Dusty Wind sneered, looking at this monk in the middle of the Earth Xuan Dynasty, his eyes were cold and terrifying, as if he was looking at a dead corpse. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Jian Qi's face was gloomy and terrifying, this dignified monk dared to hit him and Chenfeng's attention, it was really Tai Sui's head that broke ground, and the tiger pulled teeth out of his mouth, he was the seventh god of the Sword Pavilion, and if he said his identity, he could scare a large group of monks.

"I am the first person of the day, you are blind and dog-eyed, and you dare to come to my son to be presumptuous." Jian Qi immediately scolded.

The Dixuan monk was stunned for a moment, and then his face was furious, and he looked at Jian Qi fiercely and said, "What's the matter, little bastard, give you a shameless face, this seat will repair you well today." ”

When Jian Qi heard this, he was furious and was about to step forward to theorize, but Dusty Wind stepped forward first, pointed at the monk in the middle stage of Dixuan and scolded: "It's just a small Dixuan realm little monk, so I dare to come to the attention of the masters, and I will kill you first." ”

After speaking, Dusty Wind rolled up his arms and sleeves, ready to step forward like a ruffian, Jian Qi saw this, he also rolled up his arms and sleeves, scolded and scolded, pushed away Dusty Wind, and shouted in his mouth: "Xiaofeng, you flash aside, I'll come." ”

"Get out of the way, I'll come first." Dusty Wind was dissatisfied, and pulled Jian Qi aside hard.

"I'll come." Sword Seven roared.

"I'll come." The dust wind shouted.

"Rock-paper-scissors." At the critical moment, Dusty Wind made a killer move.

"Okay, no problem, I'm afraid you won't make it." Jian Qi said.

Then, Jian Qi and Dusty Wind guessed in public, and after a while, Jian Qi hung his head and walked to the side alone.

The Dixuan monk was furious, and there was a sense of shame in his heart, he was a monk in the middle of the Dixuan period, although it was nothing in the cultivation world, but the two young people in front of him were authentic little cultivators, but now he was scolded by the two little monks in public, and the two of them were still vying to him, and they didn't take him seriously at all, so that he was embarrassed.

The monk's face in the middle stage of the earth was red and white, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore, and he raised his head to the sky and shouted: "I killed you." "He urged his spiritual power to kill the dust wind, and as soon as he made a move, he was a ruthless move.

Dusty Wind sneered, clenched his fist, and wisps of golden holy air swirled out from his fist, and he raised his fist and slammed it towards the Earth Xuan Cultivator.

After dozens of blows, the monk in the middle of the earth genre let out a painful scream, he leaned over, covered his stomach, his body couldn't help but tremble, one palm spasmed slightly, and blood kept flowing.

He looked at the dust wind in horror, there was unwillingness and puzzlement in his eyes, but more than that, he was afraid, because in the dozens of blows just now, the young man on the opposite side, the strength contained in his fist was so strong, it easily injured him, and he could even feel that the man didn't exert much strength at all.

"Brother, I have something to say." The Dixuan monk immediately relented.

"It's good to talk about your sister." Dusty Wind ignored him, didn't give him a chance to speak, raised his big feet, and kicked him in the face, kicking his face full of flowers.

"Get out." In the end, the dust wind raised a kick and kicked the Dixuan monk away, fainting in the crowd, and the secret monk gradually got closer, and very secretly chopped a few feet at the Dixuan monk who had fallen asleep, and it was estimated that he would not die or be disabled.

"Hey, hey, what a big temper." At this time, a monk came out of the crowd and looked at the dust wind indifferently, this monk's strength was a few points stronger than the Dixuan monk just now, and his physical body looked very strong, tall and mighty.

"Yo Xi, Xiao Qi, it's your turn." Dusty Wind greeted Jian Qi, and Shi Shiran walked to the side to rest.

Jian Qi was holding his breath, and when he saw that someone was looking for a place again, his eyes lit up, he kept rubbing his hands, and walked towards the monk who wanted to be strong with a cruel smile, with a hideous expression.

"It's not me looking for you, it's you who sent it to the door yourself." Jian Qi laughed wildly.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the monk, who looked very strong, was beaten by Jian Qi, rubbed his teeth, and then was kicked out by Jian Qi.

There were hundreds of monks around looking at it, there were no less than dozens of monks from the Dixuan Realm who were paying the same attention to the two monks just now, and after seeing the amazing combat power of Jian Qi and Dustwind, they hesitated for a long time, and finally endured it and did not make another move.

However, there are still too many monks here, there are millions, and the two minor monks of Jian Qi and Dusty Wind are targeted by many monks, and there are even genius-level monks among them, who have the top combat power in the same rank.

Dusty Wind and Jian Qi experienced no less than dozens of battles with the Earth Xuan Monks, and they all saw blood on their bodies, and they were almost crippled several times, but they survived and defeated their opponents with difficulty, and even they had no choice but to kill several Earth Xuan Monks with their own hands.

Jian Qi went berserk and yelled at the thousands of monks who were watching, "If there is someone who doesn't want to die, just let the horse come." "He looked like a god and demon, his hair was scattered, his face was stained with the blood of his enemies, and his body was swirled with infinite sword energy.

The dust and wind are also ruthless, but whenever there is a monk who jumps out, the monk with bad intentions comes to challenge, and he kills with all his might, his body glows, and the golden blood is boiling, like a war maniac, and he keeps fighting and killing people.

Finally, after they had killed the twenty-seventh monk, no one dared to jump out and fight them easily.

However, the trees wanted to be quiet and the wind did not stop, and there were people with higher realms who stared at them, surprised by the rare combat power of Sword Seven and Dust Wind beyond the same level, and the extraordinary talent they showed, some people wanted to obliterate them, so as to prevent them from breaking out too quickly after entering the Tai Chi Immortal Realm.

They know in their hearts that monks with talents like Jian Qi and Dust Wind, as long as they are given time and certain cultivation conditions, will definitely rise to the sky, the Taiji Fairyland has only been opened a few times since ancient times, and each time it is opened, it will take at least a few years before it will be closed, who knows what kind of height a transcendent genius like them will reach after entering the Taiji Fairyland in the future, maybe after a period of time, they have surpassed them, surpassed them, and competed with them for immortal fate and creation.

Therefore, the minds of several advanced cultivators were surging, and they wanted to take advantage of this to destroy the sword seven and the dust wind.

Jian Qi had a sense of anger in his heart, but he was very helpless, the cultivation world was already very cruel, he had no strength to parry in the face of the Renzun monk, he had no choice but to show his identity, otherwise, the consequences would be really unimaginable.

Jian Qi stood in the center of the crowd, his eyes shot out with cold light, looking around at the crowd, he roared arrogantly: "I see who dares to touch this son, destroy him all over the door, this son is the seventh god son of Tianshan Sword Pavilion, Jian Qi." ”

Jian Qi revealed his identity, and sure enough, the crowd was shocked, the seventh god son of the Tianshan Sword Pavilion was extremely respected, and it was not an ordinary monk who could be punished, but there were still people who were brave enough to be fat, and he was hiding in the dark, secretly killing him, and there was a bright short sword in the void, stabbing at Jian Qi like lightning.

However, suddenly a big hand fell from the sky in the sky, blocked in front of Jian Qi in time, gently grabbed the short sword, boom, and then slapped the crowd with a big hand.

"Ah, seniors spare their lives, I don't dare anymore." Voices begging for mercy were heard from the crowd.

However, soon the sound was gone, and it disappeared forever, and the Venerable Monk was slapped by a big hand, and in an instant he was smashed into a mist, and he could no longer die.

"That should be the Supreme Elder of the Tianshan Sword Pavilion stationed here." One of the monks muttered quietly.

The monks were shocked, and finally believed in the identity of Jian Qi, and did not dare to fight their idea again, but they set their eyes on the other monks.

Dustwind breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed, but soon he frowned and looked into the distance, where two clouds of blood mist had burst and two more minor monks had died.

Dusty Wind sighed and said, "Once upon a time, the lives of the monks were like mustard, and their strength was not enough to threaten the monks. ”

Jian Qi walked over and patted him on the shoulder and said, "The law of the jungle is like this, so we must be strong ourselves." ”

Chenfeng nodded, stopped talking, and sat quietly in place, meditating and practicing.

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