The Slender Bamboo Daoist was still waiting for the movement on the side of the Flying Immortal Gate on the high mountain on the way from the Flying Immortal Gate to the Fu Demon Ridge.

Encouraging the Golden Armor Pavilion to move towards the Flying Immortal Gate, it was just that Tianxuanmen wanted to test whether the Flying Immortal Gate had the existence of a god-transforming monk, and whether the old man of the Lonely Mountain, who had not appeared for a long time, was alive.

A strong enemy invaded, whether it was the old man of the lonely mountain or the existence of the avatar god, there was no reason not to appear.

If it doesn't show up, it means that there is no such person.

As soon as it appears, there are still undercover agents of Tianxuanmen on the Feixian Gate, they will quickly feedback the news, and Tianxuanmen will adjust its future development direction.

The Golden Armor Pavilion is just cannon fodder selected by Tianxuanmen.

In order to let the Golden Armor Pavilion obediently come out as cannon fodder, the Slender Bamboo Dao people spent a lot of effort, and the one hundred and fifty elite disciples in the sect said that they had all taken it out.

Because he knew that if the Golden Pavilion was not cannon fodder, his clear mind would come out as cannon fodder.

Isn't the owner's dog meant to be pounced on when needed?

For the pit Jinjia Pavilion, he has no psychological pressure.

Even if he pushed those elite disciples in the sect into the fire pit, he didn't have any psychological pressure.

In order to compete for the position of the master, he took the initiative to take refuge in Tianxuanmen, and united with the masters of Tianxuanmen to set up an ambush and kill his fellow brothers.

That kind of thing can be done, and doing such a thing is just a trivial matter.

Moreover, maybe the Flying Immortal Gate has neither a god cultivator nor a lonely mountain old man, and the Golden Armor Pavilion can still win.

At this time, the Jinjia Pavilion monks trapped in the Flying Immortal Gate Great Array had already scolded the eighteen generations of the ancestors of the Thin Bamboo Dao people in their hearts.

Under the suppression of the formation, within a few minutes of the start of the battle, a Jindan monk of the Golden Armor Pavilion died at the hands of Lu Liang of the Flying Immortal Gate.

They can't even fend off their opponents' attacks, so where is there time to break the formation?

They feel like they're going to fall here today.

Shan Xiu, who suppressed his mana, faced the old man of the lonely mountain at the same level, and he also had a hard time coping.

The two sword lights were like a long rainbow, with a fierce momentum, fighting endlessly in the large array, colliding many times in an instant, bursting out with a piercing sound, splashing strings of golden light and shadows, like fireworks.

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, the mana is surging, and in a large area where the two flying swords are fighting, there is no one else's existence.

Even if it is a Jindan monk, if he enters this circle, he will easily lose his life.

After only a few minutes of fighting, Shan Xiu felt a lot of pressure and was a little overwhelmed.

The death of a Jindan monk in the camp made him feel even heavier.

Today, I'm probably going to die here.

Skinny Bamboo Daoist, you are such a bastard!

"Just one died, it's a pity. ”

On the side of Dicui Courtyard, Zhong Yuan, who was paying attention to this place, sighed with regret, and then said to Ziyuan, who had already prepared: "You can't wait any longer, now you start casting spells." ”

"Yes, Master!"

Zi Yuan answered, held the spirit talisman, and made a spell to sink the divine consciousness into it.

A vast and terrifying coercion carried a monstrous murderous aura towards the side of the large array.

At the same time, Zhong Yuan pressed the sword trick in his hand, pointed forward, and a golden sword rainbow flew over like lightning.

At this time, the old man of the lonely mountain had collided with Shan Xiu thousands of times.

His physical body was already old and decrepit, and his blood and qi were insufficient, and he could feel that the few longevity that had been there was was passing quickly.

He shouldn't have been involved in such a fierce battle.

However, in order to fly to the immortal gate, he had to stand up and fight to the death.

Cheer up, without the slightest pause, and continue to command the flying sword of the natal magic weapon to bombard towards Shan Xiu.

"Boom!"

It was another fierce collision, Shan Xiu couldn't bear that kind of force, and unconsciously took a step back.

The old man of the lonely mountain wanted to take advantage of his breath to kill this person who took the lead, and naturally he would not give him a chance to breathe, so he slashed it with a sword.

Shan Xiu was about to meet him with the sword, and suddenly felt a vast and terrifying coercion forced by boundless murderous aura, and he lost his mind for a while, and he forgot to take out the sword.

Such a terrifying coercion, he had never felt in any of the Yuan Infant Cultivators, and it was more than ten times more terrifying than the most powerful Yuan Infant Cultivator he had ever seen.

A thought arose in his heart: "Monk of the Gods, how is this possible?"

How can you be distracted when masters fight?

Just when he panicked, the flying sword of the old man of the lonely mountain had already slashed over and slashed into his talisman robe.

Shan Xiu did a very thorough job of protecting himself, wearing a low-grade magic weapon-level talisman on his body, and a golden light armor of the best spirit weapon level inside.

The flying sword of the old man of the lonely mountain slashed over, only to hear a loud "boom", the golden light burst out, and his talisman was cut and slashed on the golden light armor.

When he broke the talisman robe, his flying sword power had been exhausted, so he didn't continue to slash the golden light armor.

But at this time, a golden sword rainbow flew from the top of the mountain, and the golden light flashed, directly penetrating Shan Xiu's golden light armor and submerged into Shan Xiu's body.

"It's Zhong Offering ...... shot"

When he felt the terrifying coercion, the old man of the lonely mountain knew that Zhong Yuan was going to make a move.

Seeing Zhong Yuan penetrate Shan Xiu with a sword, he was relieved and shocked in his heart.

Fortunately, Zhong Yuan made a move, and Feixianmen had locked the victory.

What shocked was the power of Zhong Yuan's sword, which regarded the best protective spiritual weapon as nothing, destroying the withering and decaying, and a sword was fatal.

Even if he was a Yuanying Cultivator, he felt that this sword was too difficult to resist.

Monk Jindan's sword was able to threaten Monk Yuanying, which had to shock him.

Such a person, if he reaches the realm of Yuanying, what kind of demeanor will he be?

Thinking of this, the old man of Gushan sighed in his heart: "It's a pity, I can't see it." ”

As soon as the sword entered his body, Shan Xiu woke up from the horror, knowing that now was not the time to be frightened, he stretched out his hands and wanted to pull out the golden flying sword with the technique of splitting light and catching shadows.

Yuanying Monk is physically strong, and he will not die if he is hit by a sword, and after pulling it out, he can fight again.

But when he caught the sword light with both hands, he found that he couldn't pull out the sword rainbow.

He even felt that the mana and even qi and blood in his whole body were surging towards that sword rainbow at an incredible speed.

That sword rainbow was like a bottomless pit, frantically absorbing and devouring the essence of his body.

A name popped into his mind.

Blood Demon Martial White!

How similar is this routine to the Blood Devouring Sword of Blood Demon Wu Bai back then?

Suddenly his face turned pale with shock.

He wanted to say something, but his whole body was losing his energy rapidly, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak.

In just a dozen seconds, he was already a dead corpse and burned.

The old man of the lonely mountain fell in one breath, and he was no longer able to stand, so he stood there without moving.

Zhong Yuan's Guiyuan Sword began to show its might, turning into a golden rainbow and crisscrossing the array.

As far as the sword light went, none of them could join forces to kill all the remaining Jindan monks with the power of destroying and decaying.