Chinese When the cold voice of the black-robed old man just sounded, a vast aura spread in all directions, and under his coercion, there were some unbearable Ethereal Sect disciples, and the bones of his whole body began to roar and tremble, and the red blood gradually escaped from the surface of their skin. Please search (#¥) to see the most complete!

The more advanced the cultivation, the more insurmountable the difference in each small realm.

The breathing was a little heavy, and the air became extremely viscous, as if the hall had turned into the bottom of the deep sea, and the force of the squeezing was almost only exhale, but not inhaled. The chest was pressed hard by an invisible force.

Thundered!

Luo Feng squinted his eyes, his dark pupils contracted suddenly, and then he turned over and hugged Xu Qingyu, his toes touched the ground, and the slightest spiritual liquid flowed to his toes, and then converged at one point, and the moment his toes just touched the ground, they burst out.

The moment Luo Feng and Xu Qingyu left the place, the black-robed old man's whip leg was wrapped in terrifying and terrifying power, and it slammed down where they were originally standing, and the speed was as fast as a flash of knife light.

One blow missed, the black-robed old man looked at Luo Feng and the others who fled not far away in some surprise, he didn't use all his strength for this blow, for him who was a little arrogant, to deal with such a small role, he didn't need to go all out. It's not that he alone has such a problem, all the disciples and elders of the Mo family have this to a greater or lesser extent.

While pursuing strength, as a member of the top forces, they have self-confidence and a love of face that ordinary people do not have, and they rarely do anything to monks whose strength is not stronger than their own, and they say that they do not bully the weak.

Luo Feng didn't pay any attention to the black-robed old man's somewhat surprised gaze, and when he came here, the black unicorn whose memory had recovered a little again handed him a unicorn step.

At this time, Xu Qingyu, who was being held by Luo Feng, slowly opened her eyes, looking at someone who was a little unfamiliar, but her eyes and breath were the same as Luo Feng's, a touch of blush immediately appeared on her face, and then she hurriedly let go of the hand holding Luo Feng's waist, turned around and rushed to Qingyang's side.

Suddenly, a sword light flew in, and the white-haired old man made a move, and he waved the snow-white long sword in his hand, with high sword intent, like a roaring real dragon.

The moment the sword light flew in, the void roared and moved, like a thin piece of paper, torn apart in an instant, leaving fine black cracks everywhere it passed.

Therefore, at this moment, he shook his hands violently, and the black spiritual liquid frantically converged towards his hands, like a storm that began to brew, and each conjured a fist-sized black vortex in his hand, and the terrifying twisting power also erupted from the vortex at this moment.

Thundered!

The white-haired old man waved his long sword at this moment, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, tearing through the sky, and it collided fiercely with the black whirlpool. The black vortex was like a knife, and as soon as it came into contact with the sword qi, there was a shattered mountain and river between the two, and the breath of slaughtering all things burst out.

The white-haired old man frowned, he naturally knew the strength of the black-robed old man, but his strength was somewhat beyond his expectations, just one move, he went all out, but he couldn't hold on for a breath, and his attack was directly crushed.

With a loud bang, the black whirlpool was between the gaps of the white horse, like a meteor, and slammed into the chest of the white-haired old man, not giving him any time to react at all.

The white-haired old man's spine immediately bent, like a curled prawn, and a mouthful of reverse blood spurted out instantly, forming a pool of blood-colored mist in front of him, staining his clothes red.

"Elder Bai, are you okay?" After taking the white-haired old man, Qingyang took out an elixir and handed it to the former a little anxiously.

At this moment, almost all the elders and disciples looked nervous, and they all wanted to help Luo Feng, but under the anger released by the black-robed old man and the Lingwu Sect Master, although they had the protection of the Qingyang Sect Master, it was nothing more. The aura in his body seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't move a bit.

Staring at the black vortex that had rushed to him, Luo Feng's eyebrows were extremely solemn, this black vortex looked exactly the same as the vortex that rushed towards the white-haired old man, but in his soul perception, its power was several times weaker than the former.

In a flash of thought, Luo Feng's palm was slightly raised, and the pure black Shura battle liquid gathered from his dantian into his hand, and quickly condensed a black long sword, and the killing sword aura swirled around it, faintly behind him, manifesting a vision of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Kill for heart!

Although they were both black spiritual fluids, the two were completely different, and the moment they met, a piercing sound of gold and iron burst out.

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