The sky often roars, thunder and lightning surge above the sky, and the wind and rain scatter on the earth.

Meng Jin, the common man who guarded the southern city, fell to the ground, and the protective qi around his body was shattered and dispersed with the dim fast front, and he didn't hear any movement even if his body was wet with rain, Meng Jin's life was at stake!

The purple-robed monk stepped forward to finish Meng Jin, and the hideous long whip was raised high, and this whip would kill Meng Jin, and it was extremely miserable and there were no bones left.

Providence makes people, it may be that Meng Jin's life should not be extinguished.

At the last moment, there was a roar in the air, Chang Xuan let out a cryical wail, and then a flawed white shuttle shaped like lightning broke through the sky, accompanied by the empty crane lingering between the sky and the earth, dispersing a dark cloud, and the sun appeared and hung on his body.

The purple-robed monk narrowed his eyes, trying to discern who was coming.

"Evil mystery, you are so bold!"

The old man on the crane was furious, and his wide coat fluttered in the wind.

"Yo, Daoqing Pavilion Master, I didn't expect to come so quickly, but ...... Even if the continent lord comes today, don't try to stop me!"

The two confronted each other in the air, and they didn't dare to be careless at all.

The realm of the Daoqing Pavilion Lord and the purple-robed monk is similar, and it is difficult to distinguish between the upper and lower sides in the fight, not to mention that now Chang Xuandu is unable to withdraw from the battle, and the purple-robed monk has little chance of winning on his own.

And the old man is also a little afraid, although he is not afraid of the purple-robed monk, but if he really wants to fight, the purple-robed monk will fight to the death, and the old man will naturally not be able to hold back.

What's more, the lives of thousands of people in Nancheng are close at hand, and the two of them going all out to fight will definitely make the lives in this area miserable, and the consequences are not much better than the blood sacrifice of the creatures.

But then again, the purple-robed monk, as a demon cultivator, can be regarded as a very vicious person, there are countless murders and arsons, and his sins are unforgivable, and if he is allowed to escape today, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The old man had no way to take the purple-robed monk for a while, and tried to mediate him and wait for others to come and break the situation.

But the time is not waiting, the purple-robed monk can naturally see the old man's thoughts, so it is becoming more and more rampant, and he is ready to attract Lei Zheng to Chang Xuan's extradition in front of the old man.

At this moment, the old man was keenly aware of a hint of strangeness, and then smiled with relief and slowly took down a long sword from his back.

"You have to think about it... If you can't kill me, I will definitely find you in the Daoqing Pavilion in the future, so that there will be no peace in your Pavilion!

Before he finished speaking, a voice came from behind that interrupted the purple-robed monk.

"Die!" An angry shout came from behind the purple-robed monk, and then a long and bright knife pierced the purple-robed monk's body, and the blood on half of the knife dripped and mixed with the rain.

The purple-robed monk looked down in disbelief at the half-cut blade in front of him.

That seriously injured Meng Jin actually faked his death, and he was still able to shoot a knife after receiving a blow from a monk from the Returning Source Realm!

The purple-robed monk's face turned pale under his mask, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Meng Jin made a successful move, drew his knife and retreated sharply, without the slightest drag.

Even so, when Meng Jin stood firm, his body trembled like chaff, and his vomiting blood in his mouth hurt greatly.

The old man in front of him held a sword in one hand and the hilt of the sword in the other.

The white-haired Xiao Xiao and the equally white robe became the most eye-catching scenery, standing in the dark eyes of the purple-robed monk.

The sword is not out of the sheath, and the momentum is like a rainbow, and the spring breeze lingers around the scabbard.

At this moment, it seemed that countless knots had dissipated with the spring breeze, which was incomparably refreshing, and a sound broke through the ups and downs.

Before the sword arrives, the sound comes first!

The next moment, a white thread flashed across the purple-robed monk's shoulder.

Immediately afterward, the white light passed through the purple-robed monk's shoulder, leaving a glow and flying into the infinite sky.

That sword was extremely bright, and everywhere it went, the plants and trees were annihilated and turned into flying ashes, and even the soil sand and stones were turned into powder and floated away.

A sword dispersed, and a hundred-meter ravine appeared after the purple-robed monk was born, which was enough to be as deep as a person!

There was a crisp click, and the purple-robed monk's half-arm robe fell to the ground, and an arm was wrapped in the robe.

Blood gushed out from the purple-robed monk and splashed in the rain.

"Ah!" the purple-robed monk screamed and covered his shoulders and retreated, and finally sat down on the ground, the rain and cement stained his robe, and there was no longer the majesty of just now.

"Chang Xuan, come down and save me!"

The purple-robed monk called out to the giant beasts hovering in the sky, and if there was any room left at this time, there would really be no place to die!

The purple-robed monk couldn't imagine that the power of the old man's sword could reach such a level.

If he had swung a sword at his neck just now, I am afraid that he would have been in a different place by now, and he would have died!

Chang Xuan sensed that his master was in danger in the sky, and swooped down without hesitation, giving up the opportunity of the thunder tribulation.