Just as they were spitting at each other, two groups of sect disciples had already crossed them and rushed towards the end of the ladder.

"Okay, let's vent, then hurry up, if you don't want to be at the bottom, then don't fight with them. ”

Gently patting the non-existent dust on the robe, Emperor Yunxiao got up, and two eyes as sharp as swords scraped across the faces of the monks of the Mixed Yuan Dao Sect.

"Those stinky mouths just cut off their hands and feet, which is a lesson, if you wait for any more nonsense, don't blame me Qingxia for knocking you all down the ladder, and you won't have the opportunity to live in the immortal path after that. ”

His voice was not loud, but it reached the ears of these twenty or so Mixed Yuan Dao Sect disciples, and it was not reprimanded by the sullen thunder, which caused the blood of several of them to churn, and almost shocked them with internal injuries.

The faces of the two top True Sect disciples of the Mixed Yuan Dao Sect turned black, and the other party was shocked by just a word, and their breath was not smooth, and they were obviously extremely terrifying powerhouses.

Qingxia Ancient Sect's trip except for the Emperor Wu Emperor, who else can have such power?

At this time, Emperor Yunxiao had already changed his face through the disguise technique, and it looked like a completely different appearance, as long as he didn't take the initiative to expose it, even if it was a hidden monk who was standing at the peak of the emperor, he couldn't see it.

"Who is Your Excellency? If you are not a disciple of the Qingxia Ancient Sect, why do you have to wade into this troubled water?"

The other party is a true disciple of the Mixed Yuan Dao Sect, and in the holy land, how can he easily lower his noble head.

"It's really... Don't cry when you don't see the coffin!"

Emperor Yunxiao turned his head suddenly, the spine dragon spun, and a tyrannical arrogance escaped from his bones.

His eyes were full of lightning, the five fingers of his right arm were clenched, and his left foot took a step back, and he directly blasted out with an eight-pole collapse.

From a distance of three zhang, the true disciple of the Mixed Yuan Dao Sect who asked the question suddenly had a purple face, his hands were crossed in front of his chest, and the mana around his body was condensed, turning into a cover to protect his body.

Bang!

It was as if the shock of the heavy wood bombardment of the bronze bell was transmitted out, and the disciples of the Mixed Yuan Dao Sect flew out upside down in the eyes of the monks on both sides, and fell forty or fifty zhang at once, falling on the stone steps for a long time and unable to get up.

With the power of one punch, he brutally beat a true disciple of the Holy Land to the point that more than a dozen bones were broken, half of his arm was shattered, and his heart and intestines suffered a lot of trauma, and he could not recover without more than ten years of cultivation.

There was a dead silence on the ladder, and even some disciples of other forces who had just arrived here were suffocated, and they were embarrassed to block the way, neither advancing nor retreating.

"You, how dare you..."

The roaring anger brewed and exploded in his heart, and the true disciple of the Heavenly Power Wheel of the Mixed Yuan Dao Sect suddenly looked back, his face was hideous like a demon, and with a wave of his hand, he tore open the space and summoned the three silver armor corpses he had refined.

"Montu, stop, are you crazy! That man is so terrifying, even if you have ten silver-armored corpses, rushing forward will send you to death. Could it be that you plan to kill the other senior brothers?"

When the Restoration Sect Refining Armor Cultivator wanted to make a move, another True Inheritance disciple on the side tightly wrapped his arms.

"Ou Mingming, Fang Cai almost beat my brother to a cripple, is it possible that you want me to stand by and watch?"

Two heavy snorts erupted, and the alchemist known as Montu forcibly broke free, directly commanding the three silver-armored corpses to pounce towards Emperor Yunxiao.

Seeing this, several top true inheritors of the Qingxia Ancient Sect jumped out one after another, wanting to give this guy a little color.

"Hmph, I don't know whether it's alive or dead, how can you provoke the boss of my family. ”

The long knife in Zhu Jiudao's hand buzzed, and even his long knife spirit sensed Emperor Yunxiao's impatience at this moment, and issued a faint warning.

"Hey, I don't want to do it, but someone hit the head of the gun, it's just that, I really think that my Qingxia Ancient Sect is easy to bully. Montu, right, borrow one of my palms, spare you from death!"

Emperor Yunxiao Qi was agitated by the eight veins, and the invisible flesh and blood essence qi was mobilized from everywhere and gathered in both palms.

"Rainbow Palm"!

When he was in the ancient world of China, he was known as one of the three great masters in the martial arts world, known for his unpredictability and ruthlessness.

The three silver-armored corpses overcame fifteen times the gravity and went straight to Emperor Yunxiao, their sharp five claws tearing open the void, trying to tear Emperor Yunxiao to pieces.

On the ladder of heaven, these silver-armored corpses are not afraid of gravity, which is one of the killer features of the Mixed Yuan Dao Gate.

Originally, Mengtu and the others had been following the monks of the Qingxia Ancient Sect, just to take advantage of the lax defense of the Qingxia Ancient Sect to summon dozens of silver-armored corpses and slaughter them.

But unfortunately, they still far underestimated the heritage of the Qingxia Ancient Sect.

Although there were no other two young emperors of the Qingxia Ancient Sect on this trip, there were also a few ruthless stubbles hidden.

He Shaochuan, the fourth Dragon King of the True Tradition, Lou Qianmo the sixth of the True Tradition, and Xiao Yanwang, the eighth of the True Legend, (the new ranking after the internal competition of the disciples of the True Tradition).

Under the cultivation of this sect at any cost, these three people have broken into the Purple Mansion level.

Especially He Shaochuan, the dragon bloodline is atavistic to his ancestors.

Like Ao Tianguan, He Shaochuan burst out with terrifying potential, breaking through the shackles of the early stage of the Tianji Wheel before, leaving behind Hu Qianxun and Lou Qianmo, who were the third and fourth in the original true legend.

Under He Shaochuan's full outburst, he is completely comparable to a real person giant at the level of Yuheng Dacheng, and can be regarded as a top powerhouse at the quasi-emperor level, not inferior to Qu Jiang's hatred of them.

Everyone only saw Emperor Yunxiao's figure flashing, as if the terrifying gravity did not restrain him in the slightest.

The three palm shadows slapped on the heads of the three silver-armored corpses at the same time, and then before the others could react, Emperor Yunxiao's body disappeared again and appeared behind Montu.

"Turning the Starry Sky"!

Under the great power of space, Emperor Yunxiao was as swift as a ghost, and the treacherous palm power of the rainbow palm hit the opponent's back.

"Montu, be careful!"

Emperor Yunxiao disappeared, and at this moment, Ou Mingming's voice came into Mengtu's ears, but at this moment, his ears roared, his seven orifices bled blood, and his majestic body fell down violently.

Wow!

Meng Tu raised his head and spurted out a mouthful of blood, the blood stained his vision red, and he only felt that his whole body seemed to be crushed back and forth by demon beasts, and his body, which was originally considered to be a successful cultivation, was extremely sore, and he couldn't lift up a little strength.

The reason why the rainbow palm was listed as one of the three major palms in the ancient Chinese martial arts world at the beginning naturally has its own way.

This palm technique is not as strong and domineering as Bajiquan, but it hurts the internal organs and muscles, and it can suppress the acupoints, close the valves, and make people lose their mobility in a short time.

Click! Bang Bang!

The three-headed silver-armored corpse roared, and the back of its head exploded like a ripe watermelon.

The silver-armored corpse comparable to the quasi-real person's cultivation died violently at the same time, shocking the souls of the monks of the Yuan Dao Sect, one by one, as if they were ghosts and gods.

(End of chapter)