Above the sky, Gu Tianyi held a sword and fought with the two great ancestors of the Purple Pole Sect, Ziyin and Ziyun.

Although the sword is sharp, its movements are becoming more and more sluggish, and some of its strength is inadequate.

Ziyun Zhenren's methods are ruthless, and the target of every shot is Gu Ling'er, and Gu Tianyi has added a lot of wounds to her body in order to protect her.

"Brother Tianyi, you let go of Ling'er, Ling'er don't drag Brother Tianyi down. Gu Linger cried.

Gu Tianyi glared at her, and said in a stiff tone: "Shut up, Ling'er, have you forgotten what I said, if you are in danger, the first to die must be my brother!"

"Oh, if you want to be a hero when you die, then the old man will fulfill you!"

"The second supernatural power, the unity of man and sword!"

The whole person fused with the sword gang, and the strong horizontal cultivation of the half-step martial king exploded, and he cut it off with one sword, directly taking Gu Tianyi's head.

At this moment, Gu Tianyi was already at the end of the strong crossbow, and the power of the soul of the Qingying Sword Immortal was also very little, and he was powerless to resist in the face of Ziyun Zhenren's sword.

When he was about to accept reality, a bright starlight flashed in front of him, containing an incomparably powerful sword intent. Although this sword intent is not as subtle as the one cast by the Qingying Sword Immortal, it is full of power, and it will break the second divine power of Ziyun Zhenren with one sword.

The sword was scattered, and Ziyun Zhenren staggered and flew out, spurting out a mouthful of blood again.

He looked around in horror, only to see a star falling from the sky and descending beside Gu Tianyi.

"Two old immortals, don't have a little face, join forces to bully my disciples, is it really that I have no one in Baicao Garden?"

Before the starlight dissipated, there was a sound like thunder on the flat ground.

"The Martial King is strong. The voice of the Green Immortal Sword Immortal sounded in the depths of Gu Tianyi's consciousness.

After that, there was no movement.

The power of his divine soul was almost exhausted in this battle, and if he didn't find more medicine to nourish his divine soul as soon as possible, the consciousness of the Qing Ying Sword Immortal would probably dissipate forever.

The starlight dissipated, and Mu Lao's figure emerged.

This crazy old man, who is not good-looking, has burst out with the momentum of a peerless powerhouse at this moment. Compared with him, Ziyun Zhenren and Ziyin Zhenren are like stars that are brighter than the moon, and streams that are better than the sea.

This is the gap between the half-step Martial King and the real Martial King.

Mu Lao, one of the eight powerhouses of the Qing Netherworld.

"Master!" Gu Tianyi looked at Mu Lao with a tired face, revealing a very reluctant smile.

"You kid, you can endure the suffering, why don't you wait for the master to come out?" Although Mu Lao pretended to be serious, there was a doting in his eyes that could not be concealed.

Gu Tianyi smiled awkwardly.

Not far away, Jun Ming Heavenly Master and Gu Yunfeng arrived.

Mu Lao glanced at the two of them and said solemnly: "Take care of Tianyi, I'll solve the situation here." ”

"Yes!" Gu Yunfeng and Jun Ming Heavenly Master arched.

Gu Tianyi and Gu Ling'er got on Gu Yunfeng's flying sword, but Gu Tianyi didn't mean to let go, and under the gaze of the two, he still hugged Gu Ling'er tightly.

In this way, Gu Linger blushed with shame, and it was difficult to break free, so he could only lower his head and hide his little head in his arms.

On the other side, Mu Lao stood in the air and walked towards Ziyun Zhenren and Ziyin Zhenren.

The two Purple Pole Sect ancestors glanced at each other, and invariably saluted Mu Lao.

In terms of seniority, Mu Lao is still above them.

Seeing Mu Lao's cold gaze, Ziyun Zhenren's face turned pale, and he said tremblingly: "Mu Lao, I didn't know that this young man was your disciple, otherwise he would definitely not be an enemy of him." ”

"Mu Lao, there must be a misunderstanding in this, please ask Mu Lao Rong for us to investigate and give your disciple justice. "Ziyin is really humane.

"Misunderstanding? It's okay to deceive those juniors, but the old man doesn't believe your nonsense, he only believes what he sees with his own eyes. ”

"As for justice, if no one offends me, I will not offend anyone. Killing my disciples is like killing me, and those who kill me will be slaughtered with my own hands, and this is my justice!"

Mu Lao's momentum was like a rainbow, and his voice was as bright as Huang Zhong Dalu, which exploded in the ears of the two of them. The killing intent in his eyes made people frightened.

Seeing the cold murderous aura in Mu Lao's eyes, it blended with the earth-shattering sword intent, which was very pure. Ziyun Zhenren's body trembled like chaff, sweat was like rain, and the majesty of the past was completely gone.

The more people who stand at the top, the more afraid they are of death, and this is the case with Ziyun Zhenren.

At this moment, the fear in his heart made his brain blank, all of this was between lightning and flint, he harnessed the spirit treasure, turned around and ran away.

The direction he went to was the core of the Purple Pole Sect, the Purple Pole Sword Blade.

Mu Lao's eyes narrowed, and the simple long sword in his hand was not unsheathed, but he raised his hand and waved it gently, tearing out a brilliant sword. Jian Gang is like a galaxy falling above the nine heavens. Even if the sun is bright at this moment, it is obscured by the starlight.

Under the sword gang, the Ziyun real person who was thousands of zhang away let out a miserable scream, and under this brilliant sword gang, it exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

When the people present reacted, Ziyun Zhenren, one of the three great ancestors of the Purple Pole Sect, was already dead!

Dead cleanly, with no bones left.

And Mu Lao, who killed him, maintained a calm expression from beginning to end, as if he had just done something very ordinary.

On the side, Ziyin Zhenren's face was cloudy, he looked at Mu Lao with a strange expression, and said in a stiff tone: "Mu Lao, what do you mean by this, break into my Purple Pole Sect and kill the Purple Pole Sect Ancestor." Even if you are one of the eight powerhouses of the Blue Netherworld, don't you think it's too much to do this?"

Mu Lao's cold gaze fell on Ziyin Zhenren, making him tremble.

"I just shot at my disciple, and it seems that you also have a share. Mu Lao said coldly.

"He killed my Purple Pole Sect's five great heavenly masters and dozens of Martial Sect powerhouses, and he spoke disrespectfully to Lingwei Patriarch, I just want to arrest him and bring him back to the Purple Pole Sword Blade to be handed over to the sect master. Ziyin Zhenren said stiffly.

In the previous battle, he really didn't have any murderous intent, and his shots were also severe. Otherwise, at the end of the strong crossbow of the Qing Ying Sword Immortal, it would not be able to support Mu Lao's arrival at all.

Mu Lao also saw this.

Therefore, he did not take action against Ziyin Zhenren.

"I don't care what happened, if my disciple has three longs and two shorts, the old man will definitely let tens of thousands of people up and down the Purple Pole Sect bury him!" Mu Lao snorted coldly and put his sword back into its sheath.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Ziyin Zhenren took a step forward and stopped in front of Mu Lao.

"What, you're going to stop me?" Mu Lao raised his eyebrows.

"I know that I am not the opponent of my predecessors, but if you kill the ancestor of my Purple Pole Sect, you are bound to give an explanation to my sect. Otherwise, even if you know that you are invincible, you have to stop it!"

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

Rumble!

The powerful coercion of the Martial King realm dispersed, and Ziyin Zhenren was taken aback and hurriedly retreated.

Before he could stabilize his body, he only felt an afterimage pass by, like a dragon.

Dacheng's Seven-Star Dragon Step, which was exerted to the extreme in Mu Lao's hands, instantly appeared behind Ziyin Zhenren.

"Tiangang Purple Ape, now!"

In the face of the strong man of the Martial King, Ziyin Zhenren did not dare to hold it up, and directly released his martial soul.

It was a violent purple ape, more than a dozen feet in size, standing above the sky.

Holding a densely patterned stick in his hand, the appearance is somewhat similar to the one in Ziyin's real person's hand.

A stick fell, exuding a terrifying power that shook the heavens and the earth.

"Two, stop, everything is a misunderstanding!"

At this moment, a person in the distance hurriedly arrived and shouted at the two.