Looking at Zhu Yunchu, who was almost crazy, Yan Liaoyuan snorted lightly, turned around and glanced at the people of the Eight Great Sects: "Do you want to be stubborn!"

Everyone was silent, looking at the surrounding guards in the sky and the ground, their hearts hesitated, and one carelessness was the end of the catastrophe.

Just when the audience was silent, Silent Dust stood up, and the white hair on his head flashed in the sun.

Yan Liaoyuan looked at the upright Lonely Dust, his eyes flickered, as if pitiful and respectful, in his opinion, Silent Dust was the one who should stand up the most, and it was also the one he least wanted to stand up.

"Zhu Sect Master, I am waiting for today's Tang to be offended, but in fact, I was blinded by lard, the immortal level exercise is the creation that only heaven and earth can have, and a group of our ordinary people boast that they can take it for themselves after cultivating the Xuan Dao, which is really stupid. The way of heaven is constant, the world is impermanent, what if you go against your heart and seek the supreme avenue. Today's situation, if you can't solve it, that's when I'm happy", Silent Dust usually has a lot of emotion in front of him, and there is no trace of emotion in his empty eye sockets.

"Sect Master Lonely is transcendent, he is really a generation of Xuandao Grandmaster, it is really admirable, but the Tao is at his feet, he relies on himself to go, please think twice", Yan Liaoyuan patiently continued to persuade.

Listening to Yan Liaoyuan's words, how could he not hear the meaning of recruiting peace and cherishing talents, but his body was old, and he was already blinded by the so-called immortal-level exercises, and wanted to go further.

"Your Majesty doesn't need to say much, you are old and talented, and you can learn Your Majesty's tricks", Silent Dust shook his head and took a step forward again.

"Okay, I'll fulfill you", Yan Liaoyuan waved his hand lightly, and the yellow ancient sword appeared out of thin air, holding it in his hand.

As Yan Liaoyuan held the sword, the surrounding white gas was permeated, covering the sky and the sun, and the speed of the wind seemed to be faster.

The white hair of the lonely dust blown by the wind was even more vicissitudes, and with a flick of his big sleeves, a blue picture appeared in front of him.

Yan Liaoyuan gathered enough majestic power, and suddenly struck, "Great ingenuity does not work", the sword qi on the yellow ancient sword is no longer lingering, but the strong wind that will hover.

"This is the fifth realm of the supreme sword technique, the sword wind is breathless!" Qin Yang felt the aftermath of the sword wind in the distance, and his heart was infinitely shocked and yearned.

The strong wind slashed on the Qiankun pattern like a sharp knife, and the blue Qiankun diagram suddenly shone brightly, and the internal pattern structure was constantly changing in the upper and lower sides, as if it was unloading the power of the sword wind.

Yan Liaoyuan held the yellow ancient sword and continued to slash, and the strong wind converged to form a sea of wind, and the two of them lived in the eye of the wind. One person is the main attacker, and the other person is the main defense.

Whether it is an outer disciple who has not entered the Middle Realm or a powerhouse of the Fuyao Realm who is watching the battle above the sky, he was shocked by the earth-shattering battle between the two, this momentum can move mountains and split the ground, and it is definitely not something that ordinary Fuyao Realm powerhouses can compare.

"The pinnacle of the Fuyao Realm! Lonely Dust has been famous for a long time, and he has been immersed in the realm of Fuyao Realm for hundreds of years, and then he has been unable to break through that layer of paper after decades of retreat, so it seems that time is running out, so he went to the Qingyang Sect to search for the unwarranted immortal level exercises and want to get one step closer, so as to gain a few hundred years of life", the Great Elder Xu Guan sighed with one hand, and gradually saw the ins and outs.

Zhu Yunchu stood in star, looking at the sky and the two of them smiled bitterly, their red faces have passed, and any martial arts supreme is a mirage after all.

The path of the strong is destined to be pedaled by the strong, and sometimes the preaching can only be done with life.

Yan Liaoyuan changed his sword moves again, "Spring Thunder Rolling", and a thunderous sound echoed in the sea of wind, becoming squeezing this space every moment.

Seeing the opponent's change of moves, Silent Dust put his hands together, pointed at the Qiankun pattern, and in an instant, the pattern swelled, fission in all directions, turning into identical branches, wrapping himself inside.

Yan Liaoyuan saw that he couldn't attack for a long time, and he lost patience for a while, so he flew the yellow ancient sword away, and the ancient sword carried the wind, stabbing it on the Qiankun pattern with one blow, and hitting a big hole.

Silent Dust was not disturbed by the sudden flaws, his whole body exerted his strength, and he pointed his backhand again, and his clothes hunted. The hole was sealed again, and the ancient sword was trapped in it and could not extricate itself.

"Hmph", Yan Liaoyuan pursed his lips, as if he was dissatisfied with Lonely Dust's only defense and not offense.

"If it's just like this, I'm afraid that Sect Master Lonely will be defeated", suddenly Yan Liaoyuan's fists were clenched together, his muscles were tense, "stuck", there seemed to be a breaking sound coming, Yan Liaoyuan's breath changed, and the moisture around his body instantly condensed into ice, like a sharp sword suspended in the air.

"What! this is a half-step feather"!

"Oh my God, this is a fairy trick."

"Is Emperor Dayan so strong, who else can be defeated in this wilderness."

Finally, for Emperor Dayan, it is no longer the surprise at the beginning, nor the horror later, but the real despair, the Fuyao Realm is the pinnacle that everyone in the world knows so far, as for the Feather Realm, it has not been seen for hundreds of years.

Although Emperor Dayan is a half-step feather realm at this time, it is different from the Fuyao realm, the legend of feathering and ascending immortals is not a human self-fiction, and no one has reached that realm in the distant wilderness, such as the savior of this wilderness - "Wilderness", which is a strong person beyond the feather realm.

Lonely Dust felt the strength mixed with different breaths, and finally felt a little moved, it was the realm of his dreams, but he was taken first by a shortcut who could be regarded as his junior, and the loneliness was incomprehensible.

Yan Liaoyuan's fingers moved again, and the yellow ancient sword seemed to be a blade, constantly moving forward, and the speed was constantly accelerating.

"Boom"!

A cracking sound came, and the pattern slowly dispersed, and the white hair of the lonely dust scattered, and a large hole appeared between his chest, with an unbelievable look, he really couldn't imagine that the half-step Feather Transformation Realm would become like this.

As the sea of wind gradually fell silent, the dry body of a generation of Xuandao Grandmasters fell backwards and fell to the ground, and sank.

There is no mourning and music, only the silence of the central square.

"It's time for you to make a choice, too much time has been wasted, my patience is limited", Yan Liaoyuan's majestic threatening voice spread through everyone's eardrums, not letting this world fall silent for too long with the death of Silent Dust.

"Wang Lei, you", suddenly Yan Liaoyuan glanced back in the direction of Yuyang Gate.

Following Yan Liaoyuan's deep gaze, Wang Lei was in a trance for a while, and then turned into a trembling, his knees weakened, and he fell to his knees.

"Very good", as soon as Yan Liaoyuan's voice fell, a golden light in his left hand turned into an arc and hit Wang Lei's brain, and continued: "I have left a wisp of spiritual power in your sea of knowledge, if you dare to betray in your heart, I will know that as long as you gently detonate your spiritual power, your head will explode into slag."

"Wang Lei doesn't dare, from now on, only His Majesty's horse head is the first to see", Wang Lei followed the golden light into his brain, and after a spasm, he was even more panicked, so he buried his head lower, and did not dare to look directly at the radiant Emperor Dayan in front of him.

Seeing Wang Lei surrendering to the ground, all the disciples of Yuyang Sect also knelt down in fear.

Yan Liaoyuan glanced at the dozens of people who fell to the ground and ignored them.

Before Yan Liaoyuan could name him again, Qiu Zhi, who was gloomy on the side, also followed Wang Lei's example and knelt on the ground and said loudly: "Qiu Zhi is willing to swear allegiance to Your Majesty."

Hearing Qiu Zhi's eyes, Yan Liaoyuan turned his head and looked at the black-clothed man who knelt on the ground with interest: "The shadow is broken, it's very mysterious, you want to be loyal to me, it's to know the current affairs, but I don't dare to use it, I can't raise the owner's dog."

Qiu Zhi was just about to defend himself, but he saw a sword shadow slashing by, fast and fast, and Qiu Zhi hurriedly drew it to resist more and more.

A skull is on the ground, Qiu Zhi's torso is standing upright, a pair of big hands are fixed in the posture of lifting the knife upward, and the wounds on the neck are bubbling with blood, and the death is extremely terrifying.

When the disciples who came with the shadow broken gate saw Qiu Zhi being beheaded by a sword, they all broke their courage and knelt on the ground and shouted, "Your Majesty spares your life."

"It's really noisy", Yan Liaoyuan waved his hand, and a figure in the air could understand it, and when he flew over, a burst of silver light flashed, and dozens of people were all in different places.

When the other factions saw this disagreement, Emperor Dayan, who went on a killing spree, began to be frightened, and they all fell to the ground.

The silent sigh remembered in the hearts of the remaining rows of powerhouses in the Fuyao Realm, those who know the times are Junjie, and life is the most important, and they all knelt down in mid-air when they thought of this.

Killing chickens and monkeys is really a tried and tested method, Yan Liaoyuan looked at the hundreds of people who surrendered, and finally showed a satisfied smile.

"Hmm, Qingyang Sect is really a good backbone, since it is so stubborn, there is no need to exist, and you Hua Qingmei, your Cold Moon Sect is also a good backbone, let's be buried with this Qingyang Sect", looking at Qingyang Sect standing upright one by one, Yan Liaoyuan faintly felt a violent anger welling up in his heart. As for the beautiful woman of the Cold Moon Sect, she also had a disdainful expression on her face at this time, which made Yan Liaoyuan extremely dissatisfied.

"Kill"!

With a slaughter order, it was like a butcher's knife being spit out, and more than ten black shadows in the sky moved, and the black guards on the ground also moved.

Xu Guan, Zhao Xi and others met the enemy together, and even if they were defeated, they did not have the slightest fear. However, Bai Jing was stunned by the scene just now, and he didn't dare to bargain with Yan Liaoyuan, who was like a butcher in front of him, for fear of provoking one of his displeasures, so he clicked himself.

The powerful and well-trained Guards were Yan Liaoyuan's most proud masterpiece in the past twenty years, and with his continuous cooperation, he began to massacre thousands of disciples of the Qingyang Sect as if they had entered a flock.

Even if there are brute bulls and Liu Yuanping's generation struggling to resist, they are just barely protecting themselves.

Facing the tide of the guards, Qin Yang was anxious. While desperately resisting, he looked for Chu Ling'er.

The female disciples of the Cold Moon Sect also fell one by one, and the senior sister who took the lead in Qingyang Town was scattered on her forehead at this time, and she kept slashing and killing.

"Zhu Yunchu, what is it like to watch thousands of disciples of your Qingyang Sect fall into the souls of my guards under the sword. If you descend to me, they can all live, you might as well think about it", Yan Liaoyuan looked at Zhu Yunchu in front of him and continued to seduce.

Looking at the disciples of the Qingyang Sect who were constantly falling to the ground, Zhu Yunchu's heart was like a Pacific Ocean bursting embankment, full of bitter water.

A green robe fell, and the Elder of the Contribution Hall fell.

Looking at the senior brother who took a lot of care of him when he entered the sect, he fell on the spot, and looked at Zhou Yi's stiff body on the side, Zhu Yunchu gritted his teeth, the thousand-year-old foundation of the sect was about to be destroyed, but he couldn't stop it.

Incompetent, powerless, helpless!