On the long street, two people are still and moving, forming a stark contrast.

The movers are like thunder, magnificent, but the quiet ones are like old monks, deaf to them.

Su Xiaoqi looked at the battle in the field, and only felt that the mirror was really unbelievably powerful, but other than that, he didn't see anything, he really didn't understand where Tong Sanniang's so-called benefits were.

Could it be that my understanding is too low to see why?

When I thought about it, I sighed imperceptibly.

An elder of Haotian Sect was already so terrifying, when would he be able to bring Su Rufan back?

This subtle change did not escape Tong Sanniang's eyes, she just smiled lightly, and did not comfort anything.

Everyone has their own way to go, and there will always be obstacles of one kind or another on the road, whether to overcome these obstacles or to stop from there, it is all a personal creation, and it is not good for others to say anything.

Just like Su Xiaoqi at this moment, whether to choose to surpass a stronger opponent, or to be frightened by the strength of the opponent, and lose the will to practice from now on, is Su Xiaoqi's own choice.

On the field, the elder of Haotian Sect had already sacrificed his natal flying sword, and in this way, he not only broke Wu Yuan's sword talisman, but also forced Wu Yuan to retreat again and again.

Seeing this, Su Xiaoqi was inevitably a little worried, and even Tong Sanniang was faintly worried.

Although she knew that Wu Yuan was also a strong person in the Divine Mirror, she had never seen him make a move, so she naturally didn't know what his real combat power was, not to mention that the enemy he was facing at the moment was not only the same Divine Mirror, but also a sword cultivator known for his killing power.

Wu Yuan retreated to the door of the immortal drunk, and then stopped, and at the moment when his footsteps stopped, there were ripples on the ground he had just passed, and then there was a scene that Su Xiaoqi could not forget in his life.

On the ground, blue iron chains appeared out of thin air, crisscrossing and shuttling across the streets, binding the natal flying sword in it.

In just an instant, the entire street was formed into a chain cage.

Locking Sword Charm.

This scene made Su Xiaoqi fascinated.

It turns out that the world of cultivation is so wonderful and so shocking.

At this moment, he finally understood what the short man had said in the immortal drunkenness.

Since a person has embarked on the path of cultivation, he should aspire to a wider sky.

The shock brought by the power of the previous mirror has long since disappeared, and at this moment, in his heart, there is only an infinite yearning for the strong.

Walk with the sword, enjoy the world, draw talismans to exorcise demons, move mountains and reclaim the sea, look up to the heavens and the earth, and reach out to pick up the stars......

How can such an extraordinary world not make people yearn for it?

After successfully condensing the sword lock talisman, Wu Yuan did not stop, and began to draw talismans with his hands as a pen and heaven and earth as paper.

He drew extremely slowly, but every time he put down his brush, a ripple would ripple in the street, and above the sky, thunder exploded, and a purple-gold pagoda slowly appeared.

As the pagoda became more and more complete, a powerful Wia filled the streets, as if to crush everything to dust.

Su Xiaoqi almost felt like he was going to suffocate, and his legs couldn't support the weight of his body, if it wasn't for Tong Sanniang's move to isolate this world, Su Xiaoqi would probably have to fall to his knees.

Seeing the purple-gold pagoda condensed and formed, the old man in the green robe changed his complexion greatly, and blurted out in exclamation: "Zhenjian Fu?!

The charm master's means is nothing more than drawing talismans, all kinds of talismans, among which there are many talismans specifically for sword cultivation, and among these talismans, the town sword talisman belongs to a higher rank, and it is rumored that this kind of talisman can not only suppress the natal flying sword, but even directly crush the natal flying sword, which is terrifying.

Of course, although the town sword rune is strong, but after all, it still depends on the strength of the person who drew the rune, if the town sword rune is drawn by a talisman master who looks at the sea mirror, it will naturally not achieve such an effect, in the same way, if it is drawn by a strong man on the mirror of the gods, I am afraid that everything around has already been crushed into powder.

After successfully drawing the Zhenjian talisman, Wu Yuan did not make a move, but stared at the elder of Haotian Sect opposite, and said solemnly: "This talisman is the talisman I can draw with the highest rank now, you may be able to break it, and you may even kill me, but I also know very well that if that is the case, you will not be happy, maybe you will lose this natal flying sword, even if you don't die, you and I have no grievances, do you really want to die?"

The old man in the green robe was obviously hesitating, and his eyes were directly locked on Su Xiaoqi on the street, full of monstrous killing intent.

He snorted coldly, and immediately put away the natal flying sword and the saber.

With a wave of Wu Yuan's hand, the purple-gold pagoda in the sky also disappeared, and those thunderbolts suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the coercion that permeated this heaven and earth was also gone.

Nothing seems to have happened. Only those criss-crossing sword marks reminded people of how earth-shattering the battle just now.

After the old man in the green robe received the natal flying sword, he said coldly to Su Xiaoqi: "Boy, you are lucky today, you better burn incense and pray to the Buddha that you can always have such luck, otherwise next time it will not be as simple as death." ”

Tong Sanniang has lifted the ban, Su Xiaoqi has also regained some strength, his eyes are also staring at each other, at this moment, he is really fearless.

Not because Tong Sanniang and Wu Yuan are there, but because he firmly believes that one day he can become so strong, or even stronger, and at that time, that is when he brings Su Rufan back.

He didn't know how long it would take, but he was convinced that there would come a day, even if it would be ten years, even a hundred years.

So she stepped forward, her tone was flat, and there were no emotional fluctuations, she just said so plainly: "One day, I will go to Haotian Sect in person, I hope you are not dead at that time." ”

The old man in the green robe was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, how did he not know what Su Xiaoqi meant, it was nothing more than that this kid regarded himself as young and thought that he could live longer than himself, but how did he know that the real strong man didn't care about the passage of time.

Time is ruthless, that is for ordinary people, for cultivators, time is nothing, this is one of the purposes of cultivation.

What is a strong person? That is to live the same life with heaven and earth, and to compete for glory with the sun and the moon.

Besides, would you allow an enemy to grow up and put a knife on your neck one day?

Those plots that only appear in deductive novels are impossible to appear in my own place.

He nodded, and said with a smile: "That seat is waiting for you in Haotian Sect, this seat used the sword in his hand to nail your father to the stone pillar of the sword pool, and in the future, I will also use this sword to nail your body next to your father, which can be regarded as reuniting your father and son." ”

Hearing this, Wu Yuan and Tong Sanniang both looked at Su Xiaoqi. This is obviously a radical method, and they are really worried about what Su Xiaoqi will do after being provoked.

Now the two sides are deadlocked because a Wu Yuan is in the middle, but if Su Xiaoqi breaks this subtle deadlock by himself, even if Tong Sanniang and Wu Yuan make a move at the same time, it will be difficult to guarantee that Su Xiaoqi is fine.

It is too easy for a sword cultivator who looks at the mirror of the gods to kill a mortal body mirror who has just started.

Fortunately, Su Xiaoqi didn't make any moves, not even a little mood swing, which made Tong Sanniang and Wu Yuan breathe a sigh of relief.

Su Xiaoqi just raised his head slightly, looked at the elder of Haotian Sect, and then showed an unprecedented smile and said softly: "On that day, no matter whether Su Rufan was really killed by you or not, I will treat it as if you killed it." ”

The old man in the green robe narrowed his eyes, the last bit of scheming was in vain, he had actually been gathering momentum on the natal flying sword, as long as Su Xiaoqi was stimulated and out of Wu Yuan's control, he guaranteed to be able to kill with one blow, even if it was the sea viewing mirror, it would be useless.

But Su Xiaoqi didn't, which surprised him a little, how could a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy have this determination?

In any case, it is impossible to kill this disgusting scumbag today.

But he is not in a hurry, since Su Xiaoqi appeared in Panyang Town, then he has a chance, of course he will not let Su Xiaoqi grow, even if this guy does not have any talent, even if he doesn't believe in the plots that only appear in deductive novels, but what if?

The path of cultivation is long, and it is not fearless, on the contrary, there are many existences that make practitioners have to be cautious, and among them, there is this what if.

He snorted coldly and left directly.

The robe is fluttering, the sword aura is like a rainbow, and it looks like an immortal.

The Jiang family didn't have to go, a strong man who looked at the mirror of the gods took action in person, and he couldn't even kill an ant with a mortal mirror, he really didn't have that face.

As for the disciple he chose with great difficulty, since the sword heart has been shattered, he has no chance with sword cultivation, and his fate should be like this, and what he can do as a master is to avenge him.

As for what will happen in the future, it is all his own creation, and it has nothing to do with himself and Haotian Sect.

On the road of cultivation, the road is ruthless.

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Castle Lord's Mansion.

A plump and beautiful woman looked up at the streamer in the sky, her face was full of indignation, she spit fiercely at the streamer that went west, and said hatefully: "I, what kind of mirror is the god, what is the most lethal, I can't even kill a mortal mirror, and I am embarrassed to call myself a sword cultivator?"

The streamer had disappeared, but the woman was so angry that she stomped her foot fiercely, "Little slut, you are a little slut, what qualifications do you have to compare with my Xue'er? Your damn father is dead, if you hide with your tail between your legs, you dare to appear in front of me, since you want to disgust me, I will let you break your body into pieces!"

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and a face that she would never get tired of looking at became a little gloomy and distorted.

She said viciously: "I didn't expect Haotian Sect to be so unhelpful, you little scumbag has a backer, right? Okay, I really don't believe it." ”

With that, she turned and walked back to the house.

On this day, there was a letter that departed from the city lord's mansion in Panyang Town and headed east to Qichao Mountain.

And while the woman was doing all this, there was a beautiful girl dressed in white, who had been watching.

She didn't say anything to stop her, just sighed faintly.

She actually wanted to tell her mother and father that she didn't need to be so troublesome, she really didn't need to.

Since that person is implicated with himself, he should cut off this implication with his own hands.

The avenue is ruthless, rolling red dust, and a sword is gone.