The camp under the Qingfeng Jieshan Gate is now a mess.

The changes in the celestial phenomena in the place of the sword formation, even the Qingfeng Jiezhong, who was still quite far away, could still see it clearly, not to mention that they were only a few miles away from the direction where the sword formation was located.

When Wang Anfeng and the elders of the Immortal Pavilion fought back then, the Bagua Poison Array condensed the green dragon and soared into the sky, and the movement it made was enough to cover this range, let alone now?

It can be said that the earth is shaking the mountains, most of the people who practice swords here are just ordinary swordsmen on the rivers and lakes, and they have come here only because of the introduction of rice methods, where have they seen such movements?

The sound of swords and slaughter was almost all left in my ears.

Most of them have fallen to the ground softly, unable to move for half a minute, but a few old people who are not young have been persisting in penance all their lives, and their cultivation is not bad, and they can still support it.

The strongest of them has crossed the dragon gate and stepped into the realm of the middle and third grades, which can be called a master. Hearing the screams around him, he held the sword in his right hand, and the sword was not unsheathed, but there was already a sharp qi machine emerging, and he was able to use his own qi to smash the oncoming energy.

The momentum collided, forming a greater impact.

The old man's beard was all white, and he was dancing in the wind at this time, and the fierce qi formed by the collision and squeezing of the qi machine slashed to the ground, tearing out hideous cracks, but he didn't care, his eyes widened, and he stared at the direction where the sword qi came from.

The original psychedelic array here had been shattered under the overly agitated sword aura.

When the huge Qingyan giant sword appeared in front of everyone's eyes, they listened to the roar of the chains, and saw the sword qi rushing up into the clouds, and the visible waves of air rushed towards the clouds and mist in the sky, as if the giant whale was drawing water, and the Kunpeng was supporting the wind, and it was almost boundless.

The incomparably powerful sword qi sword intent sword momentum was no longer concealed at all, and it was revealed in front of everyone.

The palm of the old man's sword trembled when he had cultivated to the sixth grade, and he burst into tears.

Cry.

Sixty-four people were here.

Sixty people retreated, three hesitated, and only one howled and cried.

The man's hair was gray.

There is a sword in the heavenly dome that is bright and bright, tearing through the clouds.

At this time, it happened that on the Qingyan Giant Sword, the sword intent left by the Qingfeng Ancestor rose up, hooked the general trend of heaven and earth, and reached its peak. The sword intent and sword momentum were overwhelming, and the white air waves visible to the naked eye were like the tide of Qiantang, sweeping in.

The trees broke in the middle, the rocks collapsed, as if a mythical beast roared, and among the people, the one with the highest martial arts seemed to have lost his mind at this time, and actually walked in the direction where the sword qi came, as if looking for death.

The young man who had been stopped by Wang Anfeng before was nearby, and seeing this, he subconsciously wanted to grab the old man who had just saved his life and pull him out of that demonic state.

But as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw the pure white sword qi that cut the gold and broken jade, and tore it with a mighty momentum, his heart trembled, and his palm had just been raised, and he had already withdrawn it, and he turned around, and fled again in a direction away from the sword qi, his face full of horror.

The sword qi approached in an instant.

Only when he closed his eyes and waited for death, he heard the sound of a sword in an instant.

Originally above the heavenly dome, the sword light that had already swept over this place suddenly turned back, and it came in an instant.

The young man trembled, plucked up the courage to turn around to look, but saw a beautiful woman dressed in white blocking in front of the old man, with an indifferent expression, and the long sword in his right hand was three inches out of the sheath, blocking the sword qi and not allowing an inch.

The next moment, he drew his sword and slashed out, and the sword qi formed by the backlog of the Qingfeng Calcite Sword was directly cut off in a blink of an eye, spreading from both sides around everyone, and the houses that had been built here before were instantly shattered and collapsed.

Gong Yu raised his hand to collect the sword, and the slightly slender long sword in his palm was put into the scabbard.

The sword roared and the more he groaned.

"This place is dangerous, you wait for it to retreat quickly."

The woman spoke, her voice was extremely indifferent, and she never turned around to look at the person she had saved.

A pair of eyes just looked at the entangled sword momentum in front of her, she was a woman with a very good posture, but she never applied powder, and her temperament was as cold as a piece of ice, but now there was a different flame in those eyes, burning and dazzling.

Looking at the sword momentum in front of her that was in the same vein as the swordsmanship she had learned, but it was unattainable, Gong Yu's heart was surging, and it was almost difficult to contain, and even at this time, her appearance was still as calm as ice, and she never said anything to everyone behind her.

Grab your sword and walk slowly forward.

There are wisps of azure blue light around him.

Although the sword qi stirred up by the sword momentum was terrifying, it could not invade within three inches of her body, just like a sword immortal who entered the sea with a sword and slashed a whale, calmly and calmly walked towards the storm that was swept by the sword qi.

The old man behind him was half-lying on the ground.

Just now, because he was too close, he was affected by the aftermath of the sword qi sweep, and the whole person fell directly to the ground, and the corners of his forehead hit the ground fiercely, rubbing a large amount of blood.

He wiped the blood from his forehead and looked in that direction, only to feel his heart beating like a war drum, pumping blood to all parts of his body.

It's so hot......

It was obviously a cold winter, but he couldn't help but loosen his collar.

Then he got up in embarrassment, held his sword in his right hand, supported his body, and walked towards the dangerous sword formation, the young man wanted to come and get rid of him, but was slapped by the old man and directly distracted his hand.

The old man, who had a white beard and was quite gentle some time ago, opened his eyes angrily at this moment, and scolded him:

"Get out!"

That momentum made the young man's heart tremble fiercely, and he stood in place, not daring to move again, but just looked at the old man as if he was looking for death, supported his body with the long sword in his hand, staggered, followed behind Gong Yu, and walked towards the place where the sword was soaring into the sky.

The young man's palms clenched subconsciously.

I thought of what the young man in green shirt had said to me today.

"Actually, if Brother Tai can collect his thoughts, maybe he can be more beneficial in martial arts."

The young man gritted his teeth fiercely, took a step, looked at the sword momentum that tore the heavens and the earth, and his heart moved, but after all, he couldn't take another half step.

When he left home, he also had a sword in his hand.

Now the sword had fallen to the ground.

There was a mess around, but there was a very good-looking, very boyish saber on it, but it was not a teenager standing next to it.

Looking at the appearance, it is really embarrassing.

Wang Anfeng retreated backwards, but the sharp aura on his body became more and more obvious, he held the wooden sword that stepped into the realm of divine weapons in his hand, the blade was already full of thunderous breath, his eyes were slightly bright, and he was tightly locked on the female swordsman who existed in the past.

The latter's long sword was raised slightly.

Wang Anfeng's breath stagnated, but the sharpness of the wooden sword in his hand became more and more obvious, as if what he held in his hand was no longer a sword, but the sharp qi of the golden edge, he took a deep breath, and after stepping into this sword array, he did not retreat for the first time, but took a step forward.

Gently land your right foot on the ground.

The young man's body stirred up a wave of qi visible to the naked eye, the sword in his hand was slightly raised, and before he could make a move, a warm voice sounded in his ears, and at the same time, it seemed that someone raised his hand and gently put it on his shoulder.

"Don't unleash the Sword of Thunder today."

Wang Anfeng's expression changed slightly, and he said:

"Dao Chief?"

In the Shaolin Temple, the soft-looking white-haired Taoist supported his chin with one hand, his eyes slightly closed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, his breathing was smooth and rhythmic, and the green-shirted scribe glanced at the Taoist priest with an indifferent expression.

It was only a slight pause as his gaze swept over the tear mole.

In Wang Anfeng's ears, the gentle voice of the Taoist priest sounded, saying:

"Don't be surprised, I'm from a Taoist background, and it's not surprising that I have some skills, although in this case, I can't make a move, but it's okay to help you a little bit."

"But the Taoist ......"

The ancient Taoist smiled and whispered, saying:

"The phantom array here has been broken, and what you have done can be seen clearly from the outside."

"Little guy, you don't want your own divine weapon to be exposed, right?"

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, thinking about the consequences of the exposure of the divine soldiers, he paused, and said:

"Then, the juniors will thank the seniors first......"

"It's easy to say......"

Gentle chuckling, there was no one behind him, but Wang Anfeng could feel that another force appeared, temporarily restraining the thunder energy in his body, and even the wooden sword in his hand, which could be regarded as a divine soldier, also concealed the thunder energy, leaving only pure sword power.

At this moment, the foreign minister was eliminated, but what he held in his hand was a divine weapon that was attracted to the spiritual rhyme, Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, and subconsciously thought of the most brilliant and dazzling sword in Honghui's life that he saw under the Tianjian Mountain.

After witnessing it with his own eyes that day, he pondered the top of Tianjian Mountain, accumulated all the way, thought all the way, and practiced thousands of times, and finally bloomed at this time.

Wang Anfeng's eyes widened slightly, as if he understood something, but as if he didn't understand anything.

Holding a wooden sword, he took a step forward and raised his hand, as if he was extremely calm, or even careless, and swung a sword.

The sword groaned.

A little chill lit up.

Gong Yu and the old man stepped into this sword formation, watching that little bit of cold stabbing forward, stabbing towards the Qingyan giant sword.

That chill gradually dispersed.

One into ten, ten into hundred.

In the blink of an eye, it was already full of sword light, overwhelming.

The sword light suddenly condensed, and stabbed straight forward.

On top of the supreme Qingyan giant sword in Gong Yu's eyes, there was an extra sword mark.

As if a giant whale was drawing water, the vision of heaven and earth that swept the sky came to an abrupt end, the clouds and mist were scattered, the sword collapsed, and disappeared, and the giant sword still stood like a mountain in the same place, and the eight chains ran through the eight directions, and the wind could not blow.

Between heaven and earth, silence returns.

There was only one man holding the sword diagonally.

Gong Yu's palm subconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword, and the embarrassed old man had already laughed loudly, but in the blink of an eye, he was crying again, as if he was crazy.

The ancient Taoist smiled, and bowed to the top of Qingfeng Mountain, and then dissipated invisibly.

And in the Shaolin Temple, the white-haired Taoist seemed to have just taken a nap and opened his eyes.

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