"The sword god laughed, Beimang and Your Excellency have no enmity recently, and there is no resentment in the past, Poor Dao really can't think of any reason for this?" Qilin real person Yuan Qingshan has an excellent chuckle.

Chen Jun asked indifferently, "Do you think I'm joking?" ”

Yuan Qingshan was still not angry, and said: "Beimang is not Longhu Mountain, Wudang Mountain, Beiliang, he is a country, with millions of soldiers, and the stars are like clouds and masters are like rain, even if it is Liyang who treats Beimang is also cautious, you are a mortal, in the face of a country, the sword of the sword god may not be indomitable." ”

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Yuan Qingshan smiled: "That poor Dao is willing to block the footsteps of the Sword God for Beimang first." ”

As he spoke, he saw his right index finger and thumb lightly clasped together, as if he was holding an invisible string in the void, and then played it at will.

"Zheng~"

The sonorous sound of gold and iron shook the void, and a wave of rippling fluctuations like an ocean diffused out, leading to a great work, and suddenly, the qi that was as dangerous as a mountain came out of Yuan Qingshan's body, heading straight for Chen Jungao.

Chen Jun's figure was still sitting in the carriage and not moving, his expression was calm and indifferent, and the corners of his mouth were smiling, as if he didn't care about it at all.

"Arrogance!"

Yuan Qingshan sneered, pinched his two fingers, sneered with vigor, and the palm of his hand evolved into a single breath, and the abundant atmosphere was like a substantial mountain of qi pressing down on the carriage.

Mountains, real mountains.

At a distance of thirteen zhang, the mountain swelled to thirteen zhang, one zhang long and one zhang, constantly whistling, blasting the air out of the sonic boom, just at a moment, Xuanyuan Qingfeng stretched out an arm, five fingers like a hook, and the horsewhip he held was suddenly thrown into the sky.

"Smack!"

The mountain of air was split in an instant.

With the stirring of the horsewhip, the air in the air boiled like water.

Yuan Qingshan noticed the woman in the carriage at this time, the original woman's stunning appearance was the object of competition there, but the enemy and my master were fighting, and no one would regard such a beautiful woman as an opponent.

Just a vase.

But this vase is a thorny rose, which is extraordinary.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng was dressed in purple, blocking in front of Chen Jun, arrogantly riding on the car.

In the more than a year that has been by Mr.'s side, Xuanyuan Qingfeng has already devoured the internal strength and essence of many masters by fishing, and finally promoted to a product, which is not a vain rootless foundation, and has been hard working in Qingliang Mountain for half a year, and there are not many people in the world who can surpass her in the King Kong Realm.

"Women's first-class products are rare."

Yuan Qingshan chuckled lightly, and made a relatively complicated lotus mark with his fingers.

Bang!

Suddenly, the originally shattered "Qi Mountain" condensed in an instant, and countless long qi condensed into a giant dragon with the rapid speed of the hidden weapon, majestic like a dragon, and the qi ran through the long river.

The dragon was hideous, roaring in all directions.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng held one end of the horsewhip, rushed to the air on his toes, and faced the heavenly dragon that was sinking with the momentum of thunder, his wrist flicked, and at the same time, the horsewhip twisted out a huge arc in the blink of an eye, like a scorpion swinging its tail, and smashed towards the dragon.

This whip divides the space, like an immortal splitting the river with a sword, separating the north and the south from east to west.

Yuan Qingshan's eyes narrowed suddenly, this whip is a sword, exquisite and extraordinary, there are traces of imitation of Mr. Chen Jun in the sword intent, but the ingenuity in it cannot be ignored.

Yuan Qingshan used his second hand to superimpose a layer on the lotus seal, and in an instant, the heavenly dragon in the air roared, and the bright red scale armor gave birth to a fishy wind, and the gas was as straight as a real dragon.

In the past, the immortals put the finishing touches on the dragon, and today there are Taoist saints waving their hands to make dragons.

And Xuanyuan Qingfeng's face was expressionless, as usual in the most ordinary appearance, let Ling Liegang wind smash down, pulled the horse whip with one hand, and the force poured in, whipping out with all his strength.

Bang!

The long whip collided with the long dragon, and it was like two dragons bursting with wrestling, and it was better than thunder.

Yuan Tingshan drank in his mouth, stepped forward on tiptoe, and saw that the whip in Xuanyuan Qingfeng's hand burst suddenly, turning into powder inch by inch, like firecrackers resounding again and again.

The momentum of the heavenly dragon in the sky became more and more domineering, and it suddenly soared several times, wrapped in the surging endless tyranny and tearing the air to kill, the woman's body did not take a step back, but took a step, pressed her waist and lifted it, and her delicate and plain white hand turned into a palm and slashed towards the heavenly dragon.

The purple aura on the cuffs of the woman in this palm suddenly appeared, like a small snake swimming on the cuffs.

But these are not snakes, if you look closely, it is more suitable to say that it is a green dragon.

Half a year ago, there was a sheepskin fur old man with two sleeves of green snakes on Qingliang Mountain.

Today, there may not be her Xuanyuan Qingfeng, a sleeve Qinglong.

Slap it out with one palm, and turn the river and the sea upside down!

"Roar!"

The mid-air celestial dragon raised its head to the sky and let out a painful roar, and the sound cracked through the void, more transmissive than the crossbow arrow, and in less than a blink of an eye, the dragon slashed with a bang.

But the aftermath did not stop, and the dragon-shaped energy blasted a deep pit in the ground in the shape of a lotus.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's eyes were incredible, and he turned back suddenly, and Chen Jun stood up in the carriage: "You want to kill her, have you ever asked my opinion?" ”

The sound was like thunder roaring down, domineering and unmatched.

Chen Jun and Yuan Qingshan were separated by a hundred steps, raised one arm, and stretched out his five fingers, like a mountain pressing down.

One palm and five finger mountain!

Rumble!

Yuan Qingshan's eyes widened, and his heart was shaken.

Without any hesitation, the Daoist's trembling clothes flew up, turning into a golden rainbow and sweeping across the void.

The golden light of the ground, the Daomen who is known for its speed does not pass on the secret arts, and it is fast enough to rank among the top three in the world, Rao is famous for his fast sword killing Deng Tai'a may also have a headache here, but Chen Jun's sword is not only fast and outstanding.

The blade of the sword is like a mountain, and the five fingers are like a sword.

At the moment when the Daoist ran away, a circular curtain of qi suddenly appeared in the void, stretching endlessly, blocking the Daoist in mid-air like a sword prison.

Chen Jun looked at Yuan Qingshan, and his five fingers clenched into a fist, and there was a loud sound in the air.

"This..."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's eyes widened, even if he had followed his husband for more than a year and traveled all over the world, he had never found such a strange thing.

Yuan Qingshan, the air daoist, was just like gas, and after pinching and exploding, he disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared.

"It's so mysterious, no wonder you Yuan Qingshan dare to incarnate to see me one by one?"

Chen Jun said slowly as he looked at the sky behind his hands.

"Qingfeng, bring the sword!"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't know why, but he still obediently took out the sword box on the carriage, Chen Jun reached out and stroked the ancient sword inside the sword box, there was no sword scabbard, and the three-foot Qingfeng was as clear as water, "You follow me into this realm, I wanted to use you instead of Zhu Xian to suppress luck, but I still need to use you today." ”

When Xuanyuan Qingfeng heard this, he asked curiously: "Sir, what are you doing with the Immortal Sword?" ”

"Kill and take the treasure!"

Chen Jun replied, flicked the blade of the ancient sword with his fingers again, and said, "Daode Sect, Yuan Qingshan, the national teacher of Beimang!" ”

The words fell, and the long sword dangled in the air and vibrated in response, and then turned into a sword light that shot into the clouds and disappeared.

In this situation, Xuanyuan Qingfeng thought of a certain part of the myth and legend, and his face fell into astonishment for a while.