Xuan Chang landed beside the purple-robed monk, and his huge figure tightly covered the bloodstained purple-robed monk.

Facing the Daoqing Pavilion Lord's fangs in anger, he roared incessantly.

It was the white-clothed monk in front of him who had hit his master hard, Xuan Chang and the purple-robed monk were in the same mood, so they could naturally feel the distress and anger of the purple-robed monk!

Today, he will die here!

One man and one beast were all furious, Xuan Chang prostrate his head, the purple-robed monk turned over, closely attached to Xuan Chang's mane, and Xuan Chang carried the purple-robed monk to hover into the air to drive the storm to roar.

The Daoqing Pavilion Lord frowned and clenched the long sword in his hand, not the slightest pride and pride in the purple-robed monk that was hit hard by the sword, and cautiously stared at the one man and one beast in the air.

The Beast Control Evil Cultivator is notorious, and several major states are more or less wary of his beast control methods.

His own strength was weak, and it was not worth mentioning at all among the vast Returning Origin Realm cultivators.

But the Xuan Chang under him was extremely powerful, and before he was subdued, he was also a beast king who shocked countless fierce beasts, and there was basically no defect except for weak spiritual intelligence.

Now the two are combined, and the military complements each other. Xuan often fights, and the purple-robed monk commands and interferes, and it is very difficult to win the two alone.

If he was in the woods and mountain streams now, the purple-robed monk could even control a small area of fierce beasts to make a disturbance or entangle the comer, and then the strength of the purple-robed monk would rise again, and it would be even more tricky.

Xuan Chang returned, and the purple-robed monk was full of evil, covering his shoulders and giving orders to the giant beast.

Xuan Chang roared wildly, the velvety black in the vertical pupils turned into a dark gold, and dense sigils appeared.

The ground under the feet of the Daoqing Pavilion Lord roared, and all the surrounding circles began to collapse under his feet, and in an instant, the neat Dao robe tore countless small scars, just like the appearance of porcelain before it shattered.

Xuan Chang has a line of true dragon blood, unpredictable, and his move is the suppression from the bloodline, which is far from the suppression of the ancient divine beasts, but with this move, he can also look down on a domain.

The main combat power of the Daoqing Pavilion was weakened by three points, and this seal was extremely obscure, and even a few seals could not be dispelled.

Xuan Chang bowed his head and flew away, and the blood basin came towards the Daoqing Pavilion Lord on the ground. The Daoqing Pavilion Lord held the sword scabbard and held it sideways in front of him, his face calm.

"Ten years, the boat is drunk and dreaming. ”

After reading a sentence, the sound of the long sword out of the sheath was crisp, and the bright glow was a hundred meters away!

It was no different from the first sword, and it rushed straight through Chang Xuan.

A sword intent is like a glass of spirit, the strong mellow fragrance is tempered into the sword, and the sword is endlessly memorable.

Xuan Chang's swooping action was sluggish, and he was shot back by this sword light.

A hideous wound appeared on Chang Xuan's body, and it was also bleeding nonstop.

"Beast, the old man's sword is still happy! ha. ”

The old man laughed loudly with his sword, and instead of retreating, he jumped up, and the white robe flew up.

The purple-robed monk was extremely distressed when he saw Chang Xuan's wound gushing with blood, and he couldn't help but be angry when he looked at the dashing figure of the Daoqing Pavilion Master.

"Kill him, kill him for me!"

Xuan Chang swung his tail and threw it fiercely towards the Daoqing Pavilion Master, and his body was amazing with the dark wind and rain.

The Daoqing Pavilion Lord raised his sword upward, not to be outdone.

"Bell!" The layers of scales are not weak, and the sword is not weak, and sparks burst out when they collide together.

Suddenly, the sword light flickered, the black shadow churned, dozens of knocks were heard, and the center of the fight was flooded with a surging storm.

In a duel, the old man lost a move.

The Daoqing Pavilion Lord was old after all, and he was defeated by Xuan Chang in his last move and retreated to the ground.

The purple-robed monk saw the opportunity and hurriedly harnessed Xuanchang to pursue, and the evil cultivators never talked about any gentleman's disputes.

The old man landed and gasped slightly, and his breath was a little disordered.

If you are a little younger, it will not be a problem to fight for a few hours.... But he is not as good as he was in his heyday.

Xuan Chang opened his huge mouth for the second time in a vain attempt to swallow the old man.

The old man raised his sword as if splashing water, and raised his sword.

"Lenten years, lonely smoke and thin horse"

This sword is extremely loud, without the drunkenness of the first sword, it is just the neighing of the remnant sun horse that suddenly appeared in front of him, which is poignant and awe-inspiring.

The second sword was even more powerful, and the ravine stretched for more than 100 meters.

This time, Xuan Chang and the purple-robed monk were directly blown out, scattering countless blood stains along the way.

The old man's sword was extremely expensive, and his chest was hot, and blood gushed from his mouth.

This is still the Daoqing Pavilion Lord who has been suppressed by thirty percent of his combat power, otherwise... It's not just about crashing.

The old man leaned on his sword and looked around with difficulty.

But apart from the howling winds and dense clouds, there was no sign of reinforcements at all.