Lu Xiao's eyes were cold, and he used his sword again.

On the Heavenly Punishment Sword, the sword intent was awe-inspiring, and the sword light soared to the sky.

The sword is like cold snow, and the meaning is like ice.

Rin Rin's killing intent soared into the sky.

Just like the glorious heavenly might, indescribable.

The children and elders of the sect family were all in despair.

"It's over, Zhang Zhangjiao, I'm going to lose!"

"This Lu Zixiao is so terrifying!"

"Could it be that no one in the heavens and on the earth can really control this demon?"

This Lu Zixiao, one move, defeats the Buddha Gate, and when he sees two moves, he will defeat the Daomen.

If both the Buddha and the Tao are defeated.

This Chinese Shenzhou, although there are countless strong people.

Who can stop this Lu Zixiao?

At that time, although Shenzhou is big, there will no longer be a place for the sect family.

The monks of the poor sect are all boiling with their hearts.

They are witnessing the beginning of an era.

In this era, the name is called equality.

Everyone is equal, everyone is a dragon.

They are the witnesses of this ideal era.

……

"Lu Zixiao, do you really want to go against the sky?"

Zhang Yuanfang's eyes were full of hideousness, and he roared angrily: "In this world, the strong are respected, and the weak are servants, how can there be any fairness?"

"The Tao is different, so why bother. ”

Lu Xiao shook his head, his eyes were cold, and the Heavenly Punishment Sword in his hand turned, and the sword light in the sky instantly turned into a torrent and swept towards Zhang Yuanfang.

"You forced me!"

Zhang Yuanfang's eyes were full of murderous intent: "Today, I will exchange the thousand-year-old future of Longhu Mountain for a bright blue sky in China!"

As soon as the words fell, in the mountains behind Longhu, eighty-one second-generation disciples all showed their determination.

"Strong, my Heavenly Master!"

As soon as the words fell, eighty-one second-generation disciples fell to the ground and died.

Eighty-one divine souls are all returned to the great array.

Immediately, an indescribable wave rose into the sky.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds changed color, and the dark clouds instantly converged in the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

Zhang Yuanfang raised his finger to the sky and let out a long howl:

"Break the Void Formation!"

A flash of purple light rushed into the sky, as if to disperse all the dark clouds in the sky.

In the sky, a whirlpool quickly condensed and formed, and at the end of the whirlpool, the fairy light was shining, and there were faint terrifying fluctuations.

At the same time, Lu Xiao's sword was also on the way.

The vast sword intent, like a stormy wave, rushed to the face.

"Where is Shakyamuni's faith!"

Zhang Yuan's eyes were full of anxiety.

If he can't move, if he moves, then he will be ruined in a flash.

"Don't panic in Zhangjiao! I'll help you!"

Shi Zunxin and other monks rose into the air one after another, each casting their magical powers, and smashed towards the sword.

They also knew that if Zhang Yuanfang's formation was broken, with Lu Xiao's strength, they would definitely die.

The attacks of several half-step God Realm powerhouses turned into a torrent of energy and swept away towards the sword.

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering roar.

The torrent of energy, which lasted only two breaths, was broken through by the sword.

Shazun Xin and the others all vomited blood, their bodies were shocked, and they almost fell from the air.

And that sword mang, the residual momentum continued to rush towards Zhang Yuanfang.

Zhang Yuanfang's face was hideous, and he roared angrily:

"You can't kill me!"

He pinched it with one hand, and the Dao robe on his body was instantly shattered, turning into purple light and stars in the sky, like a horse, rushing towards Xiao Chen's shocking sword.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang.

The overflowing energy rolled away.

The sword light and the purple mang's practice stalemate for a long time.

Finally, a cracking sound sounded, and the sword light swept by, heading towards Zhang Yuanfang.

"Poof!"

"Ahh

The sound of the blade entering the body was accompanied by a scream.

There was blood spilled in the sky.

"Lord Immortal, he won!"

"Great!"

"The new era has finally arrived!"

"Lord Qi Immortal, it is really unparalleled in the world!"

"Buddhism and Taoism, colluding, embarrassed, for the sake of martial arts, today, it is finally good and evil are rewarded. ”

The children of the poor family shouted one after another, and their eyes were full of ecstasy.

From now on, they will have the sky above their heads, and above their heads, there will be no more family sects.

No one can trample them down any more.

The disciples of the sect were all as dead as ashes, desperate and abnormal.

Their heavens have fallen.

At this moment, a question came out of the crowd.

"Why is Zhang Yuan dead, and this whirlpool continues to expand?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked towards the sky, only to see that behind the sword light that had not yet escaped, the dark cloud vortex was still getting bigger.

At the center of the whirlpool, the aura erupted, and a terrifying fluctuation that made people palpitate came from the other side of the whirlpool.

"Haha, Lu Zixiao! It seems that I won!"

A burst of laughter rang out.

The sword light in the sky escaped, and Zhang Yuanfang revealed his figure.

I saw that his face was pale, his left hand was broken, and the blood was soaring.

However, his eyes were full of ecstasy: "This sword, you failed to kill me, the one who died, it was you!"

"Hmph. ”

Lu Xiao snorted coldly, raised his hand, and was another sword.

The sword light shone brightly, turning into a monstrous sword ray, and swept towards Zhang Yuanfang.

Facing the monstrous sword that swept in, Zhang Yuan's eyes were full of sneers.

He looked up at the sky and knelt on his knees: "Please come to the world for the ancestors of the Heavenly Master, for my Huaxia, and kill this fang!"

As soon as the words fell, the monstrous sword rays were already surging.

At this moment, a monstrous coercion came from within the whirlpool.

"He Fangxiao is small, dare to hurt my Heavenly Master Daomen!"

As soon as the words fell, a purple aura swept from within the whirlpool.

"Boom!"

There was a sky-shattering roar, and the aftermath of the mighty energy swept away.

Even Zhang Yuanfang was swept away by more than ten feet.

The onlookers were even more unbearable, and many people hit their heads and bled out.

"What's going on?"

"Lord Qixian's sword, it seems that someone has blocked it?"

"This ...... How is this possible?"

"Could it be that this Heavenly Master Dao still has hole cards?"

"How can this be?"

The poor disciple got up from the ground, and looked up regardless of brushing the dust off his face.

Then, they were horrified to find that Zhang Yuan was standing in front of him, and at some point, there were three people.

One of them was an old man.

He was dressed in a moon-white robe, with a long beard over his chest, his beard and hair were white, and he held a handful like snow dust.

The surrounding immortal qi escaped, as if the immortals were coming to the world.

And beside him, stood two young men.

These two young men, all with handsome faces, dressed in white robes for hunting, looked extraordinarily dusty.

One of the young men took a step forward with a cold expression: "Kneel!"

(End of chapter)