A sword stood between two volts.

The rest of the wave was like a fresh breeze, and unceremoniously sent Ji Fa and Dong Fuqing off the stage.

A long and vicissitudes of life sighed, and a large group of cultivators who stepped on their swords and volleyed in the sky suddenly appeared, dressed simply and casually, with men and women, some old and some young.

At the front of the line, a tall man sits at the back of his sword and squints at the ground.

The most impressive thing is his thick sword eyebrows, coupled with his gaze like a torch, everywhere he looks seems to be ploughed by sword qi, and with the drink he just had, the long sword in the middle of the ring is held in his hand the next moment.

Dong Fu was swept away by this breeze, and suddenly sobered up a lot, he wouldn't know, and he didn't need to know, that breeze was deliberately helped by the sword-eyed man to stabilize his emotions.

Turned his head and took a deep look at Ji Fa, who was still Fu Xi's real body.

He was not surprised at all, he had heard it when he was in the Yi family's lecture hall: The Ji family didn't know why, and they didn't hunt thousands of clans to collect blood, and what they kept was still Fuxi blood, which was not thick and was getting thinner.

Now that I have seen Ji Fa's real body, it seems that this is really the case.

But he still looked at Ji Fa more, and his expression couldn't help but be complicated, the last time he saw this body was still in secret.

At that time, I was with the little princess of the Eastern Emperor, in front of the cabin, with the blind old man...... Although it was not a good memory, it was also the only time he really felt the "clan".

In other words, I don't know how the little girl is doing in the Xuanwu tribe now.

He looked at the person in the sky, and his eyes were sword cultivation.

Think about who it is, who is so bold as to do such a thing in the monastery, you must know that although the monastery is not empty, no matter the elders and disciples, in order to show respect for this place, they usually do not vacate it at will.

That's why this group of people is so eye-catching here.

However, in just an instant, the sky lit up with different colors of light, or the space was torn, and out of it stepped out of the big red robes with different words written on their backs.

or fairy bones, or enchanting, or raunchy, and so on, but they all have a common identity, that is, the elders of the monastery.

In less than ten breaths, there were nearly a hundred red-robed elders, all of whom came spontaneously, in order to see where this massive amount of sword qi came from, why they released their breath so recklessly, and why they did what no one dared to do for hundreds of thousands of years. 【... ichi Literature ...... Better, newer, faster]

But it's not that the teacher asks for guilt, they are old and fine, they have their own numbers in their hearts, and the comers are not good, and they don't want to be the first bird.

But there is no doubt as to whether it is friend or foe.

The Donghuang bell did not ring, which shows that they did not mean evil, and the large array of the monastery was from the hands of the first generation of Fuxi, which is the second largest array in the world.

Or, it's the first big array, if there is no array, even the late emperor can't force it in.

Therefore, the elders are now all old gods, looking at their noses and noses, their eyes slightly squinting as if they are pretending to sleep, or holding their hands or inserting their sleeves, as if they are the visitors, waiting leisurely for the lord's house to greet them, looking at the shelves are not small.

Killing the hospital, a stick of incense has passed.

Dong Fuzao

has returned to Yi Yao and Phoenix, and Ji Fa has also changed back into a human body.

It seems that his yellow robe is also a good treasure, both in his body and in Fuxi's real body, it fits perfectly, and there is no embarrassment of those demon clans.

But the aesthetics of the demon race seem to be very different from those of the human race, and even if it is looked at, it is not a big deal.

Survival is much more important than shame.

Those elders were still standing, without the slightest impatience, and it was obvious that they were all very good at cultivating qi.

But the disciples in the audience were indeed completely dumbfounded......

"Let me go, let me teach these convents a lesson, they've been here for so long, they haven't even gotten a cup of tea, and they've been put on such a big shelf. ”

One of the two brothers standing in the front grabbed the arm of the sword-eyed man, held him up, and kept saying something in his mouth, as if to persuade him, but the sword-eyed man was a short-tempered man, unrelenting, and kept trying to break free from the two and pull out the sword on his back.

The three of them were deadlocked, and the elders on the ground were happy to watch the play and did not panic at all.

But some people are not only unfazed, but also welcoming.

The three people in the sky frowned at the same time, and they wanted to withdraw their hands for the first time, but it was still too late, and the four men who were also ordinary as passers-by had already separated from each other.

The four of them were dressed in black power suits, their faces were indifferent, and a black and red blood mist was shrouded around them, and they were all holding a small skull flag with a red background.

The moment they appeared, the four flags bloomed into blood-colored flowers, extremely charming, the flowers were bifurcated by blood vessels, and the red blood lines of unusual thickness were hooked, just like thousands of demon flowers bloomed on the four blood trees.

It's beautiful, but it's also dangerous.

"Beasts, condensing these 10,000 manjushavas has slaughtered hundreds of thousands of lives!"

The sword-eyebrow man's blood was swelling, and his unrestrained right hand slowly stretched out to his back, holding the simple and atmospheric sword hilt, Wuhua sword handle, only a simple sketch outlined a Fuxi, that Fuxi sword, eyebrows like a sword, and the person who is holding the sword now has six or seven points of resemblance.

Outsiders may not be able to see that when the man with sword eyebrows drew his sword, Fu Xi on the hilt of the sword also picked up the sword he was holding, and he also held the hilt of the sword and slowly pulled it out.

The sword is three feet, and the sun is cold, and it seems that it will be injured by the sharpness just by a glance.

When the sword was unsheathed, the sky was once again dark, the clouds were completely suppressed, and the fierce wind of the hunt blew from the clouds to the ground, and blew on the faces of the people, and the petals of the multicolored Manjushava swayed in the wind, as if mockery, and also seemed to be the wailing of the soul within.

The tip of the sword was completely unsheathed, and the wisps of sword qi that were inadvertently emitted made the two people next to them feel uncomfortable, and they realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly turned the sword momentum to prevent the man from taking out the sword, but the sword could not be stopped.

The two of them Sword Sect cultivators couldn't stop it, and the emperor-level killing array formed by this Manshu Shahua couldn't resist the edge, and even when the sword light broke through the formation, everything seemed to remain as it was, and it didn't burst until everything was over.

Because the two flags on the correction side of the three swords had an extra thin line that should not have been, and the Emperor of the Killing Courtyard who presided over these two array flags also seemed to have been cut off by his chest, and the two of them did not say anything

Outsiders simply don't know what's going on.

Perhaps, they themselves would not know, let alone make a sound, the sword qi penetrated through the two of them and then fell to the large number of elders behind, and the momentum was still menacing.

Several Xuanwu Emperors stepped forward with their heavy black tortoise shells, and some Terran Emperors threw out the array plates, and the rest took out their natal emperor treasures, ready to hit the hard and hard at any time.

But this sword aura did not arrive as they expected.

Because, a short and lean man quietly appeared in front of the emperors like a ghost, and no one noticed that even if it was so close, he just appeared under the path of the sword qi without warning, and used a pure black dagger to pick the sword qi.

With a ding, the short dagger suddenly lost its black color and changed back to its original appearance, no different from an ordinary dagger, but since it could block the sword qi that cut off the emperor-level array flag, it was absolutely extraordinary.

It was the Emperor Array that collapsed first, and then the Sword Qi.

How could the formation that had lost half of its foundation be able to restrain the surging momentum of the three Sword Dao Emperors, but it was only rushed away by the vast sword domain in an instant, and the elders in the audience realized the seriousness of the problem, and hurriedly used means to protect the more than 10,000 foundation building disciples in the audience.

"What a sharp sword, first broke the rules of my killing courtyard, and then killed my people, my killing courtyard and your Liangzi today are concluded!"

A cold voice spit out from the mouth of a short, dark and thin man, like a powerful ghost under the Nine Shadows, which sounded particularly terrifying, making Dong Fu's scalp tingle, he couldn't understand why the scene suddenly got out of control, and why the killing of the elder would suddenly erupt.

The big red robes were palpitating and dead!

The two killers died?

The monastery actually had an emperor destroyed by a sword in his own territory?

The last time this kind of thing happened was when the era was changed and Fuxi was destroyed, but Fuxi, as the owner, was gone, and the monastery still blocked the siege of all races, and still stood in the fertile soil of the Eastern Regions as a neutral force, so far for thousands of years, I have never heard of anyone daring to do this in the monastery.

You must know that the monastery eats ten thousand family meals, and the disciples are from all ethnic groups regardless of whether they are high or low.

Correspondingly, if you become the enemy of the monastery, there will be a lot of people who are willing to come forward, and what you just said is tantamount to a wanted notice, announcing the attitude of killing the monastery, and also indirectly expressing part of the attitude of the monastery.

The reason why I say it is partial, on the one hand, is because it was the dean of the Killing House who said that, and it was weighty enough, and on the other hand, because the person who was really in charge came.

A middle-aged Confucian man dressed in a blue scarf was in a hurry, and when he saw the four unblinded bodies in a pool of blood on the ground, as well as the broken flag that had been left behind, combined with the people from the sky, he had roughly deduced what had happened.

He looked at the thin man, that is, the dean of the killing courtyard who had a few elders on board, his eyes were complicated, and he desperately wanted to avoid his Yin Ruyu's cannibalistic gaze, but he still looked at him after all, and his gaze changed from sloppy to firm.

He Zhu Wenqu has set up his heart for heaven and earth all his life, established his life for the people, continued his studies for the saints, and opened peace for everything.

I think I have a clear conscience.

Although if he was just present, the group of thorns of the Sword Sect would not be able to provoke trouble, but it was really helpless if he was not present, he had to know that he had an appointment with someone first, even if that person gave up the perfect opportunity for some reason, but he still had to clean up the mess for him in that secret realm that had not been opened for millions of years, who called that person This opportunity came from the ancient ancestors, and it was destined to be fulfilled only after his own time, and he could be regarded as a favor and made up for a thought of his ancestors.

But because of this, he was a step late, if he came early, not to mention that he could remind the two of them to be careful of that sword, and even he could take the sword qi that was almost impossible to catch up with at the cost.

Of course, it is even more impossible for Zhu Wenqu to know that the Sword Sect will come today, although every time the world changes greatly, the Sword Sect will come when the two worlds of yin and yang merge, but they have never said hello.

However, they also have the formation of the monastery and the courtyard, and the monastery is undoubtedly their own backyard for them, they can come and leave if they want.

This made the abbots of the monastery very troublesome, but there was nothing they could do.

After all, the side of the couch does not allow others to snore, but in the troubled times of the alternation of epochs, it is not much to take care of, the monastery had to give the same camp of the Sword Sect Formation Talisman, and thanks to the group of swordsmen who calmly went to their lives and dared to play with their lives, the monastery was retained, otherwise the stronger Fuxi ancestral land could be broken, and the monastery was naturally not spared.

But now it seems that the past has been broken, and Zhu Wenqu has made a decision in his heart.

(End of chapter)