Su Xuan's words came out.

Zheng Yao's cloudy eyes, which were so old that they were deeply sunken, twitched hard.

Surprised.

Then came wrath.

If it weren't for Su Xuan's two servants, one was the young sect master Li Dao from the Tailing Sect, and the other was Ji Xuan, the disciple of the Taishang Elder from the True Refining Sect, Su Xuan would not be qualified to talk to him at all.

If it weren't for his two servants, Zheng Yao wouldn't have talked nonsense at all, and he would have killed Su Xuan directly.

He's enough to save face.

It can be regarded as pleading with Su Xuan, he is a dignified existence of the eighth layer of the True Yuan Realm, the old eunuch in the Qing Dynasty in front of the hall, and the living fossil-like figures, all pleaded in a consultative tone, and the result was ......

At the bottom of Zheng Yao's heart, there was already a strong murderous intent.

Not far away.

Zheng Qiankun and the other five people were excited!!

They are not afraid of Su Xuan's arrogance, they are afraid that Su Xuan will not be arrogant.

Only when arrogance angers the ancestor of Zheng Xuan, will the ancestor of Zheng Yao make a dead hand, and will let Su Xuan die miserably.

In the distance, the onlookers were crowded, with fear in the silence, some confusion in fear, and some expectation in confusion.

The mountain breeze is blowing, but the atmosphere is inexplicably cold and stiff.

Old Ancestor Zheng stared at Su Xuan quietly.

"Sometimes, young people, impulsiveness comes at a price. ”

Old Ancestor Zheng is already murderous and manic, but he is still willing to give Su Xuan a chance, the reason is very simple, Su Xuan is easy to kill, a waste that he can pinch to death a thousand times with one hand, but the background of Su Xuan's two servants is too terrifying.

As a last resort, he didn't want to fight with Su Xuan, to be precise, he didn't want to fight with Su Xuan's two servants.

In fact, he couldn't understand why Ji Xuan and Li Dao were willing to become Su Xuan's servants, this was really incredible, and he even suspected that Ji Xuan and Li Dao had a problem with their brains.

"Hands-on. Su Xuan ignored Zheng Xuan Ancestor, but looked at Ji Xuan and Li Dao, and said lightly.

It just so happens that I haven't tested the strength of the two for a while, and I don't know if there has been any effort in the recent period.

The sharp sword is the pinnacle of the second layer of the True Yuan Realm.

Ji Xuan is the early stage of the third layer of the True Yuan Realm.

Both of them have a certain ability to fight beyond the ranks.

If the two of them join forces to fight against this eighth-layer old miscellaneous hair of the True Yuan Realm, although the winning side is still very small, they can exercise themselves to some extent.

As for the safety of the two, naturally don't worry, he is present.

"Yes. Ji Xuan and Li Dao nodded heavily, in their hearts, they were excited, in ordinary times, they wanted to fight to the death with the existence of the eighth layer of the True Yuan Realm, but there was no chance, after all, their strength did not allow them to seek death.

But at this moment, the master was present.

Life and death safety is not an issue.

They can open up the !!

There is no need to leave a way to fight to the death.

This is definitely a big gain for martial arts cultivators.

"Hmph. Old Ancestor Zheng was completely furious, and Su Xuan's attitude made his murderous intent swell to the point of overflowing.

Abruptly, Old Ancestor Zheng raised his head.

A wave of killing intent, killing Xiao Se, pungent and bloody, rushed forward, the killing intent rolled in, and it was overwhelming towards Su Xuan.

"Roll !!" In the same second, the body of the sharp knife moved, blocking in front of Su Xuan, and suddenly drew his sword, and the sword opened horizontally.

In the body, the vitality exploded and roared, and it surged into the arm and into the long sword.

The long sword was transparent, the light flickered, sharp and piercing, tearing through the air.

The faint and pure smell of the sword is lingering, and the sound of the sword is clear, like thunder......

Under the concussion of the arm, the long sword carried a majestic force and poured out.

The single black sword was indomitable, facing the killing intent aura of Zheng Yao Ancestor.

Hiss!

The sword light easily cut through a pale red cloth like a sword path, and shattered the overwhelming killing intent.

At the same time, the footsteps of the sharp knife moved strangely, the wrist was continuously flipped and raised, and the long sword in his hand seemed to be in the spirit, smart and fast.

Whoosh ......

The sharp knife bullied forward, without fear, as if, Zheng Yao was not an old monster of the True Yuan Realm at all, but a scarecrow, as he was advancing, his eyes were sharp, locking on Zheng Yao's ancestor, and the long sword in his hand was amazingly fast.

Consecutive sword shots.

One sword and one sword, extremely accurate.

From all directions, he stared at Zheng Yao Ancestor.

It's all offense, no defense at all.

"En?" Zheng Yao Ancestor was originally not very serious, after all, whether it was Ji Xuan or Li Dao, the realm was six small levels lower than him, what is the concept of six small levels? One day and one place, you don't need to be serious at all to crush the two of them.

But with the sharp knife, he realized that he was wrong.

It's not easy.

The powerful sword is much stronger than the ordinary martial arts cultivators of the second layer of the True Yuan Realm.

Zheng Yao Ancestor was even more shocked to feel that the sword of the powerful sword could actually give him a dangerous taste.

Frightened and frightened, there is boundless jealousy.

He Zheng sickle and has been cultivating martial arts for more than two hundred years.

Spanning three centuries.

I don't know how much it cost.

Look at the sharp knife again, at the age of twenty, he has such terrifying strength?!

The heavens are unfair.

Unjust.

Under the anger, some fierce colors appeared on Zheng Yao's face, and the heavy knife he was carrying behind his back suddenly picked it up.

The black cloth wrapped around the heavy knife shattered into pieces at once.

Bite.

The heavy sword is silvery-white.

Half a foot wide.

It is more than three feet long.

Heavy, sharp, and elaborate in the cold light.

On the blade, it contains blood-colored charm and is full of evil spirit.

This knife has been around for many years, but one or two hundred years ago, when he was still a eunuch in the palace, an executioner at that time gave it to him in order to please himself.

This knife, which was used as a head-cutting knife back then, has been impregnated with thousands of lives, and it has a strong evil spirit.

Ordinary martial arts cultivators, facing this sword, would feel dizzy when they looked at it, let alone fighting.

"Yellow-haired children, I don't know whether to live or die. Zheng Yao Ancestor roared, his voice was full of anger, like a thunderous shock, and his hoarse voice revealed cruelty, holding a knife in both hands, opening and closing, not retreating but advancing.

Sonorous and sonorous......

Suddenly, the sword and the blade intertwined.

The sound is brittle.

Collide with fireworks.

The air is fleeing.

Zheng Yao's ancestor practiced the "Amaterasu Scorching Sun Heart Method", which was a superior qigong practice method in the Qing Palace before that year, and he had practiced for nearly two hundred years.

Zheng Yao's ancestor is strong, pure, and scorching.

Under the condensation of his vitality, the blade became more and more refined, and it had to be substantiated.

The blades are simple, but they are precise, and every time, they are all against the sharp sword.

It is clearly visible that the blade has an absolute advantage.

Both in strength and sharpness.

The gap is still quite large.

For a while, Li Dao's face turned slightly pale.

But he could only grit his teeth, try his best to urge the vitality in his body, and make his sword more quickly.

A sword, a sword, almost staggered into a sword net.

Resist in front of you.