Tian Ma Thunder's encounter, to a certain extent, is a bit similar to Ling Xiao, it is conceivable that if the Taixian Gate's Fengyun Sword Conference this time completely achieves the expected effect as they wish, then the major forces outside the territory will unite and invade the Hongwu Realm, then the fate of the Hongwu Realm is only afraid that it is not much different from the Qixian Sword Sect back then, and Ling Xiao will inevitably be like Tian Ma Thunder, wandering and wandering, continuing to be incognito, struggling to plan revenge.

Looking at the field horse thunderbolt on the Fengyun platform, Ling Xiao was embarrassed.

That lonely and lonely figure, in Ling Xiao's eyes, was so vicissitudes and tragic, he stood on the Fengyun platform like a javelin, desperately in front of everyone, ready to take revenge on the entire Taixian Gate.

The person who had been drinking with himself in the backlit silhouette a few days ago was like a lonely boat in the ocean in the storm, lonely and dangerous.

Maybe the next moment a huge wave erupts, lightning and thunder, and if he is not careful, he will be swallowed by the stormy waves.

In the afterglow, Ling Xiao saw the same worry in the eyes of Huang Shaoyun and Sheng Shou.

The sound of the wind passing slowly around Fengyuntai, as well as the sound of leaves driven by the branches and leaves on the large and small floating peaks, set off the unusually quiet and eerie atmosphere at this time.

No one thought that the Qi Immortal Sword Sect, which had disappeared for a hundred years, would appear in front of everyone at this time.

...

On the platform.

The look of shock in Shao Yulong's eyes receded and gradually calmed down.

He took a deep breath and didn't say anything more, but turned his head to look at the Taixian Gate Floating Peak.

That's where the head of the Taixian real person is.

Distance.

Taixian Zhenren couldn't see the slightest emotion on his face.

Regarding the appearance and identity of Tian Ma Thunder, this martial arts overlord looked indifferent and did not have any surprise.

Obviously, in his opinion, this is just a small thing.

Facing Shao Yulong's gaze, he didn't even say anything.

But Shao Yulong knew it.

He understood what the senior brother in charge meant.

The so-called cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, today is that we must not let go of the remnants of the Tianma Thunderbolt, the strange immortal sword sect.

Shao Yulong's gaze fell on Tian Ma Li's body again, his eyes were like looking at a dead man, and with a trace of pity, he said: "Junior, today is your own death, the Qixian Sword Sect has long been history, and it has long since disappeared, let you escape the catastrophe back then, and survive for decades, today you send it to the door yourself, and this seat will go to the Jiuquan to reunite with your master!"

The voice did not fall.

Murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

A burst of obscure notes like his Sanskrit sound came out of his mouth for eternity, Shao Yulong's left palm was spread upwards between his chest and abdomen, and the five fingers of his right hand pinched out a strange handprint.

The right hand turned into a palm and pressed it on the left palm, and the moment the two palms met, a white ball of light revealed through the gap in his palm.

After a while, Shao Yulong's right hand slowly raised.

And in his left palm, a palm-sized transparent compass appeared.

Only the palm-sized compass seems to be carved from cold ice, crystal clear, the center of the compass has an egg-sized hexagonal snowflake imprint, six mysterious ancient characters corresponding to the hexagonal snowflake imprint surround the snowflake imprint, and the edge of the compass is engraved with dense Xuanao seals.

The seemingly exquisite compass is filled with a fierce cold atmosphere.

"Kill yourself, today I will send you on the road with the Immortal Seal Astrolabe!"

Shao Yulong didn't talk nonsense anymore, let out a low sigh, and poured the aura in his body into the compass in his left palm.

In an instant, the compass in his palm erupted with a blinding white light like an ice lamp that had suddenly been lit.

A biting chill erupted around the compass.

"Shura Hell!"

It was like a substantial cold air rolling like a hurricane, spreading from Shao Yulong's feet to the entire Fengyuntai.

Almost instantly, the ground of the platform was covered in ice.

The surging cold air rolled like a vicious beast, and behind Shao Yulong, a huge Shura ice sculpture in the form of a strange beast slowly rose from the cold ice.

A boundless chill emanated from the platform.

Even though the protective barrier of Fengyuntai could prevent the battle on the platform from spreading beyond Fengyuntai, it still couldn't stop the bone-chilling cold.

The white and misty cold air spread from the Fengyun platform, and on the surrounding floating peaks, everyone obviously felt the sudden drop in temperature, and many disciples who lacked cultivation had to use Xuan Gong to resist the cold.

On the platform,

Shao Yulong is like a Buddha statue in the world of ice and snow glass.

He held a crystal-clear compass in his palm, and his whole body was surrounded by a white cold air like a substance, urging the aura, and the index finger and middle finger of his right hand were close together, and the two fingers were writing mysterious runes on the compass. Six sigils glowing with golden light flew out from the compass and sank into the Shura ice sculpture behind Shao Yulong.

I saw the Shura ice sculpture shake, like a beast that had been sleeping for many years was awakened,

Roar!

A long roar like a dragon roar came from the giant mouth of the Shura ice sculpture.

A huge wave of sound raged on the platform like a hurricane, and the chill in the hurricane turned into ice crystals and swept away.

The hurricane howled and rushed in the direction of Tama Thunder.

Opposite side.

Tian Ma Thunder's face was solemn.

The hatred and excitement in his heart dissipated, and he mobilized the aura in his body to adjust himself to the best state.

True martial arts, when faced with a battle, will be clear, and emotions are like ancient wells, and they cannot be swayed by emotions.

In the gaze of countless eyes, Tian Ma Thunder held the Taiqi Immortal Sword in his right hand, and the five fingers of his left hand staggered and flew, like a phantom, he continued to pinch out a strange and obscure lotus-shaped sword technique, as if it had triggered a mysterious power, and he heard the Taiqi Immortal Sword suddenly let out a sword roar like a tiger roaring dragon, and a faint silver light rippled from the sword.

"Qixian Sword Classic, reappear in the rivers and lakes today!"

Tian Ma thundered and shouted, his left hand on top of his right hand, and raised the Taiqi Immortal Sword towards the sky like a stick of incense.

The sky on the other side was like a real cold air pressing towards him.

Tian Ma was unconscious.

He closed his eyes gently, his expression solemn and solemn, as if paying tribute to his ancestors, and said pious and solemn: "Master, Master, all of you..... I finally broke through.

Today, you will have a life-and-death battle with the enemy on the platform.

If you have a spirit in the heavens, you will only see it in the nine stars, and see me avenge you!"

Taiqi Immortal Sword seemed to feel the grief and indignation in Tian Ma Thunder's heart, and it buzzed violently and trembled.

"Hahaha, I opened my eyes wide and saw clearly, the true power of the Taiqi Immortal Sword. ”

Tian Ma was in high spirits.

The white halo erupted from the Taiqi Immortal Sword, wrapping the whole person of Tian Ma Thunder, and under his feet, there appeared a huge silver lotus petal after petal like a reality, as if there was a prosperous Taiqi slowly blooming under his feet, an unparalleled static beauty, looking from a distance, Tian Ma Thunder's whole person was like blooming in a huge lotus, holy and solemn, like a god of war in a flower.

At this time, the cold air of Shao Yulong's Shura Ice Prison roared and swept towards Tian Ma Thunder, and the tyrannical aura destroyed the world.

But—

The howling chill vanished the moment it touched the silver light on Tama Thunderbolt's body.

The white cold air mixed with ice crystals continued to envelop the Ama, but they all stopped outside the range of the silver light, and they couldn't get any closer to the Fieldhorse Thunderbolt.

There is no sadness or joy on Tian Ma's handsome face, and his eyes are as deep as an ancient pool.

Long black hair hunts like the wind.

His whole person entered a strange state, and he stood quietly in place, allowing himself to be surrounded by Shao Yulong's ice storm.