Baguio watched quietly, with his hands on his cheeks, and sat aside.

Although she was also worried about the ghost king in her heart, she didn't show it on her face.

The ghost king fought alone against the two first seats, although it was a little difficult, but it was the unfathomable internal force of the ghost king, which still made her feel at ease.

At some point, the Ghost King suddenly swung out a palm, knocking back the Water Moon Master and the Tianyun Dao people abruptly, but he was also slightly injured by the recoil force.

Everyone didn't know why, but they all stopped one after another, because they also felt that there was a boundless coercion in the sky, spreading towards the entire Qingyun Mountain, it was an invisible qi, as if the Demon Sect people who were going to commit crimes were firmly locked.

The water unicorn in the sky swirled, and the ancient peerless beast opened its eyes.

A body of turquoise scale armor shone in the air, Lingzun didn't know that he had been silent for his youth, and he had been sleeping in the waterhole of Qingyunmen, even if he woke up, people didn't dare to look up.

At this moment, the water qilin looked at the people who came with anger in his eyes, he and the poison god confronted him for a long time, he was difficult to crack the poison god's poisonous gas, but it was also difficult to break through the poison god's defense, under the stalemate between the two, those subtle toxins had slowly invaded its body.

Even if it relies on its thousands of years of internal strength to resist, but after all, it is an old poison god who has played poison all his life, and in terms of yin people, no one can control it.

I saw it open its mouth and spit out, and an ordinary stone sword fell into the hands of a figure.

The stone sword was covered with dense runes and imprints, with subtle cracks on it, dotted with its antiquity, and no one could have imagined that the ancient sword of Zhuxian that had suppressed the two righteous and demonic for thousands of years would look like this.

Zhu Xian's sword came out, the swords on everyone's waists, or the various blades that were being held in their hands exuding countless divine rays, no matter what kind of material they were made of, no matter how great his prestige was, but under this divine power, they all trembled, and ten thousand swords roared in unison, like a supreme emperor of the sword.

Su Yang sat on the side, his eyes calmly looking at the Zhuxian Ancient Sword, the whole body of the ancient sword was rippling and flashing, like clear water.

Su Yang had seen a lot of divine weapons, even the Extreme Dao Blade that suppressed the infinite universe, he had also seen a lot.

He didn't pay attention to the Zhuxian Sword in front of him.

He just didn't expect that after the return of the Artesian Wave Mountain, he would catch up with such a good show, the Qingyunmen civil strife, the Demon Dao invaded on a large scale, and it was only rumored that the Demon Dao was about to move, but he didn't expect to come directly today, wanting to destroy this behemoth that has been inherited for thousands of years.

Qingyunmen is not easy to gnaw, and the Demon Dao is naturally ready to shatter a mouthful of silver teeth.

The quaint stone sword, without any movement, was as warm as jade, lying in the hands of the head of Daoxuan, like an old man who had been silent for countless years.

It is rumored that as soon as the sword of the immortals came out, the immortals shrouded the seven peaks of Qingyunmen, cutting off all the enemies who came to attack, so that the righteous way bowed down to the subordinates, and let the demon road dare not make waves for hundreds of years.

The gods are introverted, and today's Zhuxian Sword still has an immortal prestige, and at this moment, everyone's eyes are solemn.

The Ghost King's eyes were deep, since he had come to Qingyun Gate, he had already expected to face this peerless fierce sword, could the current Dao Xuan Sect still be able to urge?

Dao Xuan had already been hit hard by Cang Song, something they had already planned.

But things are not so perfect, if Cangsong can sneak attack Dao Xuan to death, then they don't have to waste this effort, and it will be easy to capture Qingyun Mountain.

Dao Xuan stood in the air, standing in the air, the expression on his face was not angry but mighty, even if his face was as pale as paper, and he still had a lot of injuries on his body, but for the sake of Qingyunmen, for the safety of the righteous path in the world, and for the sake of the people in the world, he could only do this.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt flashed in the sky, enveloping the main peak of Qingyun Gate.

A seven-colored light slowly gathered in the sky, it was the blade of the Zhuxian Sword, the sword was seven-colored, flashing in an orderly manner, and every time he swung a point, Dao Xuan's face turned pale for a moment.

Zhu Xian's sword is out, who can resist it?

In less than half an hour, most of the Demon Dao has been damaged, which can be described as a great injury to the vitality, and the people who came this time are all the predecessors of the Demon Dao, or the elite disciples and elders of the four major sects of the Demon Dao.

Every loss is enough for the entire Demon Dao to feel distressed, and the death of the whole Demon Dao has made the entire Demon Dao have to make a plan to retreat.

The most powerful demon in the world is nothing more than the four major sects, Yuyangzi's face is a little unpleasant, this time he came to destroy the Qingyun Sect in one fell swoop.

I didn't expect that the Qingyun Gate would be connected, and coupled with the overwhelming power of the Zhuxian Ancient Sword, I am afraid that this time it will be in vain.

"Let's withdraw first, the Zhuxian Sword is really dangerous and abnormal." Yuyangzi said.

The ghost king didn't speak, but they looked at the broken disciples behind them and the colorful sword blades lying across the sky, and they all sighed in their hearts.

If you want to destroy Qingyunmen in one go, you can only exhaust Dao Xuan's strength, but although Dao Xuan's support at this moment is a little unstable, he still has the strength of a battle, and the manipulation of the Zhuxian Sword has not revealed even the slightest flaw.

No one can say how much strength this invincible Qingyun head still has, but if he doesn't leave now, the damage will be even more serious.

But at this moment, a colorful sword qi smashed towards the camp of the righteous path.

At this moment, everyone was on guard against the enemy, and no one noticed this.

"Xiao Fan."

Baguio stood up suddenly, her voice a little flustered.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaofan also felt the sword qi of Zhu Xian, he raised his eyes upwards and met those cold and ruthless eyes.

Complexity flashed in the eyes of the head of Dao Xuan, and some different emotions flashed.

Zhang Xiaofan has the Heavenly Book of the Demon Dao, and he also has a different kind of exercises.

His feeling will not be wrong, it is definitely the Great Mortal Prajna, or the practice of the Demon Dao, although it is very deeply hidden, but compared to him, Zhang Xiaofan is not good at hiding.

Let's ask a disciple with demonic exercises, how can he afford the responsibilities of Qingyunmen?

The moment he looked up, Zhang Xiaofan already knew that Dao Xuan was really going to kill him, this was the pinnacle blow of the Zhuxian Sword, even if it was the head of Dao Xuan, he probably couldn't completely control it.

"Is this the right way?"

Zhang Xiaofan sighed lightly and shook his head, he was a little disappointed in Qingyunmen, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him, and he didn't remember what he had done to hurt the heavens and reason, but in the end it was those division commanders who waved his sword at him.

(End of chapter)