be said to have been covered in dust, in the hands of Li Xuance, this broken army just did not get buried, and showed off its power in the secular world.

In the end, it ended with a spiritual weapon, one of the top ten spiritual soldiers in the secular world.

But in this life, it's different.

Chen Fan's eyes were fixed, with Chen Fan himself, this broken army will become famous all over the world sooner or later!

In the distance, on the mountain peak, Li Xuance naturally saw this scene, he couldn't help biting his lower lip, the whole person's face was red, the loss of this broken army was a thorn in his heart!

Especially when he saw this white wave sword, the uncomfortable feeling in his heart became stronger!

In the sleeves, the five fingers clenched hard.

Li Xuance thought that if this broken army was in his hands, it would definitely not be inferior to this white wave sword,......! He would rather die than think that one day, he would be so close to this broken army, and he would miss it in vain......

Next to him, Li Qingyuan couldn't help but glance at him, and following his gaze, it was Mo Fan who was standing with his hands in the crowd.

Li Qingyuan patted him on the shoulder, "Okay, don't think about it." ”

"What doesn't belong to you, it won't belong to you in this life, I know you like that broken army, but I might as well tell you, Mo Fan is not a simple person, you don't try to get things from his hands. ”

"It is even said that this broken army will be stronger in his hands. ”

Li Xuance clenched his fists, "...... I'll get it back. ”

Li Qingyuan twisted his eyebrows and didn't say any more.

The white wave sword fell back into the hands of the old sect master of the Sword Sect, the old sect master raised his head, and Zhao Baiyu let out a long laugh, and in the laughter, there was a trace of sadness, and a trace of freedom.

He looked up, and the sunset was like blood.

Reflecting the terrifying scene of the entire Cangxuan faction, rivers of blood.

All around, the people were silent, just staring at him.

Zhao Baiyu knew that today, he would definitely die, Zhao Baiyu spread his hands and looked at the old sect master of the Sword Sect opposite very calmly, and there was not even a trace of fear of death in his eyes.

Yes, it's just as calm as an abyss.

"Today, let's settle this matter with the two old men. ”

Zhao Baiyu was calm, and there was still a trace of madness in his heart.

This is no longer good for the old sect master of the Sword Sect, at most three shots, the true yuan will be exhausted and he will die, the current old sect master is even more miserable than him, half a foot into the grave, just relying on this true yuan to hang his life.

Even if he dies, he will drag away half the life of this old sect master of the Sword Sect!

The old sect master of the Sword Sect asked the sword sect with a calm face, of course he knew this, but his face did not change, the old sect master of the sword sect took a step forward and nodded slowly, "But, then I will give you a ride." ”

With a sword raised, the old sect master's body moved, and disappeared from the spot in an instant!

This body is terrifying!

On one side, the faces of the masters of the seven factions changed color, this is to ask the old sect master of the Sword Sect, these people couldn't help but scatter around, and Mr. Mo, who was not thoughtful, also frowned deeply at the moment.

On his face, there was a hint of jealousy.

The figures of the two are staggered in an instant!

"Poof", only a sword, everyone was shocked, only to see that from this old sect master of the Sword Sect, a sky-high brilliance suddenly erupted, and it seemed that the breath of the whole person soared directly to the peak.

Then, a sword goes down.

This Zhao Baiyu didn't even have the slightest room to fight back, poof, the head flew down, the corpse was broken, blood splashed everywhere, fell, died! The master of the Innate Four Realms was killed by someone with a sword!

Siye, a dead silence!

Spike, absolute spike!

Zhao Baiyu, who was still showing off his martial arts before, did not show the slightest strength to fight back when facing the old sect master of the Sword Sect, just a sword passed, the head fell to the ground, and he died like this!

Everyone was just stupid.

At the beginning, they even thought that this Zhao Ruoyu could at least drag on for a while, at least, this was also a shocking battle, but they didn't expect it...... And in the end, it was all so peaceful.

The old sect master put away his sword, and the person fell to the ground.

Then, from above his body, the terrifying peak qi suddenly fell down again, completely languishing, and after just one blow, it was completely dimmed, and the old sect master directly coughed up blood!

A few mouthfuls of dirty blood, coughing on the ground, looked shocking.

The old sect master wiped the dirty blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly raised his head, and glanced at the people around him, obviously very old, but this look did not see the slightest bit of turbidity, and some were just as sharp as eagle eyes!

Thousands of people from the Seven Sects, at the moment, except for Chen Fan, who was calm, the rest of the people, their bodies were all shocked!

This is a warning!

From a warning from the old sect master of the Sword Sect, just imagine, even if this old sect master has half a foot in the ground, as long as he still has a breath, he has the strength of this sword to kill the masters of the seven factions in seconds, who would dare to be presumptuous?

Not surprisingly, today's actions are enough to deter the Seven Factions for more than five years!

The battle of the old sect master out of the mountain today is the pinnacle!

Shocked at a glance, the old sect master slowly lowered his head, and looked at this Zhao Baiyu, revealing a trace of the sadness of the rabbit and the fox, he is dead, how can he be close to death, it is not far away.

Glancing at this Luo Cang silently, the old sect master turned around and left.

Such people, there is no need for him to do it.

As soon as Zhao Baiyu died, the entire Cangxuan faction was actually equivalent to a tree falling and scattering, everything completely collapsed, and the sense of shock gradually receded, and these people slowly stepped forward, and the people of the seven factions completely surrounded this Luo Cang.

Luo Cang raised his head and laughed bitterly.

He sat on the ground, his hair scattered.

"It's over, it's all over......"

The breath of the Tyrannical Spirit Pill completely retreated from his body, and Luo Cang's cultivation also fell straight back to the Innate One Realm from this Innate Three Realms in one breath, and his whole person began to wilt.

A sense of old age permeated his cheeks, and Luo Cang seemed to be unaware.

Luo Cang slowly stood up.

The people of the Seven Factions inexplicably followed and began to retreat.

Up and down his body, on his body, blood was still falling, his clothes were a little broken, stained with blood, Luo Cang looked coldly, looked around, he said word by word, "People of the seven factions, I, Luo Cang, am here, and I swear to the sky." ”

"One day, your fate will be worse than mine. ”

Luo Cang raised his head, laughed loudly, the remnant sun was like blood, and fell on his cheeks, Siye, there was silence, and no one dared to refute, "Who else, come up." ”

Luo Cang spread his hands.

Obviously, this Luo Cang is no longer defenseless at the moment, but I don't know why, this will, no one dares to step forward, and the people of the seven factions are all retreating, but Mr. Zhoumen's eyes revealed a trace of impatience.

He was about to take a step forward, and a voice sounded in the crowd on one side.

“…… I got it. ”

The people of the seven factions all looked at this person, and in the crowd, a young man walked out, this young man had black hair and a shawl, his eyes showed a trace of indifference, and at his waist, he was accompanied by a broken army, looking at the people of the seven factions, as if they did not exist.

"It's him!" In the Liangyi Sect, Lin Zhiqiu's body couldn't help but tremble suddenly.

Chen Fan sent the crowd out, his eyes were cold.

Someone who dares to threaten himself,...... , they all have to die!

A sword, slowly drawn.