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He Guzhu has made great progress recently, and his internal strength has directly broken through the bottleneck to the peak of martial artists.

In the brilliant sword light, the fierce and incomparable sword gang shot out, as if it could shatter everything.

However, the palm of the white-robed man kept getting bigger and bigger in the air, as if there was no end, covering the sky and the sun.

"This is the strength of the martial arts! It is really extremely powerful! Although it does not have the power of the martial arts master-level powerhouses of the Divine Dragon Continent, it is far above the strength of the masters!" Zhuang Yichen said secretly in his heart.

The ever-growing palm was actually a vision of the white-robed man's internal strength, somewhat similar to the effect of stimulating Dao techniques.

Nan Jingwu's beautiful eyes flashed, and with a coquettish sound, he drew his sword, and the fourteen states of the cold light of the sword struck blatantly.

In the face of a martial arts powerhouse, even if she and He Guzhu attack together, they must go all out to protect themselves.

The sword qi shot out, and the white-robed man sighed lightly, and his other hand was finally raised lightly.

The three powerhouses fought, and the disciples of the Qingjing Sect held their breath at this time. If he is defeated by Guzhu and Nan Jingwu, the Qingjing Sect may face the danger of annihilation.

"Bang!" and Guzhu's sword gang was actually pinched and exploded by that huge palm, and then the long sword in his hand shattered inch by inch, and his body was knocked away.

"Wow!" and Guzhu spurted blood in mid-air, already suffering a lot of injuries.

This is still because Nan Jingwu is restrained by the side, otherwise the result will be even worse!

"Poof!" Nan Jingwu's sword gang actually broke a hole in the palm of the white-robed man, and the white-robed man's face finally had a little more solemnity.

"Bang!" he struck Nan Jingwu's long sword with his fingers, and the latter immediately stepped back, taking a dozen steps back in succession before stopping his form.

"Half-step martial arts, Zhenguo swordsmanship! I didn't expect a small sect to have a character like you!" The white-robed man looked at Nan Jingwu with appreciative eyes, and said in a surprised tone.

"All disciples, retreat to Zhufeng!" He Guzhu got up from the ground at this time, and there was still a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth and ordered.

All the peaks are within the protection range of the Seven Evil Sword Formations, and once they are attacked, the Sword Formation will operate on its own to counterattack.

The white-robed man did not stop these disciples from leaving, in his eyes, these were all ants-like existences, and they had no qualifications worthy of attention at all.

As strong as Mu Qingrong, Yan Zhengcheng and other true disciples, they also wisely retreated at this time! In the face of an opponent who cannot be matched, save their useful bodies and wait for revenge in the future.

He Guzhu's figure stood in place, his eyes indifferently looking at the white-robed man in mid-air! The disciples could retreat, but he, the leader of the sect, could never retreat.

"For the girl's sake, this seat can open the net, forgive you for being rude before! Now return to this sect, the girl will become the wife of this seat, and today's matter will be over!"

"Qingjing Sect does not have the intention of hegemony, but it will not do anything to insult the ancestors!" and Guzhu's voice was sonorous, and there was no room for anything.

"I can't help myself!" the white-robed man smiled disdainfully, raised his finger and shot towards the disciples who were crushed under the ruins of the inner city.

"Senior Brother Wu!"

"Senior Sister Sun!" at this time, many disciples exclaimed, full of grief.

There is no doubt that this white-robed man wants to kill chickens and make an example of monkeys, and at the moment he is still far away from Guzhu, and Nan Jingwu does not dare to act rashly after his internal force is disordered after a hard fight.

No one can stop a martial powerhouse from killing people, especially the Qingjing Sect at this moment.

Of course, this is the cognition of all the disciples, and a figure flashed like a ghost at this time, drawing his sword and looking around.

"Bang bang!" Jian Gang kept hitting his finger gang, so fast that people couldn't see what was happening.

When everything was still, the figure stood in place, the long sword facing the white-robed man from afar, and the killing aura rushed straight to the sky.

"Senior Brother Mu!" The voice of surprise came from Zhufeng one after another, and the frightened disciples under the ruins also looked at him gratefully.

This feeling of being guarded by the sect has an incomparably huge impact on people's hearts.

"Little insect that doesn't know whether it's dead or alive!" The white-robed man was slightly annoyed, although the power of the finger gang he shot was not great, but it was not something that ordinary martial artists could stop.

"This guy is suspended in the sky, how can I pull him down?" Zhuang Yichen was also slightly distressed at this time.

The Seven Evil Sword Array inspired by his battle armor could exert the power of the first level of martial arts within thirty seconds.

In addition, after all his soul qi is converted into internal force, he can soar to the middle level of the martial artist, and he should also be able to achieve the effect of the first level of martial arts with a full blow.

If you add the flank attack with Guzhu and Nan Jingwu, maybe there is a real possibility of killing this person.

But the biggest problem now is that the other party is in the air, and if there is any trouble, they can escape immediately.

"It seems that if I don't use some means to come out today, you won't give up!" The white-robed man's face was murderous, and his momentum rose sharply.

"It's ridiculous that you, a toad, want to make my Qingjing Sect surrender. Zhuang Yichen suddenly said with great ridicule.

"Let's kill a little insect like you first!" The white-robed man's eyes suddenly stared at Zhuang Yichen, which contained extremely terrifying power.

"Mu Yichen, don't look at his eyes!" Nan Jingwu said with a worried look on her face. She is now in the realm of a half-step martial artist, and she already knows the power of the divine soul.

However, what made her heart palpitate was that Zhuang Yichen turned a deaf ear to her voice, as if he had become dull, and looked directly at the white-robed man.

"I want to see who can save you!" The white-robed man's voice was like thunder, mighty and loud.

Nan Jingwu gritted her teeth and once again tried her best to draw her sword and attack the white-robed man. The unpredictable sword shot out.

"Hmph, carving insect skills!" A ball of golden mangs suddenly appeared on the left and right of the white-robed man, and he came out of his hand to meet the sword gang of Nan Jingwu.

"Senior Brother Mu, be careful!"

"Don't look into his eyes......!

"Brother!" At this time, there were anxious cries from all the peaks of the Qingjing Sect!

"You want to use your divine thoughts to kill me! Isn't this looking for death?" Zhuang Yichen suddenly raised his head at this time, and the divine light in his eyes suddenly bloomed, moving people's hearts.

He also has ancestral know-how, and there is a Dao seed in the know-how, and he is only a beginner-level martial artist, and he dares to want to kill him with divine thoughts.

"Boom!" the two of them collided in mid-air, seemingly calm, but in each other's souls, it was like thunder on the ground.

Zhuang Yichen suddenly felt that the sky was shaking in his soul, and he was dizzy and wanted to vomit. Fortunately, there was a slight spin of the Dao seed, and it returned to normal in an instant.