As early as when the miscellaneous hair trail drank the first sentence, above the clear sky, a whirling cloud suddenly appeared, writhing and hovering above our heads, and when the four words "Chang Chuan obeyed" burst out from the mouth of the miscellaneous hair trail like a steel cannon, those yellow turban wrestlers who rushed towards the miscellaneous hair trail were shocked, and it was difficult to move forward.

I didn't see this guy, but through the sensitive Qi field, I could really feel that when he raised the thunder punishment towards Zhongtian, a terrifying thunder intent was coming from the gilded sword.

At that time, I had forgotten that the tiger cat said that the peach wood that forged the sword was struck six or seven times by lightning, but the thunder contained in its body, when it burst out at this moment, the yellow turban wrestlers composed of those spirits were like melting snow irradiated by the spring sun in an instant, and the original terrifying power collapsed in an instant, some of them fled outside in panic, and some were directly dissipated by the thunder, as if they did not exist in this world at all, and there was no trace.

The Yellow Turban Lux is one of the most troublesome means in this big three talent formation, but they were cracked by the miscellaneous hair path in an instant.

What is more troublesome than the Yellow Turban Lux is the nine sharp swords.

It stands to reason that the sword of the miscellaneous trail pointed towards the sky, and it was not possible to use it as a block, and the nine swords that came from different directions and different levels or stabbed or sharpened would easily stab them like dustpans, with holes everywhere. However, when I tried to look through the gap between the yellow turban wrestlers that those people turned on their backs, the swords that were about to pierce the miscellaneous Xiaodao seemed to be frozen by time, and they couldn't move an inch.

Time naturally cannot be frozen, so that is to say, around the body of the miscellaneous hairy path, a force field like a vacuum has been formed, and if you want to pierce the sword into his body, the people in these sword formations need to pay a higher price than usual.

However, during this period of time, all the Daoists in the Ninety-Nine Returning Yuan Great Three Talent Formation could feel that a sword of judgment was hanging high above their heads, and they could plunge themselves into death at any time. You must know that cultivators are also human beings, and if they are stabbed, they will still die, not to mention the terrifying power of thunder and lightning. The reason why people feel terrifying is that the lethality of the guide is that most of them finally gave up the attack and fled to the back when there was no way to enter.

Yang Kunpeng, who was still gritting his teeth and insisting, saw those companions who were trying to flee, and couldn't help but shout angrily: "Run, run?" Can you run to avoid death? ”

This leader among the second-generation disciples is also a character with an extremely clear brain, and sure enough, as he expected, the time is really too late, and the miscellaneous hair Xiaodao mantra is finished, but in just a few seconds, when he said "Forgiveness!" As soon as he spoke, a shocking thunderclap sounded over the square: "Boom, boom—"

The sound exploded in our ears, and suddenly the soles of our feet vibrated and our scalps tingled, and a blue lightning bolt the thickness of a baby's arm suddenly emerged from the rapidly rotating clouds, and then turned into a dozen fork-shaped lightning bolts, slashing towards the sword array Taoist priest below.

My heart is about to jump out, I wonder if the thunder that is so close to me will implicate me and sacrifice my work together? As for the others, to be honest, my heart is also full of fear, just afraid of this thunderstorm, I wonder how many lucky people in Lu Dao can survive? One, or two?

There are people who have been struck by lightning and have not died, but will this miracle appear in front of me? I deeply doubt it.

However, after seeing this scene, Yang Zhixiu finally knew that the guy who dared to speak wildly had the confidence to fight for his life, and he didn't dare to let too many disciples die in front of this Qingchi Palace, so he had to retreat hard, I had been paying attention to the square, but the speed of Yang Zhixiu's retreat was really amazing, and I could only see a wisp of nothingness in the afterglow, and then I heard a fleshy palm hit the gilded copper tripod furnace, and a magnificent sound like a mountain wind and waves came out of the hall.

Then I saw that above the entire square of the main hall, a golden light iris was born, protecting the square in front of the hall with a huge protective shield.

The more than ten strands of fork-shaped lightning shot quickly and swiftly, and some of them were directly absorbed by this layer of iris containing the heroic spirit invited by the previous canon, or catapulted out, but there were also four or five that were weakened in power, like that small swimming snake, and hit the sword array Taoist, or the yellow turban wrestler next to him who had no time to take it back.

The yellow turban wrestler touched this blue and faint, white and swaying thunder, and immediately screamed and turned into nothingness, and the person was more miserable, the newly prepared Taoist robe immediately exploded, and the person was also blackened by the thunder.

In the midst of the wailing of the wilderness, a person stepped forward in front of the miscellaneous hairy path, and the iron birch sword in his hand wiped towards the neck of the miscellaneous hairy path.

This sword took advantage of the energy of the miscellaneous hair trail, and stabbed out of some lack of strength, accurate and sophisticated, seeing that it was about to be wiped on the neck of the miscellaneous hair trail, I saw that the thunder punishment had been out of the palm of the miscellaneous hair smile, turned into a swimming dragon, and strangled with the sword in Yang Kunpeng's hand.

After the impact of a jingling bell, Yang Kunpeng's palm holding the sword was numb, and he couldn't hold it anymore, so he couldn't help but throw it away.

The thunder punishment did not stop, and with a swishing sword, a long bloody hole was pulled out of the body of the blue-robed Taoist priest in front of him, who was almost desperate, and then he let out a shout of "ah", and flew and fell.

At this point, the frightening and uncertain big junior talent array was finally broken by the miscellaneous hair path in one fell swoop, clean and neat, so neat that people couldn't believe it.

To tell the truth, if it weren't for the magnificent aura coming from that hall, I am afraid that what was lying on this square would no longer be a group of mourning Taoist priests, but one after another upright and straight black corpses.

Miscellaneous Xiaodao pointed forward with a thunder penalty that shone with blue light, and a black shadow flashed, just in front of the sword.

Mei Lang held the floating dust in his hand, broke into the empty square, stood two meters in front of the miscellaneous hairy path, looked at the mighty man in front of him with a changed face, and his tone became low and deep: "Okay, you can!" The miscellaneous hairy path divine sword led the thunder, and his whole body exuded a terrifying aura, and his eyes were full of scorching killing intent, staring at Mei Lang in front of him, as if a goshawk was staring at the prey on the grassland.

This Elder Mei has walked the rivers and lakes for decades, and has been cultivating in Maoshan for a long time, but when he touches the fiery eyes of the miscellaneous hair path, he can't help but feel his heart beat faster, and his breathing is unnatural.

Whether he wants to admit it or not, the miscellaneous hairy path at this moment has become an opponent who can compete with him, or even make him unwilling to face.

Such a guy already has the qualifications to win the elder of that sect.

Miscellaneous Trail pointed the thunder punishment at Elder Mei Lang, and then began to take a deep breath, two white mist puffing between his nose.

The tip of the sword was steady, but his chest was heaving all the time. This violent ups and downs touched the mood of all of us, and at that moment, the miscellaneous trail gained everyone's attention, and he deservedly became the most important character in everyone's eyes. I was worried that the blood of the miscellaneous hair Xiaodao was boiling and his body was burning, and he was angry at Mei Lang as soon as his mind was hot, but he finally controlled his emotions, raised his head, and looked at Yang Zhixiu, who had reappeared on the steps of the temple gate.

This old and young, the two of them are like a pair of good friends who have been separated for many years, gazing affectionately, and at that moment, time seems to have stopped.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...... After a short period of silence, he exhaled deeply, calmly looked at the swordsman lying on the ground, and the Taoist priest who was frightened by the thunder, and said slowly: "Well, this is not the Divine Sword Thunder Channeling Technique, but it has almost reached that power, it is hard to imagine, how did you learn this; Well, since you have broken this formation of the Ninety-Nine Returns, it means that you have enough strength to return to the mountain gate - you have proved your strength, then here, I am honored to announce one thing......"

When Yang Zhixiu said this, he raised his head, looked around with his eyes, looked at everyone next to him, took a deep breath, and said: "On behalf of Tao Jinhong, the senior brother in charge, I would like to announce that from now on, Xiao Keming will re-enter my Maoshan gate wall, as my Maoshan disciple, walking in the rivers and lakes!" ”

These few words seemed to inject a lot of shocking power, and I heard a buzzing sound in my ears.

As soon as the words fell, the three or four generations of disciples gathered in the square couldn't help but cheer in unison.

These guys didn't inject too many things related to interests in their minds, but when they saw such a fierce man who had broken the big three-talent formation composed of Yang Kunpeng and others and had a legendary flying sword joining the Maoshan Sect, they immediately felt a sense of excitement and honor, and felt that it was a great honor to be able to be the same as the tough guy in front of them.

As these young disciples cheered, those second-generation disciples who had made friends with Miscellaneous Hair Xiaodao, Senior Brother and others also put down their reserve and congratulated the Miscellaneous Hair Xiaodao in the field. In the face of everyone's congratulations and blessings, the miscellaneous hair trail finally reined in the state of preparation, carried the thunder punishment behind him, and took the initiative to help up the fellow door lying on the ground - the strength has been demonstrated, and now it is time to show benevolence and righteousness.

A victor must have the attitude of a winner.

When it was all done, and the trail walked past me, I held out my hand, and he reached out and touched me.

Good brother, good work!

We looked at each other and smiled.