Wei Wuyuan suppressed his anger and said, "Since you want my clan's Zhen clan holy weapon, why don't you take a trip to the Wei family?"

The mud bodhisattva still has three points of fire, he comes from a family of sages, and he also has some confidence in the face of the strongest.

"Hmph, I can't leave your Wei family or what?"

"One day, Mo Ye will kill the Wei family, copy the graves of your ancestors, suppress the men, and pack the women away!"

"Peng!"

The wine was another slap, and it rumbled, not saving Mo Xiaodao face at all.

"Your daughter-in-law is still here, gibberish, be careful that Lao Tzu dismantles your bones!"

Mo Xiaodao touched his head and smiled obscenely, "Hehe, that's right." ”

The two sang and harmonized, shameless, and many people could feel the solemnity of the rain clan, especially the rain concubine hidden in the thunder fog, and she couldn't see her expression at all.

"Don't be too rampant! This Feixian Ridge is not your drunken decision, once the saints of our clan are out of the customs, you will not be able to leave!" Qi Lou roared hoarsely.

The high-level officials of the Qi family once intended to let Qi Wei and Yu Yan marry, but they were disturbed by Mo Xiaodao's splashing skin, and even made a big joke like peeping and taking a bath!

Since then, it can be said that he hated him so much, if it weren't for the existence of the drunkenness, I am afraid that the strong men of the older generation of the Qi family would have made a move long ago.

"You old turtle, even Qi Shu's unlucky ghost has braided his hair, and he is still thinking about the Spring and Autumn Dream!"

Qi Lou was the second crazy person after Changfeng Yue, and his anger reached a bottleneck, and then it gushed out directly, unable to stop.

"Bastard, you both are going to die!"

He desperately sacrificed the royal weapon and threw it at Mo Xiaodao and Xiaoyao, and even forgot the existence of Jiu Xuan, and ignored the strength of the two.

Xiaoyao's eyes flashed, this old thing had harmed him, and even wanted to rob him of his treasure, and he had to take revenge.

The killing was in the air, and he rushed out directly with the Asura Divine Sword in his hand, no matter how strong the royal weapon was, he only had one sword to resist it.

"Boom!"

Flying upside down and competing with the monks of the Dao realm is still a little difficult, but it is already amazing.

The royal weapon was smashed alive, and it was terrifying!

There was no shortage of masters among the monks who watched the battle, and at this time commented: "What a strong guy!"

"Not only is the sword killing terrifying, but the person is also very invincible, the physical body and true qi are far beyond the same realm, no wonder so many people are planted in his hands. ”

At this time, Mo Xiaodao took the opportunity to dodge out, picked up the gossip plate and smashed it violently, the golden light was monstrous, although it couldn't hurt him, but the momentum and courage of his hands were indeed shocking.

"Ahh

Qi Lou let out a low roar, angry, surrounded by two juniors, what was he?

"Celestial Wolf Kill!"

Qi Lou suddenly slapped a palm, it belonged to a kind of middle-level divine power, which was unleashed by him, it was very powerful, and it was difficult for the two of them to compete.

"Humph!"

Xiaoyao plucked a star with his left hand, and intertwined runes with his right hand, turning into a phantom.

The momentum is extremely powerful, which makes all the monks of the Shenzang realm here frightened, too strong, and there is a feeling that they can't resist.

"Bang bang bang!"

There are stars in the sky that crush the wolf, and there is a roar of mountains and rivers in front of them, and they collide with each other greatly.

The mountains collapsed, the earth cracked, and the place fell into a great panic, and the violent energy was heavy and heavy, and it was unknown who could win.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Xiaodao also used the rune technique to manipulate the Bagua Disk, and a terrifying golden light erupted, crushing towards Qi Lou like a holy weapon revived.

With a rumbling sound, the stars shattered, and the blood flowed, and the sky wolf was also full of cracks, almost shattering!

Xuan Yi's eyes were scorching, it was too unexpected, did such a combat power Feixian Ling have? Maybe the ancients only had it! Fighting across a great realm.

"He must die!"

This is Xuanyi's thoughts, no matter which reason it is, it is worth doing it, Aoki can't be lost, Tan has just fallen, and there can't be a more terrifying escape, pressing the sky.

The center of the battlefield was reduced to ruins, and Xiaoyao's face was pale and slightly shocked, but it was harmless.

However, the corners of Qi Lou's mouth were dripping blood, just now Mo Xiaodao sacrificed the gossip plate, and after communicating with Xiaoyao Chuanyin, he injured Qi Lou at a strange angle.

"Even if you two are extremely talented, you will have to pay the price for what you have done!"

"I can't stop the wine!"

After saying that, he laughed wildly, a little harshly.

There was only one breath, the laughter stopped abruptly, Qi Lou was a little panicked, and the two people not far away disappeared strangely at the same time.

The divine sense swept away, and found that one person was in the sky and one person was behind, so fast that only light was left, and a sense of crisis came to mind.

The gossip disk is shocking, pressed down with its true body, with unparalleled power, not at all like the power of a royal weapon.

"Peng!"

Qi Lou stretched out his hand to block this ghostly smash, and he was crushed a few points, and his hand bones were violent, and he was about to attack. A sudden killing aura enveloped him.

"Ah, what is this!"

At this moment, he walked around, and he fell into a desperate situation.

Everyone was shocked again, this is a bit outrageous, even if there is an Arcana bonus, but it shouldn't be able to kill the older generation of powerhouses!

Jiu Jian didn't make a move at all, standing like an old man in the countryside, staring at the two with interest.

"Yes, go out, the stinky boy's cultivation has not fallen, but has become stronger!"

"But this little guy, Xu Xiaoyao is a bit perverted! The combat power is invincible, and the physical body has a mysterious and mysterious characteristic, it is estimated that it is a rare physique. ”

"And that killing sword, it's so powerful without revealing its true face, and the killing aura makes Lao Tzu frightened!"

He secretly said in his heart, if there is a doctor, and then his eyes suddenly converged, and there were smiles on his face full of folds.

"Stop!"

There are only two words, but it is like a rune exploding in all directions, hitting the body and soul of people, and everyone is dizzy when they hear it!

This is still a deliberate evasion, it is still so terrifying, you can imagine how powerful it is against Xiaoyao and Mo Xiaodao!

There is no doubt that if no one stops you, you will be seriously injured if you don't die.

The creatures that are contaminated with the saint are so strong that every word is the decree of the law, and life and death can be declared.

The roaring Tianyin wanted to kill the two, but the wine was here, and all the pressure was taken with one look, and Xiaoyao didn't feel anything at all. On the contrary, the monks who were not targeted turned pale with pale faces, and even Xuan Yi, Cang Lei and the others were a little unbearable.

In the sky, there is a rising and falling light beating, with the ups and downs of the avenue, which seems to be able to suppress everything in the world. Every step can be suffocating.

Xiaoyao just glanced at it, and felt a great palpitation, and quickly withdrew his gaze.

Compared with the drunkenness, the way this person appeared undoubtedly shocked him more, and a corner of the breath could kill him.

"Is this sacred?"

The man stopped, the light faded, his face was middle-aged, his shoulders were broad-shouldered, his eyebrows were full, and he was full of pressure, looking at the wine from afar, forming a stark contrast.

Here, the pot was completely exploded! The situation became more and more confusing, and two saint-level beings gathered here! It is rare to see it in a hundred years.

Once a monk has reached that level of life, he will generally be fascinated by heaven and earth, seeking a higher point, and many times he will go away for a hundred years, and he will not appear in the world at all.

"Then, that's the saint of the Changfeng family!" Cang Lei exclaimed.

"Long Wind Heaven!"

"A supreme being who was sanctified hundreds of years ago! Since he was sanctified, he has not appeared again, but I didn't expect him to come to earth this time!"

"The battle between the two great sages, there is a good show to watch now!"

"Hmph, who knows what kind of cultivation he is? If you want to compete with Changfeng Wuji's predecessors, is he worthy?"

A monk secretly spoke, unhappy with the two masters and apprentices of Mo Xiaodao.

He was addicted to alcohol, raised his head to taste wine, and walked to him with Mo Xiaodao in one hand.

"Senior, we meet again. Changfeng Wuji said lightly, floating outside the object, and the words had an unfathomable mystery.

Predecessor?

Everyone was in an uproar, including Xiaoyao, who was also dumbfounded! What is the situation, the saint who became famous hundreds of years ago actually called this obscene old man in front of him a senior?

In the cultivation world, strength is respected, and a strong person of his level is almost always determined by strength.

This character with a head and a face is even more fearful, this bad old man who is not good-looking seems to be more terrible than they imagined, at least one saint is calling him senior!

There was silence, and he didn't even dare to breathe, only the wine and the long wind were left.

"You can put up with me, is it because I once beheaded your father?"

"Thousands of years ago, before the predecessors became holy, they defeated all the talents on the Flying Immortal Ridge, stepped on the corpse and blood, stepped on the shoulders of the sage family, and ascended to the height of the saint in one fell swoop. ”

"That heroic posture is still in my mind. ”

"At that time, I was still a teenager, and I was not qualified to talk to you, so I could only watch from afar. ”

"In the next hundreds of years, I have taken you as my goal and cultivated hard, every time I encounter life and death, every time my cultivation is in trouble, it is you who have invisibly given me the strength to be able to reach this level!"

"My way, you are indispensable!"

"Now, I can finally call myself a word in front of you, Ben Sheng!"

Changfeng Wuji's eyes were full of holy mangs, and he said word by word, extremely proud.

"Since you have reached such a height, then you should know that sainthood is not the end, you should also know that cultivation is not easy, and you should know that my relationship with your families!"

The old face of the wine suddenly became serious, and said lightly, there is a temperament that is not weaker than anyone else, like sharpness!

Then he said: "Self-proclaimed saint, your kid is a member of the Changfeng family, aren't you afraid that I will destroy your way?"

As soon as the words fell, the wine suddenly changed, without any sense of old age, as if a divine sword was unsheathed, sharp and powerful, dominating the world!

The momentum of his belonging to the Sage appeared, and the golden light accompanied his side.

"Could it be that Lao Tzu hasn't made a move for many years, have you forgotten the death of the year?"