Hollow, godless eyes, bright and faint stars!

Silver-haired and shawl-haired Mahal pushed the door of the school hall and walked inside. The bottom of www.biquge.info eyes regained a little vitality, but he was still a little numb and mindless, and he did not completely recover from the shock.

Bai Hong is now in the midst of life and death!

Although Mehal's heart was shaken, there was this Confucian poet in front of him, an unfathomable powerhouse, and he could only suppress the throbbing in his heart to find out the true intentions and attitudes of this Confucian poet.

"She has her way, she has her life and death, you just have to watch!"

The white-bearded Confucian poet, who was sitting on the high seat of the school, glanced up at Mahal, like an old scholar, explained in a deep tone, stroked his beard, and then moved his gaze to the yellowed book in his hand again.

Seeing this, Mahal did not argue, did not speak, and sat down in the school as he wished.

Facing the afterglow of the dusk and sunset in the field, the shadow on the body was obliquely pulled by the old man. In the face of such an unfathomable mysterious person, Mahal could not refute it, nor could he refuse his intentions.

What's more, this one obviously has his own deep meaning!

Sure enough, after Mehal sat down, he looked at the Confucian poet with the yellowed book, raised his right hand slightly, waved his long sleeves towards the void in front of him, and rolled up a faint ripple of wind and waves.

"Boom!"

The void swayed slightly, the ripples spread out, and the picture scroll that the mind watched reappeared on the school, presented in the form of a physical screen, and there was a small roar and collision sound.

Dressed in white like snow, one person and one sword, in the face of the terrifying figures of the majestic shore around him, he did not retreat half a step, but used the Gengjin storm to destroy the withering and decaying momentum, crisscrossing the dark void.

What kind of unpredictable trick is this?

You must know that the battle in the curtain has reached the level of the supreme master. The Confucian poets in front of him can easily grasp the display, and let the fighting powers not rise to any induction.

It's too shocking!

Could it be that this unfathomable Confucian poet in front of him is a great duke? If it weren't for such a great being, how could he know the identity of his Maihal and the relationship between Bai Hong and him.

And grasp the position of the hole where Bai Hong is located!

"Rise to the sky!"

The green silk flies like a waterfall, standing on the top of the cave void in the white clothes peerless, raising the sword in his hand, in the cold and full of sharp low shouts, the long sword in his hand tears the eight directions of the cave void dark, at this moment when the wind and clouds gather, the long sword in the hand reflects a powerful Gengjin sword shadow, magnificently exuding the infinite sword qi in the sky.

A sword shot at the seven great shores above the cave void!

At this time, Bai Hong was facing the siege and killing of seven supreme powers, and the coercion exuded by these seven powers was by no means the ordinary power of the newcomer, but a mid-term old monster. If ordinary people face the siege and slaughter of these seven supreme powers, even if it is a mid-term supreme power, they will have to drink hatred in a short time.

"A sea of blazing fire!"

"Martial Dragon Shakes the Sky!"

"Swallow the sky!"

Seven supreme powers, facing the peerless figure in white like snow, there is nothing to underestimate. One after another, the figures erupted into earth-shattering fluctuations, and one after another were enough to annihilate the dark and void attacks, enveloping the general trend of heaven and earth, rolling up the mighty wind and clouds, and colliding with the long sword of the white-clothed figure like snow.

Every blow of the seven supreme powers is to destroy the heavens and the earth, and can raze a mountain and river, and under the joint efforts of the seven, even if it is the same supreme power, it is impossible to break such an attack, and it will be severely damaged.

"Boom!!"

The aftermath of the vast energy of the Annihilation Cave Void, accompanied by countless Gengjin Sword Qi strangulation, roared and rolled upside down on the Cave Void, shattering one after another Cave Void depression and collapse, and in the annihilation that shook the world, it turned into chaos.

"Rainbow, it's already powerful..."

Maihal muttered, the emotions in his heart were inexplicable, more than 1,300 years, Bai Hong was promoted to the Great Perfection of the Earl with the body of refining spirits, and in these six years, he reached the supreme power level, and the speed of promotion was amazing.

More than 1,300 years of supreme power!

This kind of cultivation time, in the Shinto realm, may be in the middle and lower reaches, and there are also people who are faster and more amazing than her. But you must know that Bai Hong's cultivation world is in the Demon God Ancient Tower, which is a barren world, and there are not too many world-strong people who can guide her.

There is no inheritance against the sky!

Like Maihar, he has the mark of the sword path, the ancient tower of the demon god, and the treasure of the mysterious ancient ruins of the White Dragon Daojun, and this is the difference between the world's heritage, and it is not impossible to call the world inside the ancient tower of the demon god barren.

And she Bai Hong has nothing, what she has, just a body of qualifications, and a simplified sword qi.

Sitting in the twilight sun, gazing at the scene in the picture, my mind is not still. His disciple is now on top of the void, fighting with the seven supreme powers, and if he is not careful, he will fall into it.

How could he sit still? Mahal's gaze was on the Confucian poets in the school.

Confucian poet, perennial washed white robe, white hair and white beard, wrinkled and old, no different from ordinary old people, ordinary, but with a bookish atmosphere. His age, counting the middle-aged age before the arrival, and the sixty-seven years he was in Dawang Village, was already nearly 100 years old, close to the limit of ordinary life expectancy.

Of course, these appearances are just the knowledge of the simple villagers of Dawang Village about his Confucian poets!

"Do you know what power is, and what power is power?"

Sitting on the high seat of the school, looking at the yellowed scrolls of the Confucian poet, his eyelids moved, and when Mehal looked at him, he asked a question like this, asking Mr. Xuetang casually about the children.

Inattentive!

It seems that he naturally ignores the life and death crisis of Maihal's disciple Bai Hong in the painting, and also ignores Maihal's care and concern for her, and casually changes the topic, with a kind of arbitrary spirit.

"The ten layers of the Source Divine Dao are perfect, integrated into the Origin Heaven, hooked up with the heavens and the earth, and derives their own humane potential, that is, the supreme power!" Maihal subconsciously replied casually, these are all insights integrated into the bones, "The characteristic of the great power is to travel through the void, and the humane power can suppress any strong person under it!"

After speaking, Mehal closed his mouth and looked at the Confucian poets, waiting for the judgment and high opinions of the Confucian poets, these are his understanding of power, and the general understanding he has gained over the years.

Ten layers of Gen Shinto!

It's easy to say, but since ancient times, there have been very few supreme powers promoted by the ten layers of the Source Shinto. Most of the Divine Dao Earl-level peerless powerhouses have not yet stepped on the tenth layer of the Source Divine Dao, and they have already tried to evolve the momentum of humanity and break through the realm of supreme power, and there are very few who may succeed since ancient times.

"Hmm!"

The Confucian poet, who was slowly turning the pages of the book, hummed, and did not have any comments on what he knew about Mehal, but after listening to it, he slowly put down the book. (To be continued.) )