"Wait!"

This voice was old, but it was anxious, which made the Refining Heart Ancestor frown, and he couldn't help but pause slightly. ~with~dream~small~say~щ~suimеng~lā

Subconsciously looked back, and saw that the immeasurable Daoist didn't know when he was hurrying over, and the witch Lin Yun was next to him.

"Immeasurable, what the hell are you doing?" The Heart Refining Ancestor's expression sank, but he didn't expect that it was the other party who stopped him.

At the same time, someone from the rear followed.

"Ancestor can't!" The Infinite Daoist explained: "As far as I know, this white flying car, but Ye Jitian's eldest disciple, if you really kill him, once he returns, there will be no room for turnaround!"

"Yes, Old Ancestor, I have a feeling that the Heaven Slayer Demon is not dead at all, he will definitely come back!" Lin Yun also said with a worried expression on the side.

In her mind, there is always a picture of Ye Hao angrily killing all directions.

"Nonsense!" Someone in the back suddenly opened his mouth at this time, and it turned out to be Yu Huaji of the Xuanyu Chamber of Commerce.

His expression was grim, and he retorted: "If that Heaven Slayer Old Demon is still alive, why doesn't he show up now that Heaven Slayer Sect is in such a situation?"

"That's it, cutting the grass doesn't remove the roots, the spring breeze blows and grows again!" The high meteorite of the Gao family in Hanzhou actually showed his figure, although the whole person looked the same as before, but he always felt that his speech was much softer.

"He has made too many enemies, even a disciple has to be implicated!" Qi Zong also said coldly.

"Hehe, even if he comes back, how can he be the opponent of the ancestor!" Ruan Mei'er naturally knows which thigh is more worthwhile to hug.

Although the blood madness and the others did not speak, their eyes had completely stated their position at this moment.

"See!" The Heart Refining Ancestor snorted coldly: "He is guilty of public anger, today the old man will definitely eliminate harm for the people, as for the unjust death of this junior, then he can only be blamed for his bad luck." ”

As he spoke, his palms trembled, and suddenly a majestic force slapped towards Bai Feichen.

"Buzz!"

The void trembled, palm prints rolled down like mountains, and a flash of despair flashed in Bai Feichen's eyes, knowing that it was impossible for him to resist such an attack.

"Master, I'm sorry, the disciple has embarrassed you. A murmur sounded in his heart, and he closed his eyes directly and planned to die.

However, at this moment, I only heard a whoosh, and the sound of breaking wind sounded in my ears.

Bai Feichen subconsciously opened his eyes, and saw that the Great Elder didn't know when he appeared beside him, and with a flick of his arm, he threw himself out directly, while he himself held the long sword in his hand, resisting the powerful blow alone.

"No!"

Bai Feichen roared hoarsely, he knew that if Elder Song didn't dodge, he would definitely fall under the opponent's attack.

"Buzz!"

Song Qingyun faced the palm print, his eyes flashed with an unprecedented sharp color, at this moment, his original vain aura disappeared, replaced by incomparable firmness and strength.

"The sect master asked me to guard the entire Heaven Killing Sect, and I, Song Qingyun, will defend the majesty of Heaven Killing even if I die. There seemed to be a flame burning in his eyes.

The next moment, the already old skin on his face dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, the purple-gold long sword on the palm of his hand actually began to bloom with powerful power.

"It's not good, stop him, he wants to burn his life!" The eighth master shot from a distance, he never expected this old man to be so resolute, and he was desperate directly.

"What are you anxious about! Wait for the sect master to come back, and see that these old men who don't fight him are looking for teeth all over the ground!" The eighth master kept roaring in front of Song Qingyun speechlessly, trying to stop his burning.

Song Qingyun's figure is getting older and older, like dead wood, but his eyes are unusually bright.

"There are only Heaven Slaying Sects who died in battle, and there are no compromising Heaven Slaying Sects. Song Qingyun's aura burned wildly, and the whole person looked like a burning humanoid torch, but the fuel was his own life.

"Huh!" A sword light that was dozens of zhang long bloomed from the purple gold long sword.

This attack was not powerful, but at this time, all the surviving disciples of the Heaven Slaying Sect were red-eyed.

"Great Elder!"

"Elder Song!"

Everyone trembled one by one, and ran desperately towards Song Qingyun.

At this moment, his flame of life seemed to burn to the extreme, and with his almost trembling hands, he slashed down towards the Heart Refining Ancestor in the distance.

"Huh!"

The sword light swept through the air, and Song Qingyun burned all his life force, slashing towards the falling attack of the Heart Refining Ancestor.

The Heart Refining Ancestor frowned, and from that sword aura, he actually felt a powerful sword intent that was indomitable and sacrificed his life and death.

If it takes time, maybe you will be able to step directly into the realm of the grandmaster and condense the divine pattern.

But now, no matter how strong the will is, it can't match the reality gap.

"Click!"

The two attacks collided, and this time Song Qingyun's sword light actually forcibly wiped out most of the palm prints before shattering them at once.

The residual attack made Song Qingyun vomit blood, his breath was sluggish, and he resisted it stubbornly.

"Since you like to be strong so much, I'll give you a ride, old man. "The Heart Refining Ancestor has been blocked many times, which makes him not angry.

Immediately, it was slapped again.

This palm fell, and it was even stronger than before.

Hundreds of huge palms pressed down towards Song Qingyun like a mountain peak.

Song Qingyun laughed, the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and his whole person was like a shrunken dried corpse, and he was aging.

"Whoa!"

The original soles of the feet seemed to be unable to bear the weight, and they began to crumble and dissipate like wind and sand.

Feeling that he was going to die, Song Qingyun still sighed regretfully, and said with some self-reproach: "Sect Master, I'm sorry, the old man did his best!"

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the palm prints pressed down like a canopy of heaven, and at this moment it seemed as if everything was going to be destroyed with it.

An unprecedented sense of despair surged into the hearts of everyone in the Heaven Slaying Sect.

"Click!"

There was a crisp sound, and everyone's hearts jumped, as if they had lost their vitality.

"That's not right!"

At this moment, there was a cry of surprise in the mouth of the Heart Refining Ancestor, which made everyone subconsciously look up.

Just looking at the pitch-black clutches that were hundreds of zhang in size, as if they were oppressed by an invisible force at this time, they suddenly stopped at the moment when they were about to fall.

Immediately, cracks continued to spread like cobwebs, and finally collapsed in the incredible gaze of everyone.

The pitch-black Yuan Force scattered in all directions, sweeping the sky like a storm.

When the storm completely dissipated, everyone suddenly found that there was an additional figure in front of Song Qingyun, who had fallen to the ground.

The figure was dressed in white, with clear eyebrows, and his palms were still stretched out at this time, not Ye Hao.

For a moment, the audience was silent, like a ghost.