When the magnificent purple qi encountered Mo Wentian's majestic spear momentum, it burst out with a blazing rainbow light, and the turbulent qi waves visible to the naked eye spread out in all directions.

Both of them are the top martial artists in the world, and they have both reached the level of the peak of the eighth rank.

However, Mo Wentian is difficult to make great progress in his skills because of external objects, but his own martial arts realm is infinitely close to the nine grades, and some comprehensions of martial arts are even considered to be the category of the nine grades.

Li Qianyuan is a famous elder of the Qing Sect, the uncle of Zhang Daoyan, the contemporary head of the sect, and his martial arts cultivation is also shocking, and he has stepped into the peak of the Eight Grades for many years. Due to the reason of talent, if there is no big opportunity in this life, it will be rare to get a glimpse of the Jiyue scenery of Jiupin.

In recent years, I feel that my limit is approaching, and I am also anxious.

Li Qianyuan is not a person who is afraid of death, he has read through the Taoist collection, studied science intensively, and has already seen through the great fear between life and death. It's not terrible to die, it's terrible to die in obscurity without doing anything.

Li Qianyuan took the initiative to participate in this plan, if he could get a chance in the secret burial of the overlord, it would be the best, if the plan could be successful, then it would be good to fight himself and die to be able to leave the big devil.

The most unfortunate thing is that this trip to the secret can also escort the younger generations, so that the fire of Puritanism can be carried forward and grown, which is also a good result.

An eight-rank peak grand master is definitely the key to winning or losing.

But where did I think that the most critical part was unimaginable.

The peachwood sword in Li Qianyuan's hand is one of the three great treasures of the Qing Sect, "Chengtian", which is rumored to be cast by the ancient Jianmu, and has been inherited from the first generation of the founding patriarch of the Qing Sect for nearly 6,000 years.

Gold and iron are not broken, water and fire are not invaded, and they have competed with Juque, who ranked third in the 100 Weapons List, without any damage, and they are close to all the vitality attributes.

The most amazing thing is that it is absorbing the purest vitality in heaven and earth almost all the time, and it has never stopped for so many years. Wearing it on the body, the cultivation speed of the Yuan Qi is naturally much faster than that of ordinary people.

This "Chengtian" is the exclusive sword of the previous generations of the Qing Sect, and this time Li Qianyuan was brought to the secret burial of the overlord, which shows how much Zhang Daoyan attaches importance to this plan, and it can also be seen that he trusts Li Qianyuan.

The sword of the Puritanism, Li Xuan had seen it back then.

It was still many years ago when Taoyuan Village was in a catastrophe, and the third son of the Lin family, Lin Yijian, broke half the sky.

At that time, Li Xuan didn't know that Lin Yi was a disciple of the Puritan Sect, but at that time, Lin Sangongzi left a deep impression on Li Xuan, and at that time, in Li Xuan's heart, Lin Yi was a figure like an immortal.

At this time, seeing Li Qianyuan's sword momentum unfolding, he immediately found some memories of that year.

The sword of the Upper Puritans was more focused on being quick and agile, and the sword momentum was continuous. In Li Qianyuan's hand, the brown-red wooden sword was sometimes light and sometimes heavy, when it was light, it was like a flying feather, and when it was heavy, it was like Mount Tai pressing on the top.

Countless sword shadows flickered beside him, and the sword intent was endless, as if a mountain was spreading.

Li Xuan thought of the swordsmanship that his master had taught him back then, and by now he could already be sure that this sword move was a sword move from the Shushan Sword Pavilion.

Compared with the Upper Puritanism, Shushan's sword intent tends to be arrogant, full of arrogance and unspeakable domineering.

Any injustice in the world can be broken with a sword, and you want to compare it with the heavens.

From birth to the present, most of Li Xuan's kung fu has been figured out by himself, and he finally met his master Zhao Bin, who was able to solve his doubts and teach himself, but because of one reason or another, he was forced to flee the world, and he also lost the opportunity for the teacher's guidance.

Therefore, for every opportunity to learn, Li Xuan cherishes it very much. Just like seeing the black-robed man fighting with Mo Wentian just now, he had a new understanding of the use of the Fa, and he would unconsciously follow the footsteps of the black-robed man to condense the Faxiang. At this time, he saw the subtlety of Li Qianyuan's sword momentum, and unconsciously deduced the way of the sword in his heart.

Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared, and when he met the inspectors in Taoyuan Village, Li Xuan knew that his hatred with Luo Shitong could only end with a person's complete death.

And Li Xuan didn't want to be the last person to fall to the ground, facing Luo Shitong, who had now reached the throne of Emperor Da Luo, Li Xuan wanted to seize every opportunity to make himself stronger.

Mo Wentian's spear was like a rainbow, and the tip of the spear turned into a cloud of phantoms, wandering around the Chengtian Sword like a shadow.

At this time, there is less indomitable determination when fighting with the black-robed man, and there is more calmness.

After all, this is not a life-and-death struggle, Mo Wentian just wants to solve this grievance that has lasted for decades by himself.

However, in terms of magnanimity alone, Mo Wentian is obviously one point better than Li Qianyuan.

"Are you crazy? Why are you holding me back? Or do you want to help the abuse, and collude with this devil? Li Qianyuan said hatefully.

"Senior, I don't have any other intentions, I just want to be able to understand this grievance with my own hands, and ask my seniors to fulfill it."

"For this kind of big devil, do you still have to follow the one-on-one duel method in the rivers and lakes? Jianghu morality is not said like this, don't you know that if he is restored to his true strength, we will all die in this place. ”

"Please let go for the time being, at least until I lose." Mo Wentian said firmly.

"Confused, pedantic. At this point, I want to see if my Puritanism's "Purple Qi Donglai Jue" can be compared to your Yunshui Palace's "Dayan Shooting". Li Qianyuan was also angry, obviously not wanting to give up, and decided to solve Mo Wentian first.

The Great Sumeru Palm Print of the Treasure Elephant had already collided fiercely with the Netherworld Ghost Claw of the black-robed man more than a dozen times.

The sound of the clash of gold and iron ...... couldn't help but come out, and every collision brought about a violent tremor like an earthquake and a mountain shaking.

Bao Xiang's "Immeasurable Golden Body" has been practiced to the highest level, bursts of golden qi waves are constantly surging on the body, and there is a faint touch of rainbow light.

Every time the Nether Claw was clawed, it left a few clear marks in the air that lingered for a long time, which were the traces left after the annihilation of all things.

However, such a ghost claw grasping the body of the treasure elephant has no greater effect except for splashing a little golden ripple of qi.

And every time the Great Sumeru palm print of the treasure elephant is formed, it will generate a momentum like inverting mountains and urging the sea, pressing down the pitch-black fireworks jumping on the black-robed man's body hard.

Between the two of them, the rocks around them collapsed, and huge cracks stretched in all directions.

At this time, Bao Xiang had already used nine points of strength, and the magnificent Buddha Qi had already had a tendency to suppress the black-robed man, but Bao Xiang's expression became more and more solemn.

Only he understands who he is facing, the peak strength of this big devil has reached the ninth grade, and it is rumored that he has reached the peak of the ninth grade.

This time, he was willing to take the risk and go to the dangerous place in person, in order to break the bottleneck that had restrained him for many years.

In the face of a master at the pinnacle of the ninth grade, no matter how careful he is.

Although it is the consensus in the rivers and lakes that only the strength of the peak of the eighth grade can be exerted in the secret burial of the overlord, who can guarantee that there will be no other accidents.

Just as Bao Xiang was imagining this possible accident, the ghostly ghost body outside the black-robed man suddenly burst into flames, and the black ghostly ghost fire suddenly rose to a height of more than ten zhang.

A tall phantom was revealed, a huge skeleton ten feet high, black and fierce, like the most ferocious demon crawling out of the Infernal Hell.

Six waning moon-shaped bone knives with a diameter of up to one zhang encircled the huge skeleton. Bursts of destructive fluctuations emanated from the Six Dao Bone Blades, with a strong sense of annihilation.

As soon as the huge phanther was formed, there was a roar in the sky, and a hovering bone knife behind him slashed through an arc towards the immeasurable golden body of the treasure elephant.

A phantom flashed, and a huge gap opened in the space. The next moment, with a loud bang, the bone knife was directly inserted into the immeasurable golden body outside the treasure elephant's body, and it was only three feet away from being able to insert into his body.

The huge inertia flew out of a hundred meters behind the treasure elephant.

Although Bao Xiang was a powerhouse at the peak of the eighth grade, he didn't go all out because he took into account the back hand of the black-robed man.

However, because he had reservations, he was almost slashed by this arc bone knife, and the blow just now almost reached the peak of the eighth grade.

Wanyan Xiying looked at this huge skeleton phantom with a fanatical face and said to himself: "Is this the fifteenth transformation of the ghost body, the six reincarnations?" ”