I thought you were old. More often, with a wave of his hand, the sword shot from the vein was broken inch by inch, but the broken sword light did not disappear, but more often it was trapped in mid-air, and a set of sword formations was formed in an instant, and the next moment, endless sword rays flickered, and the sky flooded everything, and more often it did not appear.

"You're not dead, how can I get ahead of you?" A crease appeared in the void, and a figure appeared outside the sword array, with white hair and beard, but this person not only did not give people a dying feeling, but also had a huge momentum.

"If you don't live in Yueyun Castle, how about my first-line sword sect?" The sword stood in the distance, and a spirit sword kept rising and falling beside him, flashing with dazzling light.

"Find someone, when I find it, I'll leave!" The sword formation suddenly shattered, and Yue Chang stood in it intact, looking at Jiankang in the distance with a faint gaze.

"This is the Frontline Sword Sect. There is no one you are looking for. Go away. You are not welcome here. Jian Yao sneered, and there was no politeness between his words.

"I died while crossing Baoyun. Five of them moved to the mountains of the Seventh Order. One of them reached the area of the Seventh Order Overlord. "The fainter the light flashed in the eyes.

"Haha, good death, who is so brave, but you know!" the sword laughed loudly in the distance, and a huge laugh resounded all around. The less angry I was, the more I quietly looked at the sword in the distance.

"A grain of Jinxin, I know you've been looking for it. The man gave it to me, and Jin Xin gave it to you. "The more often you swing with your right hand, a light will flicker in the air. For example, if you look at the stars in the night sky directly with the naked eye, you can't see this thing. With a sharp edge, it is partial and not dazzling, but there is a hint of warmth.

Jian and Zheng were far away, and his eyes were on him more often. "Give me Jin Xin, aren't you afraid that the first person I kill will be you?"

The first-line sword faction does not deal with the bag. Jian Yuan and Yue Chang often see each other, but they can't. Although there is no deep hatred, if there is a chance, Jian Yuan does not mind killing Yue Chang. Jin Xin may be a rare spiritual material for other strong people who returned to the Yuan Dynasty, but for Jian Yuan, it is a treasure that will allow him to go far, even further.

Although Simkin is now more and more in his hands, there are not many, not even the size of a fingernail. However, they are healthy enough to learn from far away. If they are lucky, they can even learn to succeed completely. I have to say that this is a huge temptation, in order to stay away from the current eighth-order supreme power in order to be healthy, spiritual matter is also needed, and the difficulty of attaining it can be imagined.

After searching for hundreds of years without getting it, now is a good opportunity to be indifferent to health and distance.

"You can't kill me. Any newcomer will be the same. "The more you shake your head, the more intense the twinkle in your eyes becomes. If Shen Long is here, you will find that this is the power of the Ghost King. Now, the more you are not in the Tianmin Mountains, the more likely it is that the harvest will meet expectations.

"Who are you looking for!" Jian Yuan said in a deep voice, this, that Jian Yuan has already been tempted.

"He's here to leave the Northern Regional Group. Have you opened the transmission array recently?" "The more a person moves forward with his right hand, a little bit of breath will float out, which is exactly the characteristic of Shen Long.

"Transport array?"

Jian Yao's face moved slightly, his long sleeves swayed slightly, and Shen Long's breath drifted into the first-line sword sect. However, after a while, a shadow appeared, it was Zhang Xiaoyu, the leader of the first-line sword faction. A shield surrounded the two men. All the presentations were isolated. Soon, Zhang Xiaoyu flew back to the front line of the Sword Sect.

"How?"

"It seems that you have been disappointed, that kid has left his sword in the center. If you want to find it, go to the central place. I can lend you the transport array. "Health away from schadenfreude.

The more he didn't leave the northern region, it wasn't that he couldn't go to the central region, but that after he left, I was worried that the unguarded Yueyun Castle would be hollowed out. There are too many people to offend, but more often than not, they are confined to one position. Many forces wanted Yue Yun Castle to disappear, and even some super sects, such as the Frontline Sword Sect.

However, if the defense is more frequent, other units will not succeed even if they think again. But if you go to the central area a lot, it's a different story.

"You've been caught. Xinjin still belongs to you. The more often the brow furrowed, the more slightly.

"You're so stupid, let me do things for you! Xinjin I want it, I'll take it myself!" The spirit sword next to him sang a long song. Void folds and a large hard and soft hole often pass through it. It even covers the entire sky. From a distance, it looks as if the sky has been pierced.

"Boom!"

It took a long time for the thunderous sound to come down. All the front-line swordsmen were terrified. The main body of the army was completely opened, blocking all remaining attacks. Even so, the protection of the Alexander Great Array is still trembling, in the hands of the powerhouse of the Eighth Order to the Yuan Sect, mountain reclamation is a very easy matter, even if it is the Sword Sect and his party, if they are not careful, they may collapse.

And dozens of miles away, I saw the sword qi in the sky, earth-shattering, and what was entangled with the sword qi was cyan energy, but what made people feel strange was that there were also cold energy fluctuations, although there was only a trace, but it was impossible to ignore.

No one knows what's going on. This is where the sect of the first-line sword sect is located. They want to know who would dare to go there and make such a loud noise. Even the front-line swordsmen themselves were confused.

The battle lasted a whole day and a night, the position of the battle kept going up, the energy in the sky was torn apart, and then constantly reorganized. A day later, the battle was over, but the sky was still changing color. Within a radius of a hundred miles from the first-line sword sect, the aura of heaven and earth was extremely violent.

No one can practice meditation, and if you force your attention, you are likely to go mad and blow yourself up to death. Realizing this, everyone was scared away, and the first-tier cities were unusually quiet for a few days. As for the result of the battle, no one knew, and even Zhang Xiaoyu asked and did not get an answer.

But at this moment, on an island thousands of miles away, a transmission array is shining. The people around the transmission array were busy, but no one was looking at it. It seems that flashes are already common.

The lights fell, and a group of people appeared on the transmission array. Everyone subconsciously looks around. Shen Long stayed at the back of the crowd, looking curiously at the left and right. The swordsmen at the front were relatively calm. They had been told many things before they came. There are only scattered repairs, nothing is known, and at the moment looking around.

"What are you all thinking? Come down, someone will come later. A voice sounded, Shen Long and the others turned their heads to look, only to see a middle-aged man leaning on an armchair, crossing Erlang's legs, looking at everyone with some impatience.

Some had anger on their faces. This middle-aged man could easily strangle him at the beginning of the Sixth-Order Cloud. Now he dared to speak in such a tone. However, to the surprise of others, the front-line swordsmen obediently retreated from the transfer matrix, even apologizing and smiling to the middle-aged man, not to mention some scenes.

"Another group of people who have never seen the world before." The middle-aged man snorted coldly, but no longer paying attention to a few people, but closed his eyes and rested.

However, the situation in this regard does not arouse anyone's thoughts. Everyone was in a hurry. In this hall, Shen Long found that there were actually as many as ten transmission arrays. From time to time, a transmission array is lit up, and a group of people is bound to appear. And most of these people's expressions were not much different from Shen Long and the others before.

"Teleportation Hall, it seems that most of the sects in the northern region should have their own teleportation location here." In this case, Shen Long had already seen in ancient books that although those sectarian groups in the northern region were extremely powerful, they had a greater force to cross the regional groups. But the destination of the teleportation array is not those sects that have been built again, but all in one place.

This place is known as the Transmission Hall and receives practitioners from different places. The central land is vast and boundless. Every day, I don't know how many yogis come here. The more talent, the more they aspire. At this moment, it was heard from the hall of the teleportation array that the cultivation was not lower than the sixth-order evening clouds, and even one or two seventh-order ones would occasionally move to the mountain.

One thing these people have in common is that they are young. The appearance of each yogi is young, which is not easy to look at and not easy to understand, because the youthful spirit in him is not exemplary in any way. Obviously, these are geniuses, geniuses everywhere.

"This is the island, the central transit point of the Northern Regions. This is just the edge of the central location. We won't be here for long. We will leave in a few days. You are free to move and leave with us in a few days, or you can leave alone. There is only one thing, don't make trouble while on the island." Zhang Yufeng said softly, although his tone was flat, there was an aura that others could not disobey.

The swordsmen at the front did not ask to follow them. After all, forcing someone can easily cause unnecessary trouble. It's best to let everyone have their own choice. Compared to the center, the front-line sword faction knows much more than Sanxiu, which is their advantage. However, even if Sanxiu knew the central location of some places, it was only one-sided news and could not be compared with the first-line sword sect.

"Why are you here?"

While the others were thinking, Wang Yanfang suddenly shouted in surprise. Everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look. At this moment, he was pointing at Shen Long with a straight finger. His facial expression was one of shock and disbelief.

Looking at Shen Long, the others were also taken aback. Before, when they were in the first line of the Sword Sect, they had not seen Shen Long. They all knew what was going on, they were just being fought back. But unexpectedly, Shen Long finally arrived, and the front-line swordsmen agreed that Shen Long should continue to come. It's funny.

San Xiu couldn't help but look at Wang Yanfang, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth. Compared to frontline swordsmen who share the same spirit and branch, they are somewhat isolated in strength and emotion. And Shen Long is also a loose cultivator, obviously being bullied, and it is inevitable that they will not have other thoughts in their hearts.

"Sister Wang, pay attention to your words!" Zhang Yufeng said in a low voice, seemingly reprimanding, but there was no trace of reprimand in his tone. There are scattered repairs to the same door, and it is naturally clear who will help.