"Blade Kaiting, you get out of here."

Dawn.

Outside the Badao Valley, a sound exploded like thunder, alarming the entire Badao Valley.

Blade Zhongzheng and a group of elders of the Sword Valley stayed awake all night, gathered in the Great Hall, and waited for this person.

Ever since receiving the news from Blade Haoran and Qi Guan Mingyue, Blade Zhongzheng has begun to arrange preparations to defend against the Saint's surprise attack.

Originally, with the speed of the saints, no matter how late it was, it should have arrived at midnight yesterday, but for some reason, the saints of the Arobe tribe did not come until this moment.

Blade Zhongzheng immediately led a group of elders to board the Overlord Sword and went to Taniguchi to deal with it.

"Haoran, immediately notify Huang Zheng and let him come over."

Blade Haoran and Qi Guan Mingyue have been picked up by Yan Heyuan through the burst channel, at this moment, the high-level of the Tyrant Dao Valley already knows Yan Heyuan's true strength, and no one dares to have the slightest contempt for him, Blade Haoran nodded and contacted Yan Heyuan in person.

Outside the Badao Valley, an old man with strong spirits was holding the Donkey Kong Buddha beads, his tall and strong figure was in the dawn glow, and his whole body seemed to emit holy light, divine majesty.

"Saint Moda, this is my Badao Valley, and I can't allow you to be presumptuous here!"

The blade was in the sword, and a hundred zhang incarnation stood in front of the Moda saint, and scolded in a deep voice.

The Morab Saint snorted coldly: "The blade is upright, how can you speak in front of this saint?" How? Could it be that the old ghost has already sat down, and only a junior like you has come out to talk to this seat? ”

Blade Zhongzheng was furious: "Modrana, Hugh is talking nonsense, you are just a defeated soldier under my father, what kind of face do you have to be presumptuous here?" ”

At the beginning, the Three Swords Saint opened a faction here, but naturally he was suppressed by the local forces, and the two gambled on the war, and finally ended in the defeat of Motorola, and the forces recognized the power of the Three Swords Sage and let him establish the Badao Valley here.

Being mentioned as a failure, Modrana was annoyed in his heart, and snorted coldly: "Hmph, don't talk nonsense, you Badao Valley Elder invaded the Fog Shadow Tribe, killed my son Ravana and grandson Qigan China, and also beheaded a Daoist Sect Master of our clan, immediately let the Three Swords Old Ghost come out, hand over the murderer of my son, and give Bensheng an explanation, otherwise Hugh blames Bensheng for killing today." ”

As he spoke, the golden light of Modra's body shone brightly, and the holy power was permeated.

Blade Zhongzheng did not back down, and sneered: "Joke, Qi Gan Chi led the crowd to invade my Forgotten Valley Helm, and was killed by my Blade Helm Master, but he took the blame on himself, I haven't asked you Fog Hidden Clan for the crime, but you have beaten a rake, I really can't be bullied when I dominate the Knife Valley?" ”

Modharana sneered: "In this case, the old man will destroy you Badao Valley and avenge my son and grandson." ”

After speaking, Modra's punch shot out, and the heavens and the earth suddenly changed color.

The Vitality Giant Fist slammed into the Great Mountain Protection Array of the Badao Valley, causing countless ripples, turning into ripples and radiating out, looking up from the valley, it seemed as if the sky was trembling.

"Bold!"

Blade Zhong burst out: "All the disciples will form a formation to help the valley master suppress this thief!" ”

The projection giant disappeared, and the blade was rushing out of the Overlord Sword, and the disciples of the Overlord Sword Valley who had already prepared in the valley shouted loudly, the sound swept over, the battle intent boiled, and through the formation traction, it gathered into a giant tiger with battle intent over the Overlord Sword.

The battle intent body is a hundred feet long, stepping on the sword horn, and the battle intent giant tiger looks up to the sky and roars, and the momentum is earth-shattering, and it is not weaker than the power of the saint of Modarana.

Above the dome, a gap opened in the defensive shield, and the Battle Spirit Giant Tiger jumped out, stepped on the defensive array, and rushed towards Modra.

The tiger descended the mountain, followed by the strong wind, and in the fierce wind, the tiger opened its bloody mouth and devoured the madness of the Modra bathed in golden light.

"The small skills of carving insects dare to be conspicuous in front of this saint!"

Mo Da snorted coldly, and the fist covered with golden light blasted out, and Yuan Li instantly condensed a huge fist shadow and smashed down towards the giant tiger's head.

With a loud bang, the momentum of the giant tiger descending the mountain instantly collapsed, and the huge body was bombarded and retreated again and again.

Although the Battle Intent Giant Tiger condensed by tens of thousands of disciples of the Sword Valley could burst out with saint-level power under the control of Blade Zhongzheng, it was not a true saint after all, and in the face of a Fleshly Sanctified Five Realm Saint like Modara, the Battle Intent Giant Tiger could not match it at all.

Modra's blow repelled the Battle Intent Giant Tiger, took advantage of the victory to pursue, and blasted out with a punch again, and the mighty and domineering Battle Intent Giant Tiger turned into a paper paste, as if it had been blasted and scattered.

"Even ants dare to act in front of saints, and they don't know whether they are alive or dead."

Modara thought about the blades in the big array, and his face was full of disdain.

The Battle Intent Giant Tiger was destroyed, and the blade Zhongzheng was also counterattacked, and with a muffled snort, the qi and blood in his body tumbled.

In the face of Modharana's ridicule, the blade was forcibly suppressing the churning qi and blood, and said in a loud voice: "All the disciples of the Sword Valley obey the order, reunite the spirit of the battle spirit, and suppress this old man together with this seat, so that he knows that we must not be bullied in the Valley of the Sword." ”

The blade was soaring into the air, and it was actually a decisive battle with the military soul that fused with his body.

Blade Haoran and the elders of the Sword Valley were shocked, Blade Zhongzheng was going to play with his life.

Although with the strength of the late stage of the Dao Blade Zhongzheng Dao, the battle intent of condensing more than 100,000 disciples of the Sword Valley can indeed burst out with a power far beyond that of the ordinary Primal Saint, but Mo Da is a veteran saint, and he has not known that he has stepped into the saint realm for hundreds of years, and he is also a Five Realms body training saint, even his own ancestor fought with him for three days and three nights, and only then did he narrowly win half a move, and the Blade Zhongzheng almost certainly defeated the giant tiger with only the battle intent.

Blade Haoran immediately ordered the disciples to suspend their strength, flew out, and came to Blade Zhongzheng's side to stand side by side with his eldest brother.

"Big brother, deal with the mere Modharana, why do you need to go out in person, and let me make a move, I must let this old man know that I am powerful in Dao Valley."

Blade Zhongzheng knew that his brother was afraid that he would be in danger, but as the eldest brother, how could he let his brother take risks for him? What's more, Blade Haoran had just stepped into the Dao realm, even if he had the blessing of battle intent, he couldn't be the enemy of Modra, and scolded softly: "Nonsense, don't go back quickly, with me here, it's not your turn to come forward." ”

Blade Haoran still wanted to persuade again, but the Modra outside the big array had already sneered: "Don't fight, you two brothers go up together, kill you, I don't believe that the old ghost with three knives can still calm down." ”

"Oh! In this way, you can't hold your breath so you come out to seek revenge on me in person. ”

A spatial vortex suddenly appeared in the sky separated from Modala, and Yan Heyuan's arrogant voice came out of it.

"Who is it?" Motra's face sank and he looked at the spatial vortex.

Yan Heyuan, dressed in a black robe, calmly stepped out of the loud channel, flew in front of Modara, and said proudly: "No wonder, my son and grandson were all killed by me, if you can still hold on to your breath in this way, then you are really a 10,000-year-old turtle." ”。

"Presumptuous!"

A dignified saint, who was actually scolded as a 10,000-year-old turtle, Modala was suddenly furious, and a punch slammed into Yan Heyuan's face......