"Who the hell are you?" The short old man couldn't help but change his face when he saw the black and silver woman showing her true cultivation, and asked.

"Who am I, you also have to be qualified to know" The woman in black had a heavy disdain in her eyes.

"You!"

The short old man is usually high, where is he insulted like this, his face turned red at the moment, and the vitality around him was churning, obviously he was already angry.

"Taiyi Pavilion, I don't think there's anything either"

Just when the tension was at this, Wen Qingye walked in slowly, looked at the short old man, and sneered.

"Disciple of Tianxuan Sect?" The old man saw Wen Qingye, and a trace of murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

Wen Qingye took a deep breath, his cold eyes were like a sharp sword, and he stabbed at the old man: "Since you are affiliated with the Taiyi Pavilion of the Burial Heaven Sect, then you should also die!"

The woman in black slowly retreated, Wen Qingye suddenly appeared, it seemed that she had a deep holiday with Taiyi Pavilion, and she was naturally very willing to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight.

"This kid, if you want to find death, I can't help it, it's just a pity that a young, handsome body is gone" The woman in black shook her head secretly.

The old man's face was gloomy and dripping, and he shouted angrily: "Arrogant, boy, don't you know how to write dead words?"

"Hahahaha, I don't know how to write dead characters, but I will let you know how dead words are written" Wen Qingye laughed, and then stepped on it, and the wild momentum was released at once, and the sword in his hand suddenly came out of the sheath like a touch.

"How can this kid's momentum be so fierce? No, I want to curb his prestige and take the lead" The old man was shocked, but he calmed down in a moment, and then the iron rod in his hand stabbed towards Wen Qingye.

The iron rod was like the wind, instantly piercing the surrounding air, producing a piercing sonic boom, and the next moment, the cold iron rod had already appeared in front of Wen Qingye, and the old man was originally a few feet away from Wen Qingye, and he also crossed over in an instant.

Wen Qingye felt the roar, and couldn't help but shake his body, but Wen Qingye's movements were not slow at all.

Yinian Sword was as thin as a cicada's wings, gently slashing through the air, instantly turning into a terrible sword shadow, so fast that people couldn't catch the shadow at all, and slashed directly towards the iron rod in front of him, and the vitality in his body also burst up at this moment, exerting to an extreme.

Boom!

With a crisp sound, after the two exchanged weapons together, Wen Qingye's wrist swept along the trend, and the long sword was abruptly tilted, like a beating ghost, slashing along the pitch-black iron rod, directly slashing at the old man's dry hands.

"This kid's sword is so terrible!" the old man was shocked, and immediately put away all his contempt.

Even the woman in black standing in the distance frowned, and a trace of contempt in her heart disappeared.

The four people next to him only saw two figures flying, a spark was flying, Wen Qingye strode forward, like a dragon and snake turning, the old man quickly retreated, all slightly stunned.

The two of them were just a simple temptation, and the old man and the woman in black came to see how superb Wen Qingye's swordsmanship was.

The old man retreated quickly, but Wen Qing would not let him leave so easily, and his footsteps followed, and the sword in his hand continued to press towards his wrist.

"It's too much of a deception!" the old man shouted, and the two arms holding the iron rod flung down violently, and a terrifying force instantly transmitted to Wen Qingye's sharpened blade.

Wen Qingye couldn't help but feel a shock on his wrist and took three steps back.

Seeing that Wen Qingye's figure was unstable, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and he strode towards Wen Qingye, holding an iron rod in both hands and sweeping directly towards Wen Qingye, the wind around him was loud and powerful.

"Autumn wind and falling leaves!"

The heavy vitality was attached to the iron rod, and swept towards Wen Qingye with a thunderous momentum.

The moment Wen Qingye saw the old man running towards him, the vitality of his whole body began to stir, and the sword in his right hand emitted a golden light.

"Sword Emperor Jue Second Style!

Yinian Sword swallowed a golden light, and then the golden sword light seemed to continue to differentiate, turning into thousands of sword shadows.

"The crowd ....."

"Everyone..."

"Ten Thousand ......"

Thousands of shouts seemed to sound in everyone's ears, and they were deafening.

The golden sword struck directly and heavily on the old man's iron crutch, and the sound of the two colliding reached everyone's ears, and the rolling waves of qi spread wildly towards the surroundings.

The old man took four or five steps back in a row, his face was pale, and there was a blood-red patch between the tiger's mouths on his hands.

Wen Qingye looked at the old man coldly, "The people of Taiyi Pavilion should be killed, and the dogs of Taiyi Pavilion should be killed."

"Hmph, are you going against Taiyi Pavilion again?" the old man couldn't help but sneer when he heard Wen Qingye's words, with a hint of mockery in his words.

"You're right, it's a pity that you won't see the day when Taiyi Pavilion will fall" Wen Qingye finished speaking, raised the sword in his hand and rushed towards the old man.

Bang bang!

The four Yin Yang Realm Eight Heaven martial artists next to him could only see Wen Qingye and Lao Weng turning into afterimages at the same time, as well as the sound of gold and iron colliding in their ears.

The woman in black looked at Wen Qingye, who was flying with a sword and her hair was like splashing ink, and a look of embankment began to appear in her heart, "This kid has completely suppressed this old guy from the Burial Heaven Sect, he is not only good at swordsmanship, it seems that even his body is abnormal."

Wen Qingye had a hard time with the old man every time, but every time he hit each other, the old man felt that his arm was numb, his whole body wanted to tremble, and a sharp pain spread to all parts of his body.

Just when he thought that Wen Qingye was the same, but then the sword in Wen Qingye's hand attacked more quickly, more violently, and more ruthlessly.

In just half a pillar of incense, the two have already made hundreds of moves.

"Bang!"

Wen Qingye held the sword in both hands, and slashed heavily at the old man's iron staff, and the old man couldn't hold on anymore and flew out with his whole body.

"Tom!"

Then the sound of bodies hitting stones reached everyone's ears, and everyone's faces changed.

Wen Qingye was also frowning at this time, it turned out that the direction in which the old man's body flew out was the direction of the coffin, and his body smashed it hard, shattering the coffin.

"Wow!" the old man struggled to his feet, and a mouthful of red blood sprayed out directly, dripping under the rubble of the coffin.

Phew!

At this moment, the entire hall seemed to tremble violently, the ground shook, and a terrifying momentum began to rise, as if there was a trace of a terrible ghost roar.

Crunch!

The thick coffin rubble suddenly moved to the side, revealing a crack, and two of the green rays of light came out, like ghosts.