The old man's face was withered, his clothes were plain, but the momentum on his body was extremely amazing, with his bare hands, he actually killed several people of the Demon Sect in a row, and finally pulled up a huge pine tree, waving it into the center of the battlefield, only to see that the sky was full of tree shadows, overwhelmingly rushing, like a surging wave, and like an endless tide, wave after wave, wave after wave, chasing under the blue sky, a mountain of mist also seemed to tremble, it was really invincible, no one could stop it.

The poisonous gods and others who were besieging Dao Xuan were all stunned when they saw this, and secretly said that this Qingyun was really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and there was such a master, but they didn't take it too seriously, and still strangled a few people around Dao Xuan, after all, no matter how strong the old man was, there was only one person, and Dao Xuan's Zhuxian Sword Array was the enemy.

And the people of Qingyunmen were a little puzzled, they didn't know when such a master appeared in their own door, there were only a few elders with higher qualifications, the first one, looking at the old man was slightly familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

But Mo Wen looked at the old man, but his pupils shrank, but he remembered a character in the original book, and then saw that his face changed for a while, and finally he gritted his teeth and pounced.

Although now he can't wait for the old bastard who used the Zhuxian Sword to kill the Poison God, he knows better that when the Zhuxian Sword Array is launched, the first person to be chopped is probably himself.

The Soul Eater Stick shone with a dazzling blue light, and when everyone was involved in the old man's momentum and retreated, Mo Wen was swimming against the current.

With a loud bang, Mo Wen's whole person was beaten and flew out, and the old man also took a few steps back, and the momentum of his progress stopped for the first time. The pine tree in his hand also turned into a pile of powder.

"Huh? Tai Chi Qing Xuan Dao? The old man just sighed lightly, looked Mo Wen up and down a few times, and his eyes were full of doubts. What kind of disciple are you, you are not good at a young age, but why are you holding me back? ”

But Mo Wen couldn't control a lot, after a round of fighting, Mo Wen knew that he was by no means the opponent of this old man, and the person who could be as famous as Dao Xuan back then was not something that he could stop by a person who had not been in the Shangqing realm for a long time. Immediately shouted at the wargroup besieging Daoxuan.

"Master, be careful! He is Wan Jian Yi, and he can also drive the Zhuxian Sword Formation! ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces changed.

Ten Thousand Swords. The three words were like a nightmare, evoking the memories of many people present, the genius man who was as white as snow, who dominated the world and was unstoppable, was a wild battle. Single-handedly slashed into the main hall with a sword. The inscription of Edgeworth roared and left the hero.

But then these people who had seen Wan Jianyi had a trace of doubt in their eyes, how handsome and chic Wan Jianyi was back then, how could he have grown old like this after not seeing him for a hundred years, is it really the person in front of him?

But after all, some people carved something into their bones, and when they saw that Master Shuiyue, who was fighting with a demon sect, he screamed, left his opponent, and rushed towards the old man regardless of it. His eyes were slightly red, and he was very cold from before. The voice was full of surprise and sourness, "Senior Brother Wan is really you!" You're not dead! ”

And on the side of the Demon Sect, Cang Song's face turned pale for a while, "This, how is this possible, Senior Brother Wan, Wan is not dead, but I obviously saw it with my own eyes back then, so what I did - no, no, this is impossible!" Bold fanatics, you dare to pretend to be Senior Brother Wan, what are your intentions! ”

At the end of his words, he actually roared out, his eyes were blood-red, and he couldn't help but look at the people of the Demon Sect on the side.

For Wan Jianyi is Cangsong's obsession for a hundred years, for which he did not hesitate to betray the teacher who raised him, and plotted against his senior brother, at this time Wan Jianyi was reborn, he couldn't accept it.

And the Ghost King Sect, a trace of surprise also flashed in Youji's eyes, but then it dimmed again, looking at the old man standing in the field, slightly disappointed, in her mind, the ten thousand swords are the strong man who fights with swords and is invincible, not the rickety old man in front of her.

A hundred years ago, she tied a trace of love to Wan Jianyi, but it was not love, but she was attracted by Wan Jianyi's strength and heroism, which was a kind of longing, and then she continued to beautify it for a hundred years, so that Yu Ji never forgot Wan Jianyi, but at this time, when she saw the real person, she was more disillusioned and disappointed.

Noticing that the people around him were either curious or surprised, the old man sighed lightly, the expression was indescribably sour and miserable, he glanced at Mo Wen, and said self-deprecatingly: "I can't imagine that the old man has not had an accident for a long time, but there are juniors who can recognize me at a glance, an old man, hey, should I say that I was not a small name back then?" ”

But then the old man exhaled a long breath, and his body suddenly rose a little, and the rickety figure suddenly gave people a feeling of standing up to the sky, and then saw him suddenly shout, "Not bad!" My old man is Wan Jianyi, the little cubs of the Demon Gate dare to kill Tongtian Peak, is it really no one in my Qingyun Gate?! ”

The sound shook for hundreds of miles, piercing and deafening, but the voice and spirit were indescribably heroic, in front of dozens of people from the Demon Sect, Wan Jian's eyes were full of contempt and disdain, which made all the demon disciples breathless.

Looking at the familiar figure, the spirit, Tian Buyi's eyes were red, as if he had returned to a hundred years ago, he was behind that figure, fighting in the wilderness, happy and revenge, and there was a few more strength in his body out of thin air, not only him, but a few people in the wilderness back then and the elders who had seen ten thousand swords, all of them were shocked, and their morale was greatly boosted in a blink of an eye.

"Kill!"

Under the leadership of all the elders and the first place, the Qingyunmen disciples' instantaneous outburst even suppressed the masters of the Demon Sect, and the crazy appearance made people feel chilled.

And during the battle, Tian Buyi didn't forget to shout at Lin Jingyu, "Senior nephew Lin handed over the dragon slaying sword to Senior Brother Wan?" ”

Lin Jingyu was stunned, although it was about his own life and death, he did not hesitate at all, and directly threw the sword towards Wanjian.

"Senior takes the sword!"

Wan Jian was stunned one by one, looked at the familiar but unfamiliar thing, and slowly stretched out his hands.

It was a pair of withered and old palms, I don't know how many years of wind and frost it had experienced, but it once again came into contact with the hard and cold hilt, and then. Hold it tight!

There was a faint sound of bells.

"Choking"

Suddenly, the originally dim Dragon Slaying Sword Huo Ran rose green, and the blooming light was like the sun in the sky. Glaring and can't force the eye! The body of the sword trembled, as if it was roaring excitedly, and the dragon groaned endlessly, and the shocking sound echoed out, heading straight for the nine heavens.

Wan Jianyi gently stroked the blue light and shengsheng dragon slaying with his hand, as gentle as stroking his beloved woman. The Dragon Slaying Sword was whistling, as if it was reunited with an old friend.

"Old man. We met again and didn't expect that one day we would be able to fight side by side! The old man said lightly in the surging blue light.

The words fell, and suddenly Bimang broke out instantly. The whole clearing was shrouded in green in an instant, and the curtain swept the ground. In that sharp roar, the dragon slaying sword flew out of the old man's hand, like lightning flashing. Rush out.

The people of the Demon Sect looked at the old man with such great momentum. I have long been on guard, and at this moment I shouted, and at the same time I attacked with a magic weapon, but the dense magic weapon made people look like they were palpitating in their hearts, but unexpectedly, the old man didn't pay attention to the magic weapon that attacked him, and the dragon sword turned into a pillar of light, and attacked directly from the mountains and seas, and the whole person killed into the demon sect like a long dragon. With a backhand sword, he split a demon disciple with a magic weapon in half, and then continued to rush forward without looking back. For a time, the entire battlefield was soaked in green, blood was splashed, stumps were flying, and there was no enemy where ten thousand swords passed.

Dozens of Demon Sect masters were frightened by the killing of Wan Jian Yi one by one, and their momentum fell again, even the Poison God and others were also taken by the power of the other party, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a while, after all, Wan Jian Yi was terrifying, they knew better than anyone that the double arrogance of Qingyunmen back then was famous by stepping on the accumulated white bones of the Demon Sect members.

But at this moment, I heard a cold snort, but a figure pounced, and directly rushed towards the green dragon that had turned into ten thousand swords.

A small mirror above his head emitted a faint halo, and the man looked at the attack of ten thousand swords in a row of mountains and seas, but he did not dodge or retreat.

Bang!

Facing the small yellow cover, the dragon slaying sword that sharpened iron like mud was the first time in vain, although after a stalemate for a while, the dragon slaying sword was full of blue light, and the shield was shattered, but the figure that stopped Wan Jianyi had already flown to the side, safe and sound.

Glancing coldly at the demons around him, Mo Wen let out a loud shout.

"What are you afraid of! He's just one man, and he can't kill all of us! ”

Looking at Mo Wen's fearless expression, the demons were at ease in their hearts, and they could be regarded as recovering something, and then they thought that none of their people in their early twenties had been cultivating for hundreds of years, but none of them could see it, and their faces were slightly red, and the look they looked at Wan Jianyi was extremely unkind, but they were desperate.

The people of the Demon Sect are so ruthless and ruthless, but it doesn't mean that these guys have no blood at all, the defeat of the Demon Sect a hundred years ago is a shame for almost all the disciples, this Qingyun revenge journey, there is never a shortage of guys who dare to fight hard, they are not even afraid of death, and they are afraid of ten thousand swords!

Looking at the morale of the Demon Sect people gathered again, Wan Jianyi frowned slightly, and glanced at Mo Wen, but there was a murderous intent in his heart.

"Not bad! Let's go up together and kill this old guy! ”

At this time, the poison god and several people also reacted, leaving Mrs. Sanmiao alone, and the three of Yuyangzi, the ghost king, and the poison god rushed here together, compared to a half-dead Dao Xuan, it was obvious that Wan Jianyi, who could also control the immortal sword array, was more threatening.

Looking at the three major sect masters of the Demon Sect who rushed in, Wan Jianyi was unabated in arrogance, and the battle dragon sword was bright and prosperous, but it was the first step to slash through the air.

"Poison God, you old immortal still dare to go out of the mountain, today I will see you cut down with a sword, and then see how your disciples and grandchildren who play with poison jump!"

"The new sect master of the Ghost King Sect is right, yes, much stronger than your predecessor's ability!"

"And the clown of the Hall of Eternal Life, if you don't nest in the Savage Temple, and dare to come out, aren't you afraid that I will burn down the temple you are guarding again?"

Laughing wildly in his mouth, with his fearless killing offensive, Wan Jianyi did not fall behind with one enemy and three enemies.

Of course, there are three Demon Sects who are wary of each other and do not use all their strength, but it is enough to see their high strength.

It's just that when they saw that Wan Jian was entangled by the three of them, the people of the Demon Sect were all relieved, and they pressed the righteous side into the upper hand with their backhands, and if this goes on like this, it will be a matter of time before they are defeated.

Protected by all the people behind him, Dao Xuan frowned when he saw this, only to see him say something to the water qilin who had been lying beside him, and the latter suddenly roared and rushed out, the momentum was extremely violent.

This kind of ancient giant beast, its strength is by no means below that of any cultivator, this impact is fierce, it is not a joke to be beaten, and in the blink of an eye, the circle besieging Dao Xuan was punched a gap, and then I saw the water qilin rushing towards Wan Jianyi.

But at this moment, Mo Wen suddenly appeared in front of the water qilin, and the blue light on the soul devouring stick flashed, and a huge Tai Chi gossip appeared in front of the water qilin.

"Give me back!"

The huge gossip shattered under the claws of the water qilin, but the latter was also shaken back.

Knowing what would happen to the water qilin in the past, Mo Wen made up his mind to stop it here, if it was a spirit beast in its heyday, he might not be an opponent yet, but after the other party was highly poisonous, he was still a little sure.

The next thing was just as Mo Wen expected, the water qilin broke through three or four times, but he was blocked, the spirit beast ran back and forth restlessly, but Mo Wen couldn't help it at all, especially when the reckless Zhu clam and the ice silkworm appeared on Mo Wen's shoulder, after feeling a certain breath that made it suffer a big loss, it was even more jealous, and did not dare to make the slightest move, and Dao Xuan also saw the situation here, but Qingyunmen was outnumbered, but he couldn't find anyone to help.

Looking at the water qilin that was crawling on his forelimbs, but did not dare to pounce, Mo Wen just smiled lightly, and just wanted to say something, but his face changed, and he suddenly shouted in anger: "Cangsong, you dare!" ”

It turned out that at some point, Cang Song had quietly come to his side, and the fairy sword in his hand was shining brightly, but it was slashing towards Mo Wen's head.

He was originally on the side of the Demon Sect, so no one intercepted him, so he was mixed up with Mo Wen's side.

Listening to Mo Wen's loud questioning, Cang Song ignored it, and the fairy sword in his hand slashed over with an indomitable momentum, and the posture was so eager to die with Mo Wen.

You must know that Cang Song, as the head of the Dragon Head Peak, was only under the head of the sect in the past, and his cultivation was naturally extraordinary, but at this time, even Mo Wen had to retreat and flash to the side, and taking advantage of this kung fu, the water qilin was rushing towards Wan Jianyi.

Looking at the water qilin that had gone away, Mo Wen's face turned pale, and he glared at Cang Song viciously, "Cang Song, do you know what you are doing?" ”

In this regard, Cangsong laughed miserably, "I, Cangsong, am a sinner in Qingyunmen, it is not a pity to die, I can make up for some mistakes, even if I die, I will be blind!" ”

And at this moment, as soon as Wan Jian and the Poison God and the others were on the battlefield, they heard a burst of exclamation, and then suddenly rose with a burst of scorching white light.

With the sound of chanting, the brilliant seven-colored qi sword reappeared in the sky, constantly separating the monochromatic qi sword, which was brilliant.

Looking at the brilliant brilliance, Cang Song's eyes were relieved, lost, confused, and helpless, but in the end, they all turned into a resolute one.

Looking at Mo Wen, he said lightly: "You are also a traitor to Qingyunmen, you can stay with me!" ”

Looking at the expressionless Cang Song, Mo Wen only felt a piercing coldness. (To be continued......)

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