"How long do you plan to wait, Soul Holder? When the powerhouses in the realm have all fallen, do you think they can survive well? ”

The angry Liu Miaoxuan roared frantically.

The last time the Chinese cabbage was staged, I still remember it vividly, and today I am here to review it, which makes him feel painful.

The key is that many of them are strong people in the Liu family, and if they don't die, it's a huge loss.

"Formation!"

The leader of the spirit was hidden in the dark, and he couldn't pretend to be able to do so, so he had to take action.

After a loud roar, the man in black jumped out one after another, and the red line in his hand was thrown into the air, and the slender red line was like having an embroidery needle in the hand of the man in black.

Pointing and throwing, dazzling transposition, Li Xiaoyao frowned, and shouted in his heart.

The leader dressed in black gestured and changed formations.

Originally, the formation was pulled out to limit Li Xiaoyao's range of activities, but unfortunately it had to be subdued.

"If I don't move, the formation can really be completed." Li Xiaoyao scoffed.

If it is really a monster or ghost with a low IQ, it can really be caught in a formation, but when facing the Northern Sword Saint, the effect is not so outstanding.

"Here comes the sword!"

Lin Xiu, who shouted, Xuanyuan Sword slashed out several sword qi in midair, turning into wind blades and attacking the man in black.

Holding the Xuanyuan Sword and cooperating with the Bagua Array, every time the door of life and death is converted, a few people will disappear in the formation.

"Stop him!" The leader of the men in black shouted.

It is a well-known fact that the soul of the Southern Sword Saint is powerful, but when he faces it, he understands the pressure like a mountain.

If everyone here knew that it was the Northern Sword Saint who controlled Lin Xiu's body, perhaps, there would be no spirit detainees who would dare to take orders.

Nan Jiansheng's reputation in the end is not very good, but Wudang Mountain does not understand, there was no Wudang Mountain, there would be no Taiping World for 400 years.

Li Xiaoyao of the Wudang faction also made great contributions in the end, and his reputation is much better than that of Yan Peixue, the Southern Sword Saint.

The wind blade landed on the red line of the spirit detaineer, cutting directly, causing the formation to fail.

The leader blushed, eager to kill all the people he had brought.

The formation that was finally laid out, even if Li Xiaoyao escaped, there was still a chance to be trapped.

Now that the formation of the spirit holders has been broken, no one has been able to resist the wind blade, and it has been broken one by one.

"A bunch of rubbish!"

Even the proud Spirit Detention Array was broken, and it was funny to say that if you want to capture the Southern Sword Saint Yan Pei Xue, you have to refine him to become the strongest means of the Soul Detention Array.

The leader stepped forward angrily, pointed his hand on the acupuncture point of his left hand, and clicked seven times in a row, forcing out a drop of blood.

This drop of blood is essence blood, and it is also a condition for the use of the spirit.

In the heyday of the Lingling, Southern Yan, Northern Li, Western Europe, and Eastern Zhu happened to be successfully captured when Ou Zhicheng was at his weakest.

The Ou family, who lost Ou Zhicheng, is not afraid, and they dare not find the Guling family to ask for an explanation when it was at its peak.

In the western region, under the rule of the Ou family, they lost the support of the people by countering violence with violence.

When the Detention Ling family found the weakened Ou Zhicheng, they didn't see it, which also led to the fall of a generation of legends.

"I didn't have a battle back then, but today I staged the strongest battle in the southwest!"

The Kuling family has been dominated by the Wu family for generations, and the Pang family has been supported by the Song family and has been able to prosper for a long time.

The leader was Wu Xiong, the patriarch of the Wu clan, and when he used the trick of essence blood, Li Xiaoyao's eyes gradually turned cold.

The spirit, not on the surface, looks very beautiful.

The soul, the extremely spiritual, fights with the weakest place in life, and the injuries suffered are all soul injuries that cannot be cured.

Li Xiaoyao's greatest hatred before his death was the spirit detainees, but his background was mysterious, and the place where he lived changed for a long time, and he couldn't find his whereabouts.

Ou Zhicheng has always liked to travel, and the family was handed over to the eldest son to manage, who knew that the eldest son ruled in a tyrant way.

At the beginning, in the name of Ou Zhicheng, Western heroes were gathered.

Greed caused trouble, and for a sword, in the name of the Ou family, forcibly seized it.

When Ou Zhi became a matter of solving the ghosts, he was exploited by the detainees and suppressed in many ways, and the strong people in the West didn't even look at it, and left with a disgusted glance.

The inexplicable Ou Zhicheng became a ghost who died unjustly, and was also caught by the spirit detainees.

When the news of Ou Zhicheng spread, the Ou family was also destroyed, and everything started because of greed.

"If Ou Zhicheng is really alive, then he is really qualified, but ......"

Speaking of this, Li Xiaoyao paused, his eyes were contemptuous of Wu Xiong, and he said disdainfully: "You are not qualified at all!" ”

The five major families gathered four families, and there are many powerful monsters, and the Detention Spirit family is despised, how can this be endured!

"Are you really Yan Peixue? Is it really the Southern Sword Saint? It's really funny, the milky little hairy boy has a big breath, let you see the power of Western Europe! Wu Xiong roared!

In his heart, he was very dissatisfied with the arrogant Lin Xiu, why did he look down on his Lingling family, even if he was lonely, he shouldn't be bullied by a little child!

Wu Xiong's essence blood floated in the air, and began to show a human figure, looking just like the ancient people.

Li Xiaoyao sighed, a generation of heroes, but in the end he died.

"Zhicheng! Do you still know me? ”

In an instant, Li Xiaoyao waved his hand, and the Xuanyuan Sword instantly turned into ten, forming a circle of sword shadows.

The white and blue school uniform fluttered, and the black hair shawl, at that moment, Ou Zhicheng's eyes widened and he took a deep breath of cold air.

"You! How could you...... Still alive! ”

Ou Zhicheng's words made Wu Xiong very curious, and he seemed to really know each other.

But what kind of existence is Ou Zhicheng, even if he knows it, it is the past four hundred years ago, how can he live for so long?

For Ou Zhicheng, only he can do the move of ten swords in a flash, this is what he agreed, and if he loses, he will teach him this move.

Ou Zhicheng, who was trembling with excitement, recalled the old past, and it was really unexpected that he would meet in such a way.

After being detained for 400 years, I can still see my old friends, and I will be liberated today, so it's good!

"Humph! Even if you know each other, what about it? It's almost, kill his old stuff for me! Wu Xiong urged the secret spell, and Ou Zhicheng couldn't resist, so he could only do it.

"In the end, I can die in the hands of the gentleman in the sword, I, Ou Zhicheng, die without regrets, the only regret in my heart is that I didn't have time to teach you a hundred swords!" Ou Zhicheng roared with remorse, raising his hand holding the sword, his cheeks full of tears.

Wu Xiong's body was stunned, those sensational figures back then, who didn't know the gentleman in the sword?

"You! You are not the Southern Sword Saint Yan Pei Xue? ”

At this moment, even Liu Miaoxuan couldn't bear it, and looked at the place where Wu Xiong was fighting with a panicked face.

Lin Xiu's body has the soul of Yan Peixue, the Southern Sword Saint, this is known to everyone, and now he personally said the four words of gentleman in the sword, this amount is heavier than Yan Peixue!

"When did I tell you that I was Yan Peixue?" Li Xiaoyao looked at Wu Xiong interestingly, curled the corners of his mouth, and said playfully.

(End of chapter)