A young powerhouse of the Heavenly Clan stood up, his expression was cold, as if he had some deep hatred with Emperor Yunxiao.

One after another, there were several Tianjiao figures of the younger generation in the Mixed Heaven Holy Land and the Sword Domain who were attacking Emperor Yunxiao, and several real powerhouses in the scattered cultivation were also coaxing on the side.

"Quack, do you have the courage to instigate others, don't you dare to come forward?"

Emperor Yunxiao's eyes were like knives, and he didn't take this young man of the Heavenly Clan to heart at all, although the other party had a strong aura, but at best, he was only the top qualification of the king, and he was not qualified to talk to him.

"Lu Jinyun, hahaha, he couldn't instigate him, but he was ridiculed. With this amount of energy, I still want the old man of the Celestial Clan to go to the Thunder Emperor Clan to propose marriage, tsk tsk..."

On the side of the Sword Domain, a sword cultivator with hair like steel needles and a mouth full of cheeks mocked by name, and didn't seem to take the other party's identity to heart at all.

On his left hand side, there was a sword that was holding a sword and closing his eyes to recuperate, of course he also saw Emperor Yunxiao, but he didn't want to get involved in these broken gongs, so as not to anger this Shura figure.

"Fart!Hou Yongchang, when did my son let people go to the Thunder Emperor Clan to propose marriage, that is my future sister-in-law..."

Provoked by the monk of the Sword Domain, Lu Jinyun of the Heavenly Clan turned his head, and his four arms pulled out a string of sharp blades that flickered with cold light, and he was about to fight with him.

Emperor Yunxiao, who has been in the center of the whirlpool storm, knows why such a powerful son of heaven will target him everywhere, dare to be afraid that there are rumors about him and Jiang Xuewei in the outside world, and now some people are unhappy.

"There's a lot of nonsense! Lu Jinyun, since your brother is not here, don't make a noise, Emperor Wuhuang, come to understand what kind of Taoist companion Fairy Jiang has taken a fancy to!"

Although Emperor Yunxiao bears the name of Qingxia Young Sect Leader and Young Emperor, in the eyes of these Tianjiao, who have practiced for hundreds of years, the time for cultivating immortals is too short, and it is not enough to compete with them.

Changing to Qingxia's Sword Emperor and True Xuan Emperor, few of them may dare to provoke.

Before Emperor Yunxiao could answer, a majestic monk like an iron tower had already appeared beside him, exuding an extremely terrifying aura.

He looked like he was forty years old, his temples were shaved into broken inches, he wore a crown of golden wings and pearls, he was dressed in a double sun robe, a silver python purple belt was tied around his waist, a sleeveless large hood, and three clouds on top of him rushed in the air, like silk wisps, tumbling uncertainly.

"Who's down there?"

Di Yunxiao's breathing was a little disordered, and the other party was terrifying, not inferior to some veteran real people at the peak of Yuheng, and his gestures were full of strength.

There are three gangclouds, representing the gathering of three flowers, and this guy has almost reached the level of great perfection in real people.

"The Third True Legend of the Mixed Heaven Holy Land Xie Chuanfeng!"

When the monks of the major forces around heard this person's self-declaration of identity, they fell into an uproar, and even the Western Pole Emperor of the Chaos Heaven Holy Land was arrogant, and his expression was quite embarrassed.

It is true that Xie Chuanfeng is a true disciple of the Chaos Heaven Holy Land, but this person is nearly nine hundred years old, which can be regarded as a figure of the previous era, but he has a shy face to challenge a young man who has only been cultivating for decades, which is really contemptible.

However, although the surrounding monks complained in their hearts, they didn't dare to say anything on the surface.

Although this guy is shameless, he has indeed gone a long way on the immortal road, and his cultivation has reached the peak level of Yuheng, plus a heavy treasure, his cultivation is not necessarily much worse than the arrogance and impermanence of the West Pole Emperor.

"Now that Emperor Wu Huang is in big trouble, he is being targeted by this vengeful old boy, and if he doesn't take off a layer of skin, I'm afraid that it will be difficult to end today. The demon sealing knife came out, shocking the ghosts. ”

"The sword is one, don't you take a hand, this Qingxia Shaozhang seems to have an old relationship with you?"

Hou Yongchang, who had just spoken out to mock the young king of the Heavenly Clan, gently stabbed the sword that closed his eyes and cultivated his mind with his arm.

Seeing his senior brother asking, he shook his head:

"Third Senior Brother, Old Ghost Xie is powerful, but if you want to make Emperor Yunxiao's unruly iron bones bow down, I'm afraid you can't do it. ”

Seeing that Xie Chuanfeng was about to make a move, two real people from the Qingxia Ancient Sect came up and surrounded each other, but they were pulled behind by Emperor Yunxiao's two arms.

"You and the other two retreated, it's just a true biography, and there is no need for this king to back down. ”

"But the young master, this person is too deceitful, obviously he is an eighty or nine hundred years old monk, and he still has the face to say that he is asking you for advice, which is simply a loss of face in the holy land. ”

Hearing this, Di Yunxiao smiled noncommittally: "It's okay, just wait and retreat, I have my own plans." ”

The two Qingxia real people glared at Xie Chuanfeng fiercely, and when they saw that Emperor Yunxiao was overpowering, they could only retreat dozens of feet and watch from afar, for fear that their own young master would suffer.

"Old thing, you can really talk nonsense. There's an old saying that a gun shoots a bird in the head, and since you've stepped up, don't think about it so easily and go back. ”

How can Di Yunxiao be so good-looking, as early as when Deyu Dazhenren gave him a look, he knew that after Dazhenren left, these turtle grandsons would definitely embarrass him.

Even if Xie Chuanfeng doesn't stand up, there will definitely be other thorns looking for him.

"Asura mode, open!"

Whispering a word, Emperor Yunxiao stepped forward, and with each step, his long jet-black hair became a little more dark purple.

Seven steps out, his eyes were gloomy, and he looked forward to it, his eyebrows were red and purple, flying into his sideburns, and his hair was the same color.

I have to say that this treacherous change suppressed a lot of the noise around them, and those monks above the quasi-real level all felt a tyrannical and oppressive aura.

Even the arrogant and unruly Emperor of the West Pole stood up from the stone bench abruptly, his expression solemn.

"Hahahaha, bastard boy, I'm afraid you haven't heard of this seat. Let's see how I pinch you to death, and then I have to see how Fairy Jiang will take a fancy to you. ”

Xie Chuanfeng's eyes were crossed by a yin poison, and he pinched a magic seal with both hands, and rushed towards Emperor Yunxiao with great fanfare, and at the same time, the three flowers on his head exuded the fragrance of flowers, rolling up the Dao vision.

The gravity in this labyrinth is even more terrifying than that of the outside world, equivalent to about six times that of the Infinite Realm, and a lot of mana needs to be blessed during walking.

Xie Chuanfeng pulled out a ball of Xuanguang, and when he got closer, Di Yunxiao saw clearly, it was a rolled lancet.

The knife was as thin as white paper, but its sharp aura was terrifying, and before he could get close, a chill crept up his clothes.

"Wind and fire are thundering!"

Emperor Yunxiao posed at the bottom of the pile of the Eight Pole Fist, and the purple thunder and red flames swept around him, looking at the fluttering and dancing, and the mist was trembling.

In the acupuncture points of his eyebrows, the Bayeux spirit rune shone brightly, making a slight trembling sound, and the colorful sound and light penetrated the canopy, and his whole person was like a demon god rendered by tyrannical arrogance.

The two have not yet come into contact, and the momentum between them is squeezing, and it is actually a fierce wind in this labyrinth, and the monks on both sides do not check for a while, and several people are directly shocked dozens of feet.

"Sealing the Demon Knife Method, one knife is chaotic!"

In the soft butter candlelight, Xie Chuanfeng's figure rushed towards Emperor Yunxiao, and the speed exploded fiercely at that moment, and the dust under his feet exploded, spreading in a radius of three zhang, and the sword shadows overlapped.

(End of chapter)