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For a while, as the aura of the Sect Master of the Spirit Martial Sect was released, the air in this hall was already somewhat stagnant, as if it was about to be completely solidified, and the disciple with low strength immediately felt as if he was being choked by an invisible big hand. Pinshu.com

"Hmph!" At this time, the old man with the sword under the green sun, his white hair was windless, as if he had turned into ice and snow scattered in winter, and a chill mixed with a killing aura suddenly erupted from his body, making the temperature in the hall drop a few points.

Some of the disciples' bodies trembled slightly, and they actually had the illusion of falling into the ice cellar, and the next moment, they all felt that their bodies were a lot more relaxed, and the aura that fell on their bodies was coercive and dissipated, as if they were cut off together!

"Hmph, Sect Master Qing, you have to think clearly!" The white-haired old man cut off his breath, and the face of the Sect Master of the Spirit Martial Sect immediately became gloomy, and then some cold voices resounded in the hall again.

Qingyang glanced at the black-robed old man behind the Lingwu Sect Master, his eyes were squinted, and his cheeks were dry as if there was only one skin, without the slightest expression revealed, as if he recognized the former's approach.

His heart sank slightly, and Qingyang's mind was spinning, thinking about countermeasures. The strength of the black-robed old man was not only very strong, but also his identity made him extremely jealous.

The elders of the Mo family are not something that he can reach as an elder of a second-rate sect, and if it arouses the disgust of such forces, it will be tantamount to a fatal blow to the Ethereal Sect that has not yet grown up.

Not long ago, after the Teleportation Lingwu Sect climbed to the high branch of the Mo family, almost all the sects that had such close ties with the Ethereal Sect before had converged a lot, and even had the power that was originally friendly with the Lingwu Sect, and immediately gave gifts to the Lingwu Sect.

It can be seen that the influence of the Mo family is great!

Just when Qingyang hesitated, the old man who was opposed to becoming a vassal of the Lingwu Sect before took a sip of wine and let out a loud "phew".

"The thing with a dog's heart and lungs actually wants me to become your vassal of the Ethereal Sect, it's just a fool's dream!" The old man had no scruples, and his eyes were full of disdain when he looked at the sect master of the Lingwu Sect.

"You are looking for death!" Lingwu Sect Master's face immediately turned cold, how could he have been insulted like this, and he was in front of so many people.

Immediately, he was ready to make a move, wanting to kill the old man, on the one hand, to wash away the shame, on the other hand, it was undoubtedly to kill the chicken to show the monkey, which would have an invisible deterrent effect on the entire Ethereal Sect!

The next moment, I saw that the Lingwu Sect Master's palm slowly leaned forward, and as his palm stretched forward, in the void, a pure white spiritual liquid began to appear, and in front of his palm, a large white palm was condensed, and it rushed forward with his stretched palm.

The vast and domineering coercion emanated from that hand, and in an instant, it locked the old man deadly, as if there were countless invisible chains, connecting his palm with the old man's body.

His speed seemed to be extremely slow, but in the eyes of everyone, he only saw countless phantoms flashing, and then that huge palm, as if crossing the void, appeared in front of the old man with a cold wind.

At such a speed, even Qingyang would not have time to stop it.

In the old man's eyes, the big snow-white hand was like a god of death, constantly expanding in his pupils, until it occupied his entire field of vision, and the cold wind bombarded first, like countless knives flying sideways, and his protective aura seemed to be paper-paste, directly torn apart by the destruction and decay.

In less than an instant, the wind almost howled, twisting the clothes on his body into strips of cloth, leaving blood-colored traces on his body!

After the wind passed, the big hand of the zhang also appeared in front of the elder. At this moment, the Lingwu Sect Master's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and then, the palm of his hand was clenched, and the big hand that rushed to the elder suddenly closed, as if five mountains could not be resisted, and he was about to crush the old man into pieces!

Bad!

At this moment, the elders who reacted, just wanted to take action, but it was too late.

Sou!

Suddenly, a loud sword groan sounded, and under the gaze of countless people, a snow-white sword light pierced the sky, tearing the void, bursting out from the place where the snow-white old man was, like a light that could not capture the trajectory, when it appeared again, and behind the big hand formed by the spiritual liquid.

The sound of clicking, after the sword light appeared, sounded a little slowly, and then under the gaze of everyone, the spiritual liquid big hand was cut into six pieces by the sword light domineeringly, with criss-crossing sword marks, and then the spiritual liquid big hand fell down in pieces, and before it completely landed, it turned into spiritual energy and dissipated into the air.

It wasn't until the big hand of the spiritual liquid completely dissipated that everyone came back to their senses, From the Lingwu Sect Sect Master's move to the white-haired old man's shot, in fact, only a breath of time had passed, and for ordinary disciples, the martial spirit level cultivator's move was too fast.

They only saw a flash of phantom, and as for the details in it, almost none of the disciples could see it clearly!

"So, is the Ethereal Sect ready to resist stubbornly?" The Sect Master of the Lingwu Sect, who was interrupted by the white-haired old man, was obviously very unhappy, and at this moment his eyes looked at Qingyang coldly, showing no signs of making another move, as if he was waiting for his reply.

At this time, the aura on the black-robed old man's body completely burst out, like a monstrous wave, and in the blink of an eye, the huge coercion covered the entire hall.

All the people present, except for the Lingwu Sect Master, all felt a huge pressure, as if they were carrying a mountain that reached to the sky, and the bones above and below their bodies began to make a slight sound, as if they were about to burst open.

And even the white-haired old man who was the strongest among all people. The body was also trembling slightly, as if it was fighting against that powerful suppressive force!

A seven-star martial spirit level powerhouse is so powerful that just by coercion, dozens of powerful monks can be directly suppressed by domineering!

This made even the disciples who had heard of the strength of the seven-star martial spirit level powerhouse more deeply realize the power of such a powerhouse!

"Surrender or die!" Without the slightest emotion, a voice came from the mouth of the black-robed old man, "The old man doesn't have time to spend here with you!"

As the black-robed old man's words fell, a smile immediately appeared on the face of the sect master of the Lingwu Sect, the reason why he wanted the Ethereal Sect to submit to his Lingwu Sect was to report the shame that the white fox brought to his mother at the sect conference, as well as the sect Tianjiao who was killed by the white fox, and seek justice!

Qingyang's body trembled so badly that he almost knelt on the ground, as if he couldn't take advantage of the terrifying coercion released by the black-robed old man!

Except for Qingyang's performance, the other elders, especially the disciples who were not strong, the bones of the group began to shatter, and the red blood began to flow down the corners of his mouth, and many disciples almost lay on the ground, but even so, they still couldn't withstand that kind of coercion.

The disciples in this hall are all the elites of the Ethereal Sect at this time and the elites in the future, if they fall under the pressure of the black-robed old man at this moment, they will leave a shadow in their hearts, and they will basically be unable to get out, which will form a demon, if they can't be defeated, then they will never be able to break through the realm again.

Even some powerful demons will make people's strength regress!

The black-robed old man obviously knew this, and as soon as he made a move, it was a lore to cut the grass and eradicate the roots!

Glancing at the disciples in the hall who were uncomfortable, even lying on the ground, their eyes were dim, and the corners of their mouths were bleeding, Qingyang's heart was like a knife. He knew that the longer the time dragged on, the more unfavorable it would be to his Ethereal Sect, but how should he choose now?

"Poisonous Dragon!" Suddenly, at this moment, Xu Qingyu, among the many disciples, clenched his silver teeth, and his pretty face was covered with frost. She didn't expect the elders of the Mo family to be so domineering. Immediately, on the surface of her body, mysterious and profound mysterious runes gradually emerged.

With the appearance of the rune, the black-robed old man seemed to have discovered something, and his cold and calm gaze fell on Xu Qingyu's body.

At this moment, Xu Qingyu raised her hand for a while, and the cold black runes immediately rushed out of her skin, as if turning into a long black spirit, and the poisonous gas that made the air rotten was about to fall on the body of the black-robed old man.

"Interesting, I didn't expect that there would be such a physique in this small sect in the poor countryside!" The black-robed old man didn't care about the poisonous dragon at all, and looked at Xu Qingyu with some curiosity, as if he was looking at a work of art here.

The next moment, at the moment when the black collar attacked, the black-robed old man waved his robe, and the black spiritual liquid erupted from his body, like a violent volcano suddenly, and even the void trembled wherever the spiritual liquid passed, leaving a black trace that had dissipated for a long time.

Thundered!

A loud bang roared, and under the gaze of countless people, the spiritual liquid on the black-robed old man's body was like an invisible mountain, containing unimaginable great power, the poisonous dragon looked really strong, but compared to the spiritual liquid, it was like a stone smashing an egg, almost effortlessly.

After destroying the poisonous dragon, the black spiritual fluid was not canceled out much, at this moment, the black spiritual liquid was like a bullet from the gun, straight to her internal organs, and the skull!

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