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As soon as the green sword came out, the majestic and fierce sword momentum instantly attracted the admiration of Renzhong Zhenjun!

At this time, Ren and Zhenren, with long hair fluttering, clothes grinning, he was like a sharp sword, standing straight up, and the fighting spirit swept the heavens and the earth.

Even Zhang Qianguo, who was in the Dan stage, was obviously frightened by the momentum in front of him.

Zhang Qianguo secretly Daoren and Zhenren are really warlike and crazy people, and their sword is really extraordinary.

Swept by such a domineering catharsis of war intent, the people with almost the strength had already fallen directly to the ground with weak feet, and even more so were swept by the sword intent and the people who were not strong-willed fainted.

Renzhong Zhenjun's face was expressionless, and the dust suddenly extended and shook over.

"Bell, bell, bell—"

A series of dense cacophonies reverberated all around.

The misty and delicate sword rays stabbed by Renhe Zhenjun were swept away by Renzhong Zhenjun and shattered without a trace.

Jiang Chanji's face turned pale and was supported by Zhang Qianguo and stood behind Renzhong Zhenjun.

A sweet and greasy fishy feeling was about to rise in Renhe's throat, but he was deeply suppressed.

He absorbed the aura from the formation for his own use, forcibly widened the meridians, and improved his cultivation, and he suffered the power of the impact of the spell to rebound.

Ren and Majin frowned, even if it was only for a while, he had to do his best!

I saw Ren and Zhenren tiptoe on the ground, and the whole person disappeared.

Jiang Chanji and Zhang Qianguo's heartstrings tightened again, and they were careful to take precautions, for fear that the sudden appearance of Ren and Zhenren would suddenly point a sword at them.

The next moment, Ren and Zhenren appeared in the air above Renzhong Zhenjun's head, the human sword was one, and thousands of sword shadows followed like shadows, shooting straight down like sharp arrows, and the sword swept through the air and made a sharp whistling sound.

Bo Xueji suddenly changed the song, picked up the strings, the trills fluttered, and the high-spirited fighting spirit condensed into a water wave-like energy pattern with the sound waves, spreading towards Ren and Zhenren, stimulating his greatest fighting intent.

When the army was in full swing, Renzhong Zhenjun frowned, and with the fierce sword momentum, his right leg was forced to take a step back, and the whole person was instantly enveloped by a cloud of green light, which was his protective cover.

The dust in his hand is sacrificed, and then he shows his might.

The dust, as white as snow, suddenly glowed with golden light, and the roots extended into a spherical bag, colliding violently with the sword of Ren and Jinjin.

"Bell—"

Then the dust exploded again, "Sh-sh-"

One by one, they stretched out again, like swords, and seemed to be very familiar with the sword momentum of Ren and Zhenren, and easily broke through the sword momentum of Ren and Zhenren, winding, shrinking, twisting, and turning into thousands of sharp arrows towards Ren and Zhenren's body.

Under the guidance of Bo Xueji, the neon feather fan led him to retreat as quickly as possible, but the dust threads were like snakes, pressing forward step by step.

"Where to go-" Renzhong Zhenjun's words condensed the power of the Yuan Infant Stage, causing a huge impact on the minds of Renhe Zhenren and Bo Xueji.

Renhe Zhenren and Bo Xueji just took a breath, and then they heard the sound of "snort-", but it was the sound of the dust breaking through the defense line set by Bo Xueji and passing through the flesh of Renhe Zhenren's penetrating body.

Almost at the same time, with a "poof-" sound, Bo Xueji spurted out a mouthful of blood, her face was snow-white, and she almost fell, Renzhong Zhenjun's Genshin attack had a huge impact on her.

The formation formed by the disciples of Xingjian Peak also collapsed in this Yuan Shen attack, and they collapsed to the ground one after another.

"It's a pity, it's a pity! If you are a cultivator in the Yuan Infant Stage, maybe you are still qualified to fight with this monarch! You are in the Dan Stage after all!" Renzhong Zhenjun said in a condescending tone, with a trace of disdain and pity in his eyes.

The people's benevolence and real people were high-spirited, and their combat skills were amazing, but they couldn't withstand the huge cultivation communication between the Yudan period and the Yuan infant stage.

Jiang Chanji's face was overjoyed, and she almost cheered, Daddy, she finally became it, haha, Daddy will be the owner of Xingjian Peak in the future.

Renhe Zhenren let out an unwilling roar, his eyes became red, and he used all his strength to break the sky with a sword that didn't hurt Renzhong Zhenjun in the slightest!

His body was pierced by thousands of dusty threads, and he was carried higher into the air, and he was firmly fixed in the air.

"Renzhong, you have the ability to kill me!" Renhe Zhenren's face was slightly hideous, venting his anger.

This is an insult to him, and the bloody fact Xuan Ren Zhong Zhenjun Chiguo slaps Xingjian Peak in the face.

If benevolence and righteousness are true and unhindered, how dare he be a true monarch in benevolence?

"Renhe, junior brother, what kind of system is it to fight and kill?" Renzhong Zhenjun breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the situation had been decided.

"Daddy, it's better to let Ren and Uncle Ren go, this looks weird and ugly. Seeing that the whole situation was under his father's control, Jiang Chanji generously interceded for Ren and Zhenren, wanting to fall early with the bearing of the daughter of the master of Xingjian Peak.

Bo Xueji clenched her fists tightly, a pair of hypocritical father and daughter.

"That's it, Benjun is generous, I won't hold you accountable for Renhe's sin of hurting Benjun!" Renzhong Zhenjun thought about it, and finally showed a benevolent and generous face, and the dust was instantly shortened and recycled.

"Renzhong, do you still want a face?" Renhe Zhenren said weakly, his face full of sarcasm.

"Phew-" Xiao Jingjing also disdained the true monarch in Renzhong, and his voice was full of fishy smell.

Zhang Qianguo thought of something and frowned slightly.

"Hui-" Renzhong Zhenjun frowned slightly, he didn't even look at these little people, but he responded to his daughter's words and recalled the dust.

He didn't want to see Ren and Zhenren look so embarrassed in front of everyone, Ren and Zhenren were also his junior disciples who grew up with him, and as a victor, he didn't mind giving some kindness.

It's just that Ren and Zhenren slandered his reputation and blew his face, and he didn't want to forget it.

"Renhe, ask for more blessings!" Renzhong Zhenjun said in his heart.

The dust silk retreated from Ren and Zhenren's body, and also passed through the flesh, but Renzhong Zhenjun collected the dust but did not collect the potential, qi and killing intent carried in the dust silk.

The blood was raging, and Ren and Zhenren were in pain all over his body, and his face was full of pain, but he endured it and didn't let out any cries of pain.

It's just that without the support of the dust silk and the blessing of the thin snow and the feather fan, Renhe Zhenren's body fell straight down without support.

Bo Xueji's heart cracked, and she roared: "Don't-"

She tried to stand up and ran to catch her uncle, but she couldn't stand up.

"Uncle Renhe—"

The disciples of Xingjian Peak shouted one after another, anxious, sad and angry.

Fu Yunyao happened to see this scene, her eyes immediately turned red, and her killing intent suddenly rose.

A blue figure caught the falling Ren and Zhenren like a streamline, and carried him to the ground steadily.

Waiting for people to see the person who has landed, but it is not Fu Yunyao, so who is it?

Ren and Zhenren opened their eyes weakly, and saw that the eyes of the person who came suddenly lit up.

His hair turned white in an instant, and he looked at Fu Yunyao fixedly, his expression was complicated, and he only said one word in the end.

"Let's—"

Ren and Zhenren's eyes were full of joy, pity, worry, unwillingness, and expectation! He fainted after saying this word with the last of his strength.

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