"Hehe, I didn't expect that how many years have passed, and I can still see the seven swords of the Tianshan Mountains, but the legendary seven swords, there are already four swords left, I'm afraid you can't even lay out the simplest sword formation. ”

True Yang Yan Jun sneered, and didn't seem to put the famous Tianshan Seven Swords in his eyes at all.

"Since we are so confident in our feet, then a few of our old guys will learn the tricks of our feet. ”

Three old men armed with various strangely shaped swords, slowly surrounded them.

Although Ding Baitou couldn't see the strength of True Yang Yan Jun, the three of them could see that if they fought alone, I am afraid that none of the three of them would be True Yang Yan Jun's opponent.

So at this time, they didn't care about any morality or immorality, and prepared three people to go up together and besiege Zhenyang Yanjun.

"I'm afraid you three old guys are more than three hundred years old combined, I didn't expect to be so shameless, if you want to bully more and less, let us brothers come to learn your tricks. ”

At this time, a tall black butler with a thin face walked out of the crowd and looked at the three old men with great disdain.

With his words, more than a dozen black-clothed deacons stood up.

"Stand down, since the three sword masters want to challenge the old man, then the old man will have fun with you. ”

At this time, Zhenyang Yan Jun waved his hand, snorted coldly, stuck the scepter in his hand on the ground, and then took a step forward with his dry body, which could be regarded as accepting the challenge of the three old men.

"Since you want to challenge me, then please. ”

True Yang Yan Jun stood in the middle of the square, quietly looking at the three sword masters.

The three sword masters glanced at each other, then nodded secretly, forming an encirclement and wrapping the True Yang Yan Jun in the middle, and the sword blades in their hands pointed directly at the various vital points of the True Yang Yan Jun.

Their swords were very fast, and even many of the disciples present only saw a flash of sword light, and then the three long swords with cold light had already appeared in front of True Yang Yan Jun.

I saw that the True Yang Yan Jun in the field didn't make any moves, and he didn't even do anything to defend, allowing the three cold and shining swords to stab at him.

The three long swords pierced the Golden Robe of True Yang Yan Jun directly, and of course it was just that, because there were three clanging sounds next.

It was as if those three long swords had struck a golden stone.

"Are you the golden body of Buddhism?"

"No, even the six-zhang golden body of the Buddha Gate has no way to completely defend against our attacks!"

"What kind of spell are you practicing?"

The three old men couldn't help but widen their eyes, they didn't expect such a result at all.

The three old men can be regarded as first-class masters, and with the assistance of the sword, there are few people in the world who can resist their attacks.

It's just that today their attack was not only prevented, but they didn't even inflict injuries on the opposite side.

True Yang Yan Jun's withered palm slapped on the three long swords, and the three old men were directly shocked and flew upside down.

Their tiger's mouths exploded, and blood dripped onto the swords in their hands, and the three long swords were still trembling incessantly.

"Of the seven swords of the previous generation, only the three of you old guys are left. You three wastes, you can't even break my true yang true body, and in my opinion, there is no need to live at all, so let's go down early and reunite with them!"

Speaking of True Yang Yan Jun's withered body, it was like a whirlwind rushing directly towards the few people present.

The three old men of the Tianshan Sect were shocked in their hearts, and the sword in their hands slashed towards Zhenyang Yan Jun without thinking.

It's just that those swords hit the True Yang Yan Jun, as if they were slashed into a hard stone, except for the clanging sound, they didn't cause any damage to the True Yang Yan Jun at all.

And True Yang Yan Jun's palm slapped on them, but it could cause great damage to the bodies of the three old men.

With one breath, the three old men who represented the highest combat power of the Tianshan Mountains were all beaten to the ground by Zhenyang Yan Jun and could no longer get up.

"What kind of bullshit Tianshan Sword Sect, in the old man's opinion, is just a local chicken and a dog, Master Ning, I'll give you one last chance, do you Tianshan Sect surrender or not?"

Zhenyang Yan Jun snorted coldly, shook off the dust on his sleeves, and had an aura of looking down on the world and being the only one.

"Old man, I still say the same thing, even if I die, I won't be infamy!"

"In that case, then don't blame my old man for being ruthless!"

Zhenyang Jun snorted coldly and waved his hand at his subordinates, and the group of subordinates nodded and surrounded the people of the Tianshan Sect, but at this time Ning Baitou spoke again.

"Wait a minute, old man, why don't I make a bet with you?"

"Oh, I don't know what bet you want to make with the old man?"

True Yang Yan Jun stared at Ning Baitou with interest.

"Just now my three senior uncles failed to take one of your moves, this time I want to give it a try, if I can take your three moves, can you let go of my disciples of the Tianshan Sect?"

"Haha, it's really interesting, I didn't expect that Master Ning is a loving and righteous person, then good, I'll promise you, old man! However, you have to think about it carefully, the old man's true yang palm is not something ordinary people can afford!"

Zhenyang Yan Jun laughed, in his opinion, there was no difference between Ning Baitou and looking for death.

"Old man, please do it, I've already thought it through!"

Ning Baitou was already ready to defend at this time.

Zhenyang Yan Jun was not polite to him, he formed a palm with one hand and slapped it directly towards Ning Baitou.

This palm did not hit Ning Baitou's body, but hit a violent Gangfeng!

Even so, the palm wind hitting Ning Bai's head also made his face pale, the true qi in his body boiled, and even blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

Immediately followed by the second palm, this palm slapped Ning Baitou's body firmly, and Ning Baitou's body flew out directly upside down like a cannonball.

A large mouthful of blood spat out in the sky, forming a rainbow.

"Father!"

Seeing this scene, Ning Rong'er couldn't help but scream, and subconsciously rushed up, wanting to help her father up from the ground.

"Go back, I'm still ...... Ahem......"

Ning Baitou struggled to get up and waved his hand at his daughter.

But before he finished speaking, he coughed up a mouthful of blood again, this time the blood was a little different from the last time, and there were even fragments of internal organs in it, and it was obvious that this palm had shattered Ning Baitou's internal organs.

"Master Ning, there is one last palm left, are you sure you want to continue?"

Zhenyang Yan Jun sneered all over his face, in fact, at the beginning, he didn't plan to let go of the Tianshan faction, the reason why he agreed to Ning Baitou's gamble was just to have a good time.

"Please remember what you said!"

Ding Baitou stood in place and calmed down, the chaotic true qi in his body.

"Old man, I naturally mean what I say, as long as you can take this last slap, the old man will let go of the Tianshan faction!"

"Okay, please make a move!"

Ning Baitou pulled out the sword behind his back and stabbed it at the top of his head, his sword was very slender, only a little thicker than an ordinary silver needle.

The moment the long sword was inserted above his head, Ning Baitou's momentum changed, and the aura on his body immediately became a lot stronger.

Obviously, Ning Baitou used a method similar to the golden acupuncture technique.

Using this method, the potential in the body is stimulated, and the self becomes stronger, but even if it does, it is only an overdraft of one's own life.

Seeing this scene, Zhenyang Yan Jun smiled disdainfully, and the whole person rushed towards Ning Baitou flutteringly like a falling autumn wind, and in an instant, the palm of his hand appeared on his chest.

Hearing only a bang, Ning Baitou's body hit the pillar in front of the Tianshan Hall like a cannonball.

The stone pillar, which was the thickness of a bucket, was directly smashed into two sections.

And Ning Baitou was also lying on the ground like a dead pig, as if he had lost the breath of his whole body.

"Lord True Yang, what are we going to do now?"

At this time, Old Man Huang walked behind Zhenyang Yan Jun and asked very respectfully.

"The old man promised him that as long as he could catch the old man's three palms, he would spare the Tianshan faction, but if he didn't catch the old man's three chapters, then he could only slaughter the Tianshan faction!"

True Yang Yan Jun smiled.

Not only that, but even the group of black-clothed deacons behind him had cruel smiles on their faces.

In their opinion, this is just a game of cat and mouse, and after the cat catches the mouse, it does not eat it directly, but first tortures and kills it.

Now that the game is over, all that awaits everyone is death.

"Old man, please keep your promise, I'm not dead yet!"

Ning Baitou spurted out a few more mouthfuls of blood, and finally lay on the ground weakly.

"Lord Zhenyang, what should we do now?"

At this time, a black-clothed deacon couldn't help but ask.

"Forget it, since I agreed, Ning Zhangmen will defend his subordinates if he dies, so let's leave the lives of this group of weak chickens!"

True Yang Yan Jun let out a long sigh, the people of the Tianshan Sect were nothing to him at all, and there was no difference between killing and not killing.

"Collect the Seven Swords of the Tianshan Mountains, let's go!"

Zhenyang Yan Jun waved his hand to his subordinates, and the group of black-clothed deacons rushed into the Tianshan Great Hall and searched out the Tianshan Seven Swords.

"My lord, this kid's cultivation is not bad, it is very likely that it will be a big obstacle to keep him, otherwise we will kill him, right?"

At this time, a black-clothed deacon set his eyes on Xuanyuan Po's body.

"Such a person can't pose any threat to us, so forget it!"

True Yang Yan Jun shook his head, not taking Xuanyuan Po to heart at all.

That disdainful look was like looking at a piece of garbage.

Xuanyuan Po's clenched fists, his face was full of resentment, this was his Xuanyuan Po being looked down upon again.

He is unwilling, very unwilling, he has obviously stepped into the broken mirror, and he has obviously become a martial arts master, but he will still be looked down upon.

Since he was a child, Xuanyuan Po has never been insulted like this.

"Lord Zhenyang is right, such a little minion is not worth our help at all!"

"Yes, let's let him continue to live!"

"The weak only deserve to steal life!"

Not only Zhenyang Yan Jun, the eyes that looked at Xuanyuan were full of disdain, even those black-clothed deacons looked down on him.

After putting away the Seven Swords of the Tianshan Mountains, a group of people walked towards the bottom of the mountain under the leadership of Zhenyang Yan Jun.

Xuanyuan Po looked at the figures of everyone leaving, clenched his fists, thought about it, and finally followed......