This discovery shocked Cheng Xuan, what kind of person is he? The Elder of the Temple, the late stage of the Holy Rank, the people who walk in the world, it can be said that there are few people who are stronger than him and can't even perceive their mental power, could it be that this person is one of those few? But Fang Cai's sword intent is so weak, and the level of the magic weapon does not match the identity and strength of those people, so it is not the right number. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Seeing Cheng Xuan's face change, Dark Mo Zheng looked at the Xuanbing Spirit who was struggling like a trapped beast not far away, and his face showed a sudden look, and he bowed to Cheng Xuan and let out a sycophantic smile.

Then he knew that he was nothing in the eyes of the other party, but he didn't have the courage to talk to him, and when he turned around, Dark Mozheng's eyes were greedy and skyrocketed, Dao Bao, this flying sword is definitely Dao Bao.

"If I get this sword, in the seventh order, unless it is the same magic weapon, it will be a consummation monster that has been immersed for hundreds of years, and I will not want to take the slightest advantage from me. Dark Mo was breathing rapidly, and without hesitation, his left hand shook, and suddenly a broken shield appeared in his hand, a meter high, the thickness of a fingernail, and his own spiritual power was blocked in front of him, and at the same time, his right hand sent out a force, hitting the person like a dead dog, and then he didn't stop, and grabbed it with his big hand, wanting to grab the flying sword in his hand.

"Although this sword is a Dao treasure, the grade will never be high, it is very likely to be a beginner, otherwise the temple elder will not be moved. With the cultivation of the old man in the late seventh order, with some magic weapons, it is not impossible to suppress an ownerless primary Dao sword, it's just.." Dark Mo was thinking, looking down at a few positions in the crowd, and then snorted coldly in his heart: "If you are not afraid of death, come and grab it, come and slaughter one by one, and slaughter two and a pair." Before the sword arrived, he already regarded it as his own.

The big hand grabbed it, causing the sword to resound, and several sword qi suddenly emitted, shooting towards Dark Mozheng at an extremely fast speed.

Once, this sword qi was just one, and it almost killed Yu Gaobai, the Martial King, but now several of them are coming out, but the result is very unsatisfactory.

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Like the sound of a needle piercing on a steel plate, it sounded several times, and it turned out that the dark ink was still quite sharp, and the moment the sword qi appeared, he blocked the shield in his hand in front of him, and the whole person squatted weakly, without revealing any body parts.

The shield looked tattered and marked, but it was unexpectedly hard. The only explanation is that this spirit treasure, with the blessing of its owner's spiritual power, can maximize its defensive power, which blocks the sharpness of the sword qi.

There are a total of four sword qi, three are shot at Dark Mozheng, and one is the qi emitted by the attack on the latter, the two collide, the sword qi collapses, and there is still a trace of power in that force that has not been annihilated, it was too late when the seven-foot Qingfeng found out, and the last trace of strength hit Xia Xin, the force was not big, but he knocked him over, without the foil of the flying sword, Xia Xin fell straight down.

The seven-foot green peak roared, the sword qi was raging, the sword intent was monstrous, and the edge was compelling, but he didn't have time to chase Dark Mozheng, and just wanted to rush to Xia Xin, who fell, a palm print hit, knocking it away, and it rotated in the air.

The underground crowd secretly disdains the secret of the person, the sword master has no breath, the dead are big, even if you want to take the sword, you don't have to disturb a dead person, this is good, falling from such a high place, it must be dead without a corpse, many women turned their heads, and couldn't bear to look at it again.

Only the dozen or so people of the Earth Yin Sect widened their eyes, and the three elders were even more stupid. Originally, the person was lying on the flying sword, and he couldn't see his face, and his spiritual power induction was crushed by the flying sword's sword intent, and he could only sense that the person was out of breath.

Dark Ink was shooting it down, and those warriors underground naturally saw what the Lord of the Flying Sword looked like, a handsome young man, with a childish and youthful aura on his face, just visually, they felt sympathy.

But in the eyes of everyone in the Earth Yin Sect, this face has a completely different feeling from other martial artists, it is too surprising, how can it be him? He's actually dead?

These people underground can see it, it is impossible for Cheng Xuan in the sky not to be seen, he originally felt that the person lying on the flying sword was somewhat familiar, and when that face was revealed, he was exactly the same as the expressions on the faces of more than a dozen people in the Earth Yin Sect, he couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe it, and after he didn't believe it, he was deeply frightened.

The guardian's nephew died in Beichuan, what a crime is this? More importantly, the legend says that there is a master in Zhongyang, if that person is condemned, I am afraid that he is the ancestor, and it will be difficult to do it.

After being frightened, Cheng Xuan didn't dare to hesitate, his whole body tensed, his hands moved, his feet shone slightly, and he flashed directly, catching Xia Xin before he landed.

On that piece of ground, spider web-like cracks appeared in the ice, and the clicking sound came out, which shocked everyone in the market inexplicably, and at the same time surprised.

"Hey, who is that man, who did he make the temple elder bend down, and even use all his strength to keep his entire corpse?"

"I'm afraid it's a disciple of a big force, right?"

"Otherwise, I guess it's the elder's illegitimate son. ”

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Countless warriors are listening to each other, guessing the identity of the owner of the flying sword, gossip everyone will, even if it is a martial artist, it can't be changed.

"Sanguang, you are not small, you dare to be so suspicious of the temple elders, be careful not to see the sun tomorrow. One laughed quietly.

"In this cold place, when will you see the sun?" muttered to the man who had said bastard, but he didn't dare to say more.

Cheng Xuan intervened in the sage, immersed in this realm for thousands of years, some spells can be said to be at his fingertips, how can he need any hand to decide, but at that moment just now, he shot with all his might, no, it should be said that he was out of his feet, unfolded a certain body method, and caught Xia Xin before he landed and turned into a pile of meat paste, in order to leave a whole corpse.

Cheng Xuan's face was extremely ugly, even bitter, and astringent, not to mention the person standing behind this young man, even his own ancestor, he couldn't explain it.

There was a sword roar in the sky, full of anger, after being beaten by the palm print, it was furious, and the Dao Dao sword qi did not want money to smash towards the dark ink, but the manpower is sometimes poor, not to mention the sword that no one can control, the dark ink is waiting for the storm to attack, trying to keep the shield in his hand unbroken, secretly thinking that as long as he survives, this treasure is in my bag.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the sword qi to decrease a lot, and the pressure of the dark ink was doubled, but the shield in his hand turned into powder at this moment under the violent attack.

The spirit treasure disappeared, if it was placed in the past, Dark Mo Zheng would definitely feel distressed for a long time, but now he didn't have the slightest heart to pay attention, his eyes stared directly at the sword in front of him, the sword qi rushed in, he didn't care, two fingers and a clip, the sword qi stopped three inches on the face, unable to move forward a bit.

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