A huge ice dragon that winded dozens of feet fell from the sky, and instantly smashed on a Blood Luo Sect Ancestor Infant, and after a flash of cold light in the dragon's eyes, he fought directly with him, and between his gestures, he was full of violent fluctuations and momentum.

High in the sky, two old men dressed in plain white linen came together, one of them was not angry and arrogant, and his hair was flying like snow, and the other was mediocre, like a mortal old man.

But on the two of them, the cold air was spraying thinly, and they turned out to be powerful monks at the peak of the early Yuan Infant stage!

Compared with the natal ice dragon battle spirit summoned by the white-haired old man, the supernatural power exerted by the unattractive old man was even more earth-shattering.

As he stepped on the wind and snow, he rushed all the way, and above his dry and emaciated right hand, a blue-white ice crystal that emitted a biting cold aura condensed and formed, expanding incredibly in the air, turning into an ice pick hundreds of zhang in size, like a small mountain, and threw it towards the square in an instant.

Everywhere I went, the sky was cold and the air froze.

The thin old man's eyes flashed, and he shouted, "Ice Storm!"

The mountain-like ice picks burst open in an instant, turning into thousands of sharp ice crystals scattered in all directions, accompanied by the violent ice and snow that suddenly rose, and instantly collided with the monstrous sea of blood cast by another primordial ancestor of the Blood Luo Sect, causing the earth to tremble.

The white-haired old man opened his mouth and spit out a snow-white blade magic weapon from his abdomen, turning into a cold giant blade several times larger than his body, setting off a burst of cold air, and instantly plunged into the battlefield.

The white-haired old man was full of murderous intent, and his attack was full of terrifying killing moves, and the cold spiritual power of his body poured out with no effort, freezing bursts of filthy and powerful blood into ice.

He said to Zhao Xiuyun, "These three old bastards are handed over to the two of us, Sect Master Zhao just goes to kill the red ghost miscellaneous, it is best to kill him directly!"

A terrifying anger and grief appeared on his face, "If you dare to kill my disciple, even the Blood Luo Sect will have to pay the price! It's a big deal to set off a sectarian war, it just so happens that this Tianhe Continent should also be reshuffled!"

When Zhao Xiuyun heard this, his heart was terrified, and he didn't have time to clench his fists and thank him, but after just a little nod, his body merged into the sword array like sword light, and he fought fiercely with the Red Ghost Ancestor, causing the aura to explode and collapse one after another, and the momentum was huge.

Everyone looked at this scene with some shock, and some of the lower three realm cultivators with low cultivation immediately left the battlefield, for fear that these land immortals would crush them and crush them.

Zhao Shenbi saw Zhao Xiuyun's move for the first time today, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and said in shock: "After Daddy broke through the Yuanying Realm, is he actually so strong......

High in the sky, with the revenge of the two Supreme Elders of Icewind Valley and the Cold Spirit Sect, they couldn't help but throw themselves into the battlefield, which had already pushed the situation to the forefront.

Some sect families who have fallen in the dojo or who have already formed a grudge are also under the watchful eye at this moment, and they are provoked to break out into a big war, and the ancestors in the door are even more after receiving the summons, they immediately broke through the barrier and rushed towards the imperial city.

The Immortal Emperor Gao Xiuyun, who leaned on the dragon chair and had not said a word, let Gao Yu plead bitterly, and did not give a helping hand to Zhao Shenbi, who had great merit, finally slowly opened his eyes at this moment, looking at the fluctuations of the fighting method in the sky like a landslide and a ground crack.

A fire ignited in his eyes, and he said angrily, "Fight in front of me, do you really think that Gao Xiuyun is dead!"

As soon as these words came out, a wave of Yuanying Realm Great Perfection cultivation fluctuations erupted like a volcano, accompanied by the heaven-shattering dragon groan spit out by the golden dragon behind him, which made everyone's hearts tremble.

Some of the Lower Three Realm cultivators who were not high in cultivation were just swept away by the aftermath, and blood spurted wildly in an instant, and a strong shock and horror appeared in their eyes.

High in the sky, the seven ancestors of the Yuanying Great Monk were shocked under this dragon chant, and after glancing at Gao Xiuyun with great fear, they immediately put away the magic weapon and fell to the ground like a meteor.

Zhao Xiuyun took the sword behind him, and after pulling Zhao Shenbi forward and bowing, he said coldly with some anger: "Today, the four Yuanying monks of the Blood Luo Sect bullied the small with the big, and they shamelessly attacked Wu'er. ”

Having said that, Zhao Xiuyun's tone was not half apologetic, but full of cold anger, obviously extremely annoyed that Gao Xiuyun actually crossed the river and demolished the bridge, and stood by and watched.

Gao Xiuyun seemed to have become a little weaker after showing his might, and even his complexion became desolate, and after glancing at Zhao Xiuyun weakly at this moment, he nodded slightly and did not say a word.

Seeing this, the Red Ghost Ancestor immediately shook his blood and qi, and said with a fierce light in his eyes, "My Blood Luo Sect Dao Son Xue Liang was killed by this cunning little mongrel with treacherous tricks, which caused my Blood Luo Sect to lose countless fortunes, such a vicious and vicious criminal, harboring evil intentions, in order to harm the fellow Daoists of the Tianhe Continent, the old man will eliminate the harm for the cultivation realm!"

The vicissitudes of the Red Ghost Ancestor's voice echoed through the square like rolling thunder, leaving all the monks speechless for a while.

Sure enough, in the cultivation realm, fists are the greatest truth. As the first sect in the Tianhe Continent, the Blood Luo Sect was used to being arrogant and domineering, and he had already subconsciously felt that it was natural for his disciples to kill others, but on the contrary, it became intolerable.

Without waiting for Zhao Xiuyun to speak, Zhao Shenbi sneered, "Old bastard, keep your mouth clean! You blood path demon cultivators are the treacherous people who everyone in the cultivation realm can be punished, and you are also worthy of making a big fuss here? Xue Liang wanted to kill me, but he fell into my hands, his skills are not as good as others, who can blame him? If I don't kill him, can I just let him slaughter him?"

He stepped forward, his eyes were red, flashing with bitter hatred and murderous intent, "And Xue Liang killed Han Feng and Zhang Guyu in my team for no reason, how should this debt be calculated? ”

As soon as these words came out, the blood Luo Sect's several Yuan Infant powers were almost spurting blood, and they couldn't wait to drain Zhao Shenbi's soul and refine his soul.

The Red Ghost Ancestor gritted his teeth and said, "Good for you, a sharp-toothed boy!"

The two ancestors from Hanzhou, after taking over the remnants of the two Tianjiao disciples from Zhao Shenbi at this moment, couldn't help but show a look of grief and indignation, and the cold qi was agitated all over their bodies, looking at the eyes of the four people of the Blood Luo Sect, there was undisguised killing intent.

All of a sudden, the air was filled with the strong smell of gunpowder again, and it seemed that if they didn't agree with each other, they would fight again.

Seeing this, Gao Xiuyun snorted coldly and said, "A few fellow Daoists also ask each of them to go back to the sect, I, the Gao family, am the main party in this matter, and I have my own decision!"

When everyone heard this, not only did they not have any intention of retreating, but their murderous intent became more and more intense.

Seeing that everyone was indifferent and looked unwilling to give up, Gao Xiuyun laughed angrily, and immediately stood up from the dragon chair, and the Yuanying Great Perfection cultivation erupted.

He sneered, "What, if you think that the old man is going to die, you can ignore it and take it seriously?" If a few Daoists are dissatisfied, you can come and give it a try and see if I can leave you behind with my cultivation of the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant!"

Seeing this, more than ten ancestors of the Gao family, although they belonged to different camps, still glanced at each other, and their figures rose from the ground, standing behind Gao Xiuyun, ready to go.

Immortal Emperor Gao Xiuyun, who has been able to deter many cultivation sects and families in the Tianhe Continent for hundreds of years, is known as the first emperor of the ages, naturally not like a mortal king, relying on status and power, but relying on this terrifying cultivation, as well as the ruthless wrist that can be called iron-blooded, the entire Tianhe Continent was killed with bloody wind and blood, blood flowed and pestle, and everyone was afraid and cold, so that there was the current Guotai and the people's peace, and the luck was prosperous.

At the moment, after this storm-like cultivation aura swept away, several angry Yuan Infant Powers suddenly sobered up a little, and their eyes seemed to recall hundreds of years ago, that dark era.

Everyone looked at Gao Xiuyun with great jealousy, and after apologizing with their fists at him, they turned around and left unwillingly.

And Zhao Shenbi was also under Zhao Xiuyun's gloomy face, and he was wrapped and landed on the flying sword of Jielu, turning into a surging cyan sword light, and quickly returned towards the East Linzong.

Today's events, with twists and turns, especially the final shot, were even more thunderous and rainy, and they were hastily concluded in such a way, which made the monks present a little confused.

But some people with active minds know that although today's disputes have been suppressed temporarily, the real sectarian war is probably about to start completely.

As for the succession to the throne, which was the most important thing today, it was strangely shelved under Gao Xiuyun's unknown mentality.

At the moment, in Gao Yu's puzzled and self-reproachful face, Gao Xiuyun waved his sleeves, gently rolled him up, and disappeared into the square in an instant, rushing towards the depths of the imperial city.

As for the tens of thousands of monks who knelt on the ground, as well as the two sons who were distraught and a little panicked, Gao Xiuyun didn't even look at it, and didn't leave a word of explanation.

Leaving only a strange situation shrouded in fog and bewildered.

In the sky, a dark cloud that had not been seen for a thousand years seemed to be slowly brewing, and even the crows were chirping in a panic and excitement in the bloody sun.

It seems to have smelled corpses all over the field.

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