On the bank of the most magnificent and vast river in the country of pure water, two men and women who traveled far and wide came here.

The woman is wearing a brocade palace dress, and her eyes are mouth-watering and seductive, although her figure is covered by a wide skirt, but just by looking at the outline, you can know that it must be a disaster.

The man was slender and pale, wearing a snow-white robe, and a long sword wrapped in coarse cloth dangled from his waist.

If Long Yuan or Ye Roujia were here, they would definitely recognize his identity at a glance.

The palace woman's name is Yu Yao.

She was originally a thousand-year-old snake demon in the eternal sea area of Zilai Prefecture, and above the sea, the woman showed her true body, her body was as big as a mountain range, and a man the size of a mung bean in front of her just waved a sword lightly, and her body was broken into two.

Now, she calls him "Chi Ye".

The man looked up at the sky, and there was a crystal clear round magic bead among the white clouds, which was regarded as the world's first water vessel, which was sacrificed by the temple seven hundred years ago to suppress the countless water demons in the river.

The man shook his head and said, "It's a pity that the junior is no longer there." ”

Yu Yao said softly beside him: "Master Chi, I heard that the previous national teacher of the Pure Water Country admired Master Chi very much. ”

The white-robed man turned a deaf ear, and after retracting his gaze, he said to her, "You leave for a while." ”

Yu Yao's heart tightened, but he didn't dare to ask more, and immediately left after a salute.

The white-robed man stood in place.

An old man in a yellow robe appeared beside the man, and after saluting, he said respectfully: "The current priest of the Zilai Prefecture Temple, Gongsun Xiao, has seen his predecessors. ”

The man was expressionless.

Gongsun Xiao, one of the six priests of the temple, and also served as the national teacher of the Dayan Dynasty.

A saint destined to go down in history as a god and revered by all nations.

But such a pivotal big man is still so respectful and polite to the man who came to Zilai Prefecture from hundreds of thousands of miles away.

Gongsun Xiao didn't know how to speak for a while.

After all, it's too difficult, and the matter of discussing is too heavy.

The man said to himself: "Back then, I kept my promise, in order to cultivate to the Taishang ruthlessness, I sealed all my emotions as a human race, and Mr. Zhu cast five mountains to stand in the land of five states, hoping to restrain the strong and educate the common people." ”

After that, the demons were subdued, the monks did not dare to speak and act in vain, and the more power in the hands of the temple, the more unscrupulous and useless. ”

"Back then, I believed in Mr., and Mr. believed in me, so I could take the lead for the world. ”

Speaking of this, the white-robed man turned his head to look at the temple priest, his eyelids lifted slightly, "Treachery doesn't matter to me, but doesn't it matter to you?"

Gongsun Xiao's expression was heavy, and he lowered his head and didn't know what to say.

The man turned his head, looked at the rushing river, and said: "The five great mountains have risen, and then there will be crime and punishment, and then there will be an agreement between me and your great sacrifice to guard the snow field for eight hundred years. You say it's a town guard, but it's actually a captivity, you come to me now, and you want me to stop doing it, and you want me to help you stabilize your luck in Zilaizhou and catch that demon dragon? Give me a reason, why?"

The man's tone was slightly aggravated, "Huh?"

Gongsun Xiao couldn't say a word.

The man seemed to see his embarrassment, and did not ignore him, but changed his tone and said: "But I believe in him and know his difficulties, so that's why it's so."

In the years, I have never stepped out of the thunder pool, following your rules. ”

For example, Gongsun Xiao, who was pressed by the mountain, breathed a sigh of relief.

The man said expressionlessly, "I heard that Peach Blossom Noodles was captured by you fifty people in the East Dome Long Prefecture?"

Gongsun Xiao had some scalp numbness.

Fortunately, the white-robed man didn't care too much, and said softly: "This time I broke the rules and left the snow field without permission, the main purpose is to be entrusted by others, to make a sword on a person, and I just want to see with my own eyes whether the world that Mr. described to me back then has come to the end." ”

"Dare to ask seniors, what is your impression?"

Gongsun Xiao's words were mixed with a slight trill.

You must know that the thoughts of the people in front of you are related to one state, no, the future trend of two states!

The man rubbed the coarse cloth sword at his waist and said in a deep voice, "I still have to take another look." ”

He finally said, "Don't let me down, okay?"

It seemed to ask, but he didn't look at the temple sacrifice, but just by the residual power of the white-robed man's words, the river not far away was turbulent, the waves crashed on the shore, and the clouds and mist above his head gathered and dispersed, revealing the true face of that treasure.

Gongsun Xiao bowed deeply and said in a deep voice: "Okay!"

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The fighting in the mountains was like a drum, and the battle was extremely tragic.

Cui Feng, who shot the heaviest and killed the most enemies, was already covered with bloodstains, and he couldn't tell which place was the enemy and which place was his own.

After killing 1,800 people alone, killing 500 more people than Guan Zishi, the aura appeared to be weak, and the masters hidden in the army saw the opportunity and joined forces to sneak attack, but even so, Cui Feng still fought the last bit of residual aura, and killed more than 200 armored border soldiers under the noses of several people, and then he completely fell to the ground, but Ye Fan, who had been standing at the gate of the temple, didn't know when he came here, and Cui Feng, who was seriously injured and dying in the blink of an eye, disappeared.

However, a few people were amazed, but they were finally relieved, no matter what, with such an injury, it was impossible to fight again.

But just when the first person was about to give the order to launch a general attack, at the gate of the broken temple, a man with a sword with a cold expression strode out, it was Cui Feng!

When he passed by Ye Fan, he said softly: "Two thousand and one hundred people." ”

Ye Fan said helplessly: "Brother Cui really wants to kill all these 30,000 people?"

Cui Feng snorted coldly, "If you are not afraid of that old guy and can't let go of your hands and feet, even 50,000 people are afraid?"

Immediately, he swept away, drew his sword, and a majestic sword qi went straight away, frightening the four black-clothed men to quickly separate more than ten zhang away.

It turned out that before facing the enemy, Ye Fan had told the two of them that his Haoran Qi had a great effect on the replenishment of injuries and aura, and with the high-grade elixir he carried with him, it could be said that as long as the injury was not too fatal, it could be recovered in a short period of time.

The two great enemies who stood by and watched from afar were extremely patient and never showed up.

It's just that when the man with the sword walked out of the temple unharmed, Lu Pu, who was fifty miles away, and a young man looked at each other, full of doubts?

What kind of immortal family magic power is this? Could it be that Ye Fan is not only a kendo master, but also an unborn divine doctor Dan master? But even so, what kind of elixir can restore a Six Realms sword cultivator who has lost his spiritual energy in less than half an hour

This?

It's not just a matter of insight, it's beyond imagination.

In the mountain glade that was razed to the ground by sword qi again and again, the leader was in an extremely heavy mood, and said to the three people behind him: "This son is definitely not an ordinary sword cultivator, even Liu Xiujie can't have his strength." ”

The other person looked at a tree in the distance, and Cui Feng, who was unscathed, was standing on the branch, controlling the flying sword in the distance to ruthlessly harvest the lives of his own soldiers.

This kind of sword technique makes these masters even more astonishing.

Cui Feng stood on the thick branches, his mind moved slightly, recalled the sword, and looked at the four black-clothed Jianghu masters from afar, the battle intent doubled, he had an intuition that as long as there were a few more life-and-death battles that exhausted the aura, the Seven Realms would be close at hand.

The black-clothed man who hit the head appeared in a trance for a moment, after this person was seriously injured once, his cultivation momentum rose so obviously, it was obvious that he had seized the opportunity to break the mirror in the big battles again and again, and he wanted to use his group of people as a whetstone to sharpen his kendo, if he continued like this, the enemy would become more and more courageous, and his own victory chances would be several layers lower.

He is a strong-willed and battle-hardened master, not to mention others.

There is only one life, but some things are more important than life.

The man in black who took the lead had already sensed the cowardice of several people behind him, and he was neither annoyed nor scolded, but said very calmly: "Colleagues, listen to me, let's try our best to see if we can seriously injure him again, if he can come out unharmed, whether you go or stay, I will not stop him." ”

The few people behind him are all masters who have lived for decades, and when they heard the words, they all took their hearts sideways and decided to break the kettle once.

Choi Bong smiled.

He looked at the four people in the distance, but they were just a few white bones under his feet on the road to heaven.

In another battlefield not far away, Zhao Yongchang also needed some time to replenish his aura, just because Cui Feng helped attract a large number of hidden masters, and secretly held back, just waiting for those master masters who were staring at him to make a sneak attack.

In the days of practicing in Yinghu Mountain, he has become much wiser.

Anyway, the armor is about to be broken by one thousand and five, and the situation is much better than I imagined, so there is no need to worry, not to mention the other party's siege and killing situation, it is still early to catch his big fish.

He took out an elixir from his sleeve, a mouthful of extremely pure fresh aura, flowing like a great river in Zhao Yongchang's body, although it was still inferior to the previous peak state, but it was not a problem to continue to deal with the two-quarter hour fight.

Liu Zheng's face turned pale with surprise from the screams on the top of the mountain, and finally he couldn't resist the persuasion of a henchman next to him and sat on the ground.

Liu Zheng had just experienced a big surprise, first there was good news, the man with the sword was hit hard by several masters, and he couldn't get up again. As a result, a moment later, another scout came down the mountain to report that the man with the sword was in good condition, and that he had fought with the four masters, and did not continue to slaughter the ordinary soldiers who went up the mountain.

This general, who has been galloping on the battlefield for more than 20 years, suddenly turned his head to look at the soldiers who were silently climbing the mountain against the sea of blood not far away, and some familiar faces could be vaguely seen, some were about the same age as his son, and some were veterans who had experienced several wars and were no longer young, like him Liu Zheng.

He didn't say a word.

Only the roars and screams from the top of the mountain from time to time resounded in the lush mountain forest.

Weak and tragic.