Ximen stared at Wu Shengtian with a sword, and said coldly: "What? Do you want to get involved? ”

Wu Shengtian was stared at by Ximen's murderous gaze, and his heart was bitter.

But there is no way, his net worth and life are in the hands of Ye Yunxiao.

"Young Pavilion Master, I don't want to interfere, I just want to ask the Young Pavilion Master to give me a face, how about letting them go?" Wu Sheng Tianqiang said with a smile.

"Haha, face? Do you dare to talk about face in front of Ben Shao? What do you think you are? I don't care about you! Simon smiled disdainfully.

Wu Shengtian's face was really the same as his surname, and he became black and blue.

"The young pavilion master can't help but take our Tianchi too seriously, when did the Three Holy Lands become the dominant Sword Pavilion family?" Wu Shengtian said angrily.

"Hasn't it always been that way? Your Tianchi and Yao Palace, can be listed as the three holy places alongside our Sword Pavilion, that is when my ancestors gave you face, do you really think that you are worthy of the name of the holy land? Simon laughed with a sword.

Immediately, he laughed and mocked: "My ancestor of the Ximen family gave you face, but it doesn't mean that Young Master Ben still has to give you face now." ”

Wu Shengtian gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, today I Wu Shengtian just won't let me, how will the young pavilion master stay?" ”

"Then you're looking for death." Simon said coldly.

"Okay, this Holy Son is standing here today, if the Young Pavilion Master wants to kill, even if he comes, even if he dies, this Holy Son will never take a step back." Wu Shengtian said sharply, and his cheeks bulged high because he gritted his teeth hard.

"No return? That young master wants to see if you can retreat. Simon Yijian came with some interest.

It's like a well-fed cat that looks at a mouse under its paws and doesn't eat it but just wants to tease it.

Ximen slapped his sword and palm towards Wu Shengtian.

The wind howled, and the spiritual power vibrate.

Wu Shengtian was motionless, and he was forced to accept this palm.

"Poof"

Wu Shengtian spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then, he found that the palm of Simon's sword had penetrated into his internal organs, wringing wildly inside.

"My palm, called the Heart Urging Palm, the heart of the palm is like a knife, the muscles and veins of the whole body are contracted, and the five organs are injured, I want to see if you can bear it for a few seconds." Ximen said proudly with a sword, and then looked at Wu Shengtian with a flawed face.

Wu Shengtian trembled violently, and his face showed pain.

Indeed, the strength of the palm was very painful for him.

However, it felt far from his limit.

He thought that the pain would get stronger and stronger, but he found that the pain was getting lighter and lighter.

That's it......

Compared to Ye Yunxiao's Soul Splitting Needle, this kind of pain is not worth mentioning at all.

I really experienced the Soul Splitting Needle, and there is no more pain in the world worth mentioning.

Ximen stared at Wu Shengtian with a sword, waiting for him to beg for mercy.

But he didn't want to, not only did he not beg for mercy, but his painful expression became more and more relaxed.

Could it be that the spell was cast incorrectly?

"Young Pavilion Master, you don't have enough strength in your heart-urging palm, you just want me to retreat?" Wu Shengtian scoffed.

"You are indeed a hard bone, but what Young Master Ben is most interested in is to make hard bones become soft bones, you don't think it's strong enough, right, then let you taste the broken soul finger." Simon Yijian felt that his face was irrelevant, and he screamed.

After saying that, his figure flashed, and he pointed at Wu Shengtian's forehead.

Wu Shengtian snorted, feeling his soul being torn apart, and his head ached like a hammer.

This painful feeling is much stronger than the heart-urging palm just now.

But compared to Ye Yunxiao's Soul Splitting Needle, it is still too far behind.

Ye Yunxiao said before that there were nine or twelve Soul Splitting Needles, and he had already collapsed after only receiving the second needle.

"Haha, Young Pavilion Master, you just have this little means, if you have enough strength, come again." Wu Shengtian was also out of the way at this time, and laughed wildly.

Ximen's sword was about to explode in anger, and he roared wildly: "The Eighteen Heavenly Sword is out of the ranks, and I will use the Heavenly Sword Qi for Lao Tzu, and I will let his whole body's muscles and flesh be crushed inch by inch by the Heavenly Sword Qi." ”

"Yes."

Immediately, eighteen sword cultivators came out of the ranks, and they looked at Wu Shengtian like dead people.

This Tianchi Holy Son is too ignorant.

Heavenly sword qi, in this world, no one can bear it.

At this moment, the eighteen sword cultivators were in full swing, and the magic sword in his hand rose to the sky.

In an instant, the Heavenly Evil was triggered, turning into layers of dark clouds rolling down.

The air was mixed with sand, and as soon as I inhaled it, I felt that my lungs were going to be torn apart.

"Boom"

There was a muffled sound of thunder all around.

The oppressive force of terror is growing stronger.

An Ruoxi's faces changed drastically, and they felt that the bones in their bodies could not withstand this pressure and were about to be crushed.

This Heavenly Evil Force is not aimed at them, they are already so terrifying.

And what about the targeted Wu Shengtian?

He was in great pain, and blood was already flowing from all seven orifices.

Of course, this kind of pain cannot be compared to the Soul Splitting Needle, but it is not something that ordinary monks can bear.

"Grass, fuck you, come on, what kind of heavenly sword qi is just a fart......" Wu Shengtian was completely insane, and roared wildly while vomiting blood.

Ximen Yijian is also a little dumbfounded, this can't bring down this guy?

He didn't want to really kill Wu Shengtian.

The Sword Pavilion is strong, but if he kills Wu Shengtian, he will completely turn his face with Tianchi.

Turning his face with Tianchi was a decision that only the Sword Pavilion Master could make, so he didn't want to really kill Wu Shengtian anymore if he looked down on Tianchi.

"Damn, Wu Shengtian, you are the Holy Son of Tianchi in vain, and you are willing to be a dog of Ye Yunxiao, if you don't retreat, I will make your entire Tianchi pay the price." Simon said angrily with a sword.

"Lao Tzu doesn't retreat, there is a kind of killing me, Mr. Ye will avenge me." Wu Shengtian gritted a mouthful of blood-soaked teeth and said loudly.

Simon's face was full of hideousness, he couldn't manage so much anymore.

In an instant, he stepped forward and kicked Wu Shengtian, kicking him all away.

Then, he let a group of his subordinates rush towards An Ruoxi's four people.

At this moment, the fairy ring in An Ruoxi's hand erupted into a light curtain, enveloping several people.

Countless attacks bombarded it, causing ripples, but they couldn't be cracked.

"Young Pavilion Master, this protective magic array is too strong, I'm afraid that it will be difficult to break during the Jindan period." A Sword Pavilion Monk.

"If the Jindan period can't be broken, then use the Yuanying Treasure Talisman, this woman, Young Master Ben has to catch it no matter what." Simon said angrily with a sword.

At this time, he took out a Yuan Infant Treasure Talisman, which was also his only Yuan Infant Treasure Talisman, which was his ultimate weapon.

In an instant, this treasure talisman turned into an extremely terrifying spiritual light sword and slashed at the light curtain on An Ruoxi's body.

Suddenly, the protective aura shield shattered.

"Who dares to touch my Ye Yunxiao's woman, looking for death!" At this moment, a thunderous cheer exploded.

A spirit sword shot out from the clouds, and in an instant, more than a dozen foundation building monks were pierced, and blood splattered everywhere.

Finally, it shot like a bolt of lightning at the center of Simon's sword.

Simon Yijian suddenly felt cold, his pupils were dilated, and his whole person seemed to have fallen into hell, and the shadow of death completely enveloped him.

"Bell"

Just when Simon thought he was going to die, a piece of jade he was carrying shattered and turned into a spiritual light that struck the spirit sword that shot at him.

The spirit sword was shaken open, and Ximen Yijian was about to weaken all over, and even his crotch was a little wet, as if he couldn't help but pee a few drops just now.

At this time, Ye Yunxiao's figure appeared instantly, as if he had stepped out of the void.

Ximen took a sword and a spirit, and the sword in his hand was on An Ruoxi's neck.

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