Chapter 1185: Calm and Easy

The Flame Roc roared, spitting out a dazzling red light from his mouth.

It was a blood-red flame, constantly changing as the flame fell, forming a flaming sword, revealing a cold killing intent, directly aimed at the old man's heart!

"Be careful!"

When Ye Qingyun saw this scene, his face changed slightly, and he wanted to make a move.

Although his cultivation is not as good as that of his disciple Zhang Haoran now, Zhang Haoran is now seriously injured, and the blood veins in his body are tumbling, and many of his ribs have been shattered in the battle just now.

However, he had a strong sense and felt the long sword coming towards him from behind.

Seeing that Ye Qingyun was about to fight to go out, his face couldn't help but turn red, and he was so angry that his goatee blew up: "Young man, can you make the old man feel at ease, you are jumping around, how can the old man protect you?"

As he spoke, he actually pulled Ye Qingyun over with one hand.

Originally, Ye Qingyun was still thinking about cutting off this flaming sword.

After all, the aura emanating from the flaming sword was extremely huge, and it was murderous.

But the next moment, his body was pulled hard by a brute force.

He froze in place, looking at the figure standing in front of him with a blank face.

"This Nima ......"

His eyes widened.

I saw that the old man suddenly spat out a stream of essence blood from his mouth.

The blood flickered in the void.

Accompanied by Zhang Haoran's miserable laughter: "I want the old man's generation of sword saints to be actually brought here by someone (Yin yīn)......!

"God is going to kill me!"

Zhang Haoran was grieved, then looked at Ye Qingyun, and waved his sleeves suddenly: "Young man, what are you doing in place!"

"Before, my essence blood was my natal essence blood, and I took my last breath, and now I don't have any combat power!

Ye Qingyun was amused by these words.

All along, he wanted to make a move, but the old man didn't let him do it.

Of course, in Zhang Haoran's eyes, Ye Qingyun's cultivation was only nine in the underground palace realm after all. And the Flame Dapeng Cultivator flying in the void had already reached the Heavenly Palace Realm Triple Realm, not to mention that ordinary demon beasts were much more powerful than human martial artists!

If Zhang Haoran hadn't been injured before the change, it would have been easy to deal with this Flame Roc, but at this moment, the serious injuries he had received were not enough for him to use a powerful martial art.

He shouted anxiously.

In the void, the flaming sword buzzed a few times and quickly slashed, and his real name essence blood quickly collided together!

A low roar came from the void.

I saw that the flaming sword quickly passed through the essence blood of his real name, and the next moment, it slashed at lightning speed.

"Young man, you're hopeless!" Zhang Haoran stood stupidly in place The white-clothed young man couldn't help but roar, his face turned blue when he said this, and he looked like he hated iron but not steel.

Ye Qingyun glanced at his disciple, then pulled his long sleeves and stood in front of Zhang Haoran (身shēn).

Zhang Haoran was stunned for a moment, and instantly became angry again: "What are you doing standing in front of me? Looking for death! That sharp sword can pierce King Kong! Is your (肉 ròu) (身shēn) a King Kong?"

When Ye Qingyun heard this, there was not the slightest impatience on his face, but he was quite calm, and his black eyes were like streams, very calm.

Zhang Haoran didn't believe that people would not be afraid before they died, even he was a little afraid at the moment.

At this moment, he thought of a lot of things (情qíng).

I thought of my master.

If it weren't for the master of the year, he would not have his current achievements.

"Master......" Zhang Haoran gently spit out these two words, his eyes were ruddy, tears rolled in them, and then slowly fell.

At this moment, the flaming sword buzzed non-stop, as if a blood-red demon beast was constantly roaring, earth-shattering. Shock the sky.

The speed of the sword was very fast, and the next moment, it was directly towards the young man in white.

"It's over!"

Seeing this scene, Zhang Haoran instinctively closed his eyes, the old man was ready to die, and silently read in his heart: "Damn, you damn Dong Butian, if you don't die, I will definitely break your powder (body shēn) to pieces!"

I thought I was going to die.

But the next moment, his eyes opened slightly, and he saw that in front of him, an emaciated figure stood in the void, calm and free, holding a bright and flickering long sword.

He held his head high, and his long, black hair like a waterfall fluttered in the wind.

And the flaming sword actually buzzed to the ground with a few sounds.

"What?"

When Zhang Haoran saw this scene, his eyes widened, and then he found that the flaming roc in the void was constantly flapping its wings ten meters long.

Between the fans, with the breath of blazing (hot rè), a wave of (hot rè) paved the surface.

The void trembled slightly.

There were hundreds of firebirds behind him (body shēn), and at this moment, a pair of eyes appeared bloodshot, staring at the white-clothed young man below!

The Flame Roc let out a sharp sound again.

Immediately afterward, hundreds of firebirds flapped their wings in unison at this moment, and exploded downward like red swords, resounding in the void with a low sound of breaking wind.

"Be careful!"

Zhang Haoran saw this scene and said anxiously.

The cultivation of these firebirds is not weak, and they have all reached the ninth level of the underground palace realm, in other words, the cultivation of every firebird here is the same as Ye Qingyun.

How can this be fought?

Zhang Haoran looked at the white-clothed young man in front of him, and found that the latter was still standing in place stupidly, the other party's face was still extremely calm, and his eyes were extremely calm.

The next moment, he noticed that the person in front of him suddenly took a step, and the (body shēn) shape flashed continuously.

Ye Qingyun's right hand was placed on the hilt of the sword, and then he pulled it out violently, waving it in the void continuously, slashing sword by sword.

Sword intent after sword intent suddenly appeared in the void, and each sword qi carried a killing intent and an astonishing sword aura.

Boom! Boom!

Countless firebird (身shēn) bodies inevitably collided with this sword qi, and the next moment, there was an extra blood-red cut on their (body shēn).

Blood gushes up like a spring!

"What!"

At this moment, Zhang Haoran's eyes were round and round, and his old face was densely covered with shock.

The words "incredible" were written all over his face.

He didn't expect that the person in front of him turned out to be a son of Tianjiao, although his cultivation was only in the Nine Layers of the Heavenly Palace Realm, but his real combat strength was not weaker than the strong ones of the Heavenly Palace Realm!

"This guy is so young that he has such a fighting power against the sky......"