abandoned the self-title of 'old man'.

The position of 'hostile' has been abandoned.

Even the Zhou family's treasure house can be used as bargaining chips at will.

Zhou Xinyan's roared words completely overshadowed the majesty that the previous fire talisman had built for him, and also overshadowed the perseverance he had erected after many days of hard work.

It turns out that he will also compromise.

It turns out that he will also ask for help, make peace, and beg for mercy.

And it is also against an outsider whose cultivation is not necessarily very high, and a defeated general who once only had a head in his hands.

This surprised many Jindan monks present, and at the same time, they finally paid attention to the person who had been avoiding from the beginning.

"Die!"

Friday's whip was originally drawn towards Mo Ye after it completely brushed off with Zhou Xinyan, like a plot written in the script a long time ago, this whip was like a natural one.

Everything that Zhou Xinyan has already calculated, this troubled water has to be tripped, and it has to be tripped.

"Look for death. ”

The whip shadow was already pressed on the top of Mo Ye's head, and a cold light appeared in his eyes, and he raised his hand and raised his sword to slash towards the whip.

Zhou Lao Wu's whip was originally calculated to be called on Zhou Xinyan, and from the moment he made the move, he was doing it with all his might, and Mo Xie naturally didn't know this.

If you want to stop or even cut this whip, you have to use some real kung fu, but Mo Xie is not ready to use the level of the 'Concussion Sword'.

Zhou Xinyan was right next to him, exposing the mystery of pressing the bottom of the box to an enemy who was stronger than himself in the realm, no less than stretching his neck under the opponent's sharp blade.

A fire talisman and a sentence directly included everyone present in his calculations.

People grow old and become fine, this sentence is not false at all.

Most of Mo Ye's 'looking for death' was said to Zhou Xinyan.

With murderous intent, the power of the 'Ruthless Sword' suddenly rose several levels.

The autumn wind is ruthless, and the heaven and earth are killed!

Mo Xie swung his sword like a gust of wind.

A wind made of hundreds of sword qi!

"Smack!"

Mo Xie's sword did not make substantial contact with Zhou Lao Wu's whip, because before that, the whip that Zhou Lao Wu swung with all his strength was blown away by the 'wind' and turned into wisps of fibers that were thrown high.

It was as if Zhou Lao Wu's whip was not a spirit soldier, but a counterfeit and shoddy product made by a black workshop.

"Poof!"

The whip was shattered, and Zhou Lao Wu spurted out a mouthful of reverse blood directly, but before his blood left his lips five centimeters, his vision began to turn upside down.

His head was held up by the wind like a balloon.

Before Zhou Laowu's hearing had completely disappeared, he heard a belated commentary.

"Sword Twenty!"

Mo Xie brushed away the blood stains that had not been stained on the Huolin Sword, and his expression was indifferent.

As his voice fell, countless bloodshots appeared on Zhou Lao Wu's sturdy body, which slowly collapsed into flesh under the gaze of everyone.

A sword like the wind!

Wind like a sword!

Many Jindan monks have never seen such a wind, nor have they seen such a sword, they are true cultivators, and they are cultivating true yuan and aura, not true qi and sword qi. They were shocked by Zhou Lao Wu's death.

Spike!

In the face of the full force of Zhou Lao Wu, whose strength was comparable to that of Jindan, he only made one move and killed it in seconds!

Whip people to death, and there are no dead bodies.

"Plop!"

Zhou Lao Wu's head smashed on the ground, and it also smashed into the hearts of everyone in the field.

"Be careful! Mo Xie is a martial cultivator! Don't give him a chance to fight in close combat!"

Zhou Qiyuan shouted, the fan in his hand was still facing Zhou Xinyan.

He knew who the most important person should be eliminated at this time, but he didn't know if his teammates knew, so he yelled in his busy schedule:

"Seventh, eighth, help me, cut off that old miscellaneous hair first!"

Zhou Qiyuan only had Zhou Xinyan in his eyes, and his overly focused goals and attention had reduced his IQ by several percentage points in other matters, so that even Mo Ye realized Zhou Xinyan's calculations but Zhou Qiyuan didn't.

Smart people and weirdos are not as good as stupid people at some point.

The sea of fire and the wind had already touched the corners of Zhou Xinyan's clothes, and he swept everything in the field with his afterglow:

There were only nine of the ten Jin Dan who came in at the moment, and six of these nine people had now turned towards Mo Ye.

He smiled.

"Ginger is still old and spicy in the end. ”

He praised himself.

can throw away most of the pressure that was originally focused on himself in one sentence, he is indeed a strong strategist.

"Lead!"

In the short gap created by Zhou Lao Wu's death, the shock of the monks, and then the turn of fire, Zhou Xinyan had already smoothed out the disordered spiritual power in his body a little, and then issued another one-word magic trick.

He spit out the word 'royal' before, which is a direct way to construct a shield with spiritual power, which is the technique of the imperial spirit. At this moment, he spit out a 'citation' word, which was originally a monk's method of invoking the dharma, guiding yin and yang, and absorbing qi into the body, how would he use this 'introduction' word to get out of Zhou Qiyuan's hands?

The answer came from the cyan rays of light in the Great Array.

Under Zhou Xinyan's word 'introduction', the lights did not move, it was Zhou Xinyan himself who moved.

There is a saying that says, "I can't let the mountains come to me, but I can go to the mountains."

Zhou Xinyan, who had not yet landed in the air, fell towards the ground as if he had gained dozens of times the acceleration of the magic trick at the moment when the magic trick took effect, and he was smashed out of a large pit several meters deep on the ground only to hear the sound of 'pounds', and the flames and winds swept across the ground but did not intrude into the bottom of the pit.

Zhou Xinyan got out again, but that 'pound' was linked to his current physical condition, and everyone present felt that Zhou Xinyan's half life was gone.

It's not ruthless to others, it's really ruthless to yourself.

He was originally a ruthless person, and it was precisely because he deeply understood this that Zhou Qiyuan had to put him to death.

"Shock!"

Zhou Xinyan's realm completely abused Zhou Qiyuan, but Zhou Qiyuan was also a monk in the late stage of Jindan, seeing that Zhou Xinyan avoided his offensive with such self-harming means, in order to prevent Zhou Xinyan from breaking the jar and casting a more self-harming 'blood escape' type running spell, Zhou Qiyuan closed the folding fan and then held it in his hand, and the whole person fell to the ground at a very fast speed.

He stabbed the folding fan into the ground like a short knife with one hand, and scattered hundreds of dark blue orbs with the other, and spat out a byte in his mouth.

Countless cracks spread out like a spider's web in the center of the circle where the folding fan pierced, and the earth began to tremble violently.

The orbs fell to the ground and turned into dark blue water, and the amount of each orb turned into a hundred and ten cubic meters.

"Zhou Qiyuan, you're crazy!"

Seeing this, several of the other Jindan monks cried out, and they quickly left the ground and flew towards the heights.