Even in the face of more than 20 sword cultivators in the Zhenshi Sword Domain, Emperor Yunxiao was still heroic and did not show the slightest timidity.

Di Yunxiao was so strong, but he frightened Jian Guiyi, his eyes kept looking at Di Yunxiao's back, thinking that he still had strong support, so he was so unscrupulous.

"Presumptuous! Even the Emperor Wu Emperor must not insult my Sword Domain Holy Land, you are just a Mansion Monarch Monk who has not yet been promoted to a real person, and An dares to mock and provoke my Sword Domain's future divine son. ”

Behind the sword returning to one, an old sword cultivator with misty eyes and seemed to be blind stood up, and his huge divine thoughts locked on Emperor Yunxiao, and the rolling sword intent was breeding, almost wanting to cut the void open.

A kendo real person!

The green tendons in the corners of Di Yunxiao's eyes twitched slightly, like such a real giant in the past, it was definitely an existence that he didn't dare to touch and resist, but now, it's just Er'er!

"Old fellow, do you know who you're talking to? This king is one of the three emperors of Qingxia, the young master of the ancient sect, and his status is equal to that of the Daojun giant. You are just a mere Yuheng real person, who gave you the courage to rely on the old and sell the old?"

The six-petal divine pattern in the center of the eyebrows appeared, and Emperor Yunxiao released his momentum, and the invisible sword momentum converged into a gang, and directly cut the momentum swept by the other party with just one glance.

The manic sword intent and sword momentum forced the old man's old face to turn purple, and he took three steps back, and a ray of horror appeared in his cloudy eyes.

Although his eyes were half-blind, his mind was still there, and he could clearly perceive what he was facing.

The extremely strong sword intent, the domineering sword momentum, the superposition of the two instantly shattered his momentum, this son's comprehension in the way of the sword has surpassed him, the real person of Yuheng.

"You..."

"What are you, don't you think you can start a war with Qingxia on behalf of the Sword Domain? This king repeats, if you want to talk nonsense, then fight to the death!"

Taking a step forward, Emperor Yunxiao's momentum was like a dragon, and a golden long sword phantom was born out of thin air behind him, buzzing.

The breath of the real person of the Sword Domain, who had already regressed, stagnated, and his throat seemed to be tightly held by a mysterious hand, and he wanted to say something to fight back, but he felt that he was overwhelmed by a coercion.

Emperor Wu can represent the Qingxia Ancient Sect, can he represent the Zhenshi Sword Domain?

Of course not!

Mo said that he was just a dying old Dao Protector True Person, even if he was a great real person who was the leader of the team this time, he didn't dare to compete with Di Yunxiao for status.

If this one is not expected, maybe after a thousand years, he will become the supreme head of the Qingxia Ancient Sect, and his status is equivalent to that of the Sword Domain Sect, in front of the leader of the first sect, he is a real person in Yuheng!

"Elder Yuan, don't be angry, you will hurt your body, why bother with the barbarians. ”

Jian Guiyi's face crossed a trace of flush, and his heart was secretly shocked, Di Yunxiao is becoming more and more terrifying now, and the momentum he released is so strong that he has only seen it in the senior brother and the second senior brother among his peers.

The Yuan Elder swallowed a wisp of scarlet sweetness in his mouth, clenched his hands tightly, his body kept trembling, and he still snorted coldly and retreated to the back of Sword Guiyi.

"The sword is one, your mouth is powerful now, dare to call this king a barbarian, then what are you?"

Emperor Yunxiao wrapped his arms around him, snapped his fingers, and the surging momentum was compressed by him into wisps of gang, suspended an inch above the surface of his body, looking like he was draped in a layer of battle armor.

Jian Guiyi was about to sneer at each other, and suddenly noticed the red and white figures in the passage, frowning, slightly awe-inspiring.

"Well, what kind of thing that doesn't open your eyes, dare to be presumptuous in front of my sword domain, Lao Tzu pinched him to death!"

Knock knock!

The ground was shaking wildly, and the nine-foot-tall Yang Wugang turned back with sonorous steps, and a disciple of the Sword Domain went to chase him to report it, and as soon as he got the kid, he quickly returned.

Yang Wugang glanced at Emperor Yunxiao, and the palm the size of a pu fan was about to be fanned over directly, and he didn't ask about Emperor Yunxiao's identity.

How could he not know that this was Qingxia Shaozhang Sect Emperor Yunxiao, but he pretended to be confused, and wanted to take this opportunity to clean up Emperor Yunxiao.

It's just that his palm is only halfway fanned, and his gaze touches the two beautiful figures that just appeared behind Di Yunxiao, and the hula stopped, the whistling wind scattered, and the wall that hit it all stabbed.

"Purple Kite, Purple Kite Fairy, you, why are you here!"

The corners of the eyes of the Exploding Sword King Yang Wugang twitched, he polished his eyes and looked at it again, and after confirming that he was not dazzled, his expression was extremely embarrassed, and he couldn't wait to turn around and return to the passage.

The red and white figures were the two Purple Kite and Ziqiong who had followed Di Yunxiao before, and there was a trace of surprise on their faces.

Especially Ziqiong, although Yang Wugang's slap stopped, the roaring aura rubbed her delicate face, stirring her cheeks with pain, like a needle prick.

When she landed, the little girl's originally cunning and pure eyes had a little more misty water vapor, and she was about to cry when she saw it.

The Purple Kite Goddess hurriedly patted Ziqiong's back and carefully comforted: "Good, silly girl, it didn't hurt your face, it's okay, don't cry, don't cry." ”

After appeasing Ziqiong, the Purple Kite Goddess turned around, and there was a hint of indifferent coldness in her inky pupils.

"Yang Wugang, I didn't expect that I haven't seen you for a few years, you have fallen to the point of being a fool, and you dare to hurt the sister of this palace, you should know very well what the price is. ”

The Netherworld Blood Sea Holy Land is one of the leaders of the Demon Dao, and if you can become a goddess of the Holy Land, how can you be willing to endure it.

The path of the devil has always been a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye, no matter who Yangwu Gangfang affected Ziqiong because of it, it has already touched her bottom line.

"Purple kite, I just want to teach a lesson to the people who insult my holy land, why are you so aggressive, that little girl didn't hurt half of her hair. ”

Seeing the woman's face and outfit clearly, Jian Gui Yideng's teeth were sore, and a cold air rushed up from the soles of his feet.

"You, the goddess of the netherworld, damn it, Yang Wugang, this martial artist, how can he be blinded to provoke this god-killing aunt and grandmother, this is a big trouble!"

Jian Guiyi's scalp was numb, and his face was no longer as calm as before, but a little more frightened.

Don't look at the Netherworld Goddess Purple Kite, who looks slender and beautiful, but in fact, many disciples of the Holy Land secretly regard her as a snake and scorpion, and they are extremely afraid.

This woman is a poisonous Shura at all, but few of those who provoke her will end well.

The Young Emperor of the Taishi Demon Gate, another super holy land of the Demon Dao, had provoked her, and she was almost brought back to death, if it weren't for the Holy Lord's voice, the Netherworld Goddess would definitely not give up.

"Yang Wugang, you mean that you have to hurt your sister before this palace can teach you a lesson!"

Being looked down upon like this in front of dozens of juniors and disciples, Yang Wugang's head was congested, and a rebellious aura rushed straight to his head, and he rushed directly towards the Netherworld Goddess.

"A woman who is messing around, is it really a grandfather who is good-tempered and doesn't dare to beat you!"