Over the Iron Sword Mountain of Shushan.

Dense silver filaments flew out, binding the four ancient swords of Qiang Mountain, and the sword aura of the four ancient swords was dim, and they were swept up in the dust by Jiang Yuxu.

Gu Xiaoyu only felt that a strong wind had set off beside him.

The form of the hill lord has vanished.

Disappearing with the thousand hands, there is also the hanging sword on the side of the blind man's rusty waist.

The black and white figure of the woman bumped past.

The unsheathed sword light is like a long knife.

Slash down.

On the top of the Iron Sword Mountain, the taut silver filaments that filled the sky with dust shattered in an instant.

Jiang Yuxu's expression changed, his eyes narrowed, and the two big sleeves rose like a tornado, wrapping a thousand hands inside.

The face of the mountain lord was indifferent, and the rusty sword was in her palm, in fact, she was not proficient in swordsmanship, but she only used her own strength to show it, domineering and unparalleled, and there was nothing to stop.

The strips of cloth in the sky were split and scattered.

Jiang Yuxu, who has been sitting in the position of the great guest of the immortal residence for a hundred years, stomped his feet slightly, and the main hall stone at the top of the Iron Sword Mountain was a dragon's spine rising continuously, but when the dragon's head was raised to the soles of the feet of the thousand hands Wenzhong, he was stepped on by the small mountain lord of Shushan.

A whole dormant dragon's spine was instantly trampled and exploded.

Smoggy.

There was a dead silence, shattered by a wisp of domineering and fierce "knife qi".

The mountain lord's face was indifferent, and he pressed his palm against his junior brother's sword, and shook his palm gently.

Standing behind the main hill, about ten zhang or so, Qi Rust lowered his head and frowned, a wisp of strong wind flashed by his cheeks, and the stone wall was pierced by the sword that shot from it, and the head of the sword clanged.

Abandon the sword.

Use both fists instead.

The black and white big machine was shocked by the qi machine and flew up inch by inch, the soles of the feet of the thousand hands Wen Zhong, the ground was agitated, this wisp of qi was still peaceful, before it burst out, the temple that had been shattered before it was beaten before, did not suffer another degree of trauma.

Gravel everywhere, like boiling water, bouncing constantly.

Ning Yi slowly fell to the ground and stood beside the second senior brother, he first glanced at the iron sword that was sheathed into the stone for three points, the power of this sword seemed to be an understatement, if it was hit head-on, even if it was a great cultivator of the Destiny Star Realm, his chest would be sunken, and his whole body would be scattered.

Ning Yi couldn't guess where his senior sister had come now...... The Star Monarch who is closest to the Nirvana Realm in the Great Sui World, cultivates his physique, can this pair of fists as white as jade shatter the flying sword of the Immortal Residence Da Keqing?

In Jiang Yuxu's sleeve robe, wisps of sword qi, two fingers together, the length of the baby's forearm, wrapped in pure white breath, can't be seen, but the surrounding space fluctuates and flows, like a scene in the scorching sun, which shows the sharpness of his sword qi...... One nine is a group, a total of nine groups, around the group, like nine rounds of small suns that are not blazing.

Nine wisps of sword qi hung overhead.

The two Star Monarchs, who were recognized as the strongest in the Great Sui, were now on opposite sides.

The two camps have subtle expressions.

Gu Ji, the little disciple who had just been accepted by the Qiangshan Immortal Residence, was a little nervous, clenched his small fists, and looked at the big real person in front of him who was fluttering in his robe.

Next to Ning Yi, Gu Xiaoyu rubbed his cheeks, the battle was about to break out, for some reason, he didn't feel the tension...... Gu Xiaoyu raised his head and asked in a very low voice, "Senior Uncle Ning...... Can Senior Sister beat that ragged real person?"

Ning Yi smiled knowingly and did not speak.

"Uncle Ning...... I always felt like something big was going to happen. Gu Xiaoyu tugged at Ning Yi's sleeve and said with a worried expression: "My intuition is very accurate...... The Qiangshan side may have prepared means that we did not expect. ”

Gu Xiaoyu was slightly stunned.

On his head, a palm fell.

Ning Yi's qi became slow and long, and he said lazily: "You see, it is Qiang Mountain who invited the eight-lifetime ancestor out...... Shushan can also withstand it. ”

Gu Xiaoyu's expression was a little strange.

Xiao Budian slandered in his heart, the ancestor of eight lifetimes, if he was still alive, he would not have lived for four or five hundred years...... How can there be an old monster of this level in this world?

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"Wen Zhong, if you and I are in a battle today, do you know what the consequences will be?"

Jiang Yuxu's back was nine wisps of sword qi, constantly tearing through the space, and the vortex was like the sun.

The little mountain lord just smiled indifferently.

"If I go all out, no matter whether you can hold it or not, the entire Shushan Mountain Gate will be razed to the ground. Jiang Dazhen's eyebrows were sharp with a touch of slaughter, and he said: "If you let Qiang Shan take Changqi away today, Poor Dao can be regarded as if nothing happened." ”

"Nothing happened?"

Qianshou smiled and said, "The incident of the little marquis of the Pingnan Hou Mansion being beaten, can it also be regarded as if it didn't happen?

Jiang Yuxu's eyes were ugly, and he said coldly: "Wen Zhong, I think you are toasting and not eating and punishing wine!"

Nine wisps of sword qi swept out in an instant.

The black and white big sleeves shrouded the world.

It was dark in front of Ning Yi, and the iron sword mountain flew sand and rocks.

Senior Sister Qianshou didn't talk nonsense, and she didn't even bother to open up another battlefield, so she directly waved her sleeves and caged Tiejian Mountain within a radius of half a mile.

Between heaven and earth, there was darkness.

The piercing sound of nine gold and iron colliding sounded one after another.

A dull cold snort.

Senior Sister Thousand Hands' calm voice sounded.

"Jiang Yuxu, what can you do to me?"

With a wave of his sleeves again, the sand and stones were scattered, and the black and white daze slowly settled, and the jade hands of the small mountain lord rippled with layers of blue brilliance, and there was no trace of collision.

On the other side, Jiang Yuxu's expression turned pale, and he took a step back slightly, and the nine wisps of sword qi hanging above his head couldn't help but tremble, he had already fought a round before.

He never thought that the talent of Shushan, the little mountain master, would be so high.

In just a few decades, it has become one of the absolute top three among the Star Monarchs.

Although the blow just now was only a preliminary test, the strength of the opponent's physique was far beyond his imagination, and looking at the four realms of the Great Sui, no one among the Star Monarchs could match it, and it was even enough to cross the Spirit Mountain.

In this battle, if the hole cards of both sides are exhausted, it is difficult to say who will win or lose.

No wonder the confidence of the previous thousand hands was so sufficient.

He Jiang Yuxu stood on the highest floor of the Xingjun realm, overlooking the mountains and rivers of the world, as a long-lived immortal who wielded a sword, if it was for an ancient sword, he ignited his own Nirvana Dao fire, but he lost a big one because of a small one.

Jiang Yuxu let out a long breath and said, "Qianshou, you are very good...... is worthy of being the most amazing genius in Shushan in the past hundred years. ”

"Huh. ”

The little mountain lord dressed in black and white said lightly: "I am not the most amazing genius in Shushan in the past hundred years. ”

Jiang Yuxu's eyes narrowed.

"If Senior Brother Xu Zang is alive, you will be a corpse at this moment. Wen Zhong sneered and said, "Jiang Yuxu, how long have you been on the top floor of Xingjun?" Is it because you don't dare to break through the realm before you create it, or are you worried that your cultivation is not enough, so you will burn into ashes?"

Da Zhenren's face did not show annoyance, but smiled: "I don't know if Xu Zang is a genius or not, people are dead, and everything is empty when they die." I heard that his coffin is buried in Shushan, if you have the ability, you can call him out, stab him with a sword, and Poor Dao will never hide. ”

Wen Zhong narrowed his eyes and silently clenched his fists.

"Jiang Dazhen wants to see Senior Brother Xu Zang so much?"

On the side of Tiejian Mountain, Ning Yi pressed the hilt of the fine snow sword with one hand, holding down the anger in his belly, looking at this disrespectful immortal juju great guest who was mostly disrespectful between his words, he smiled and said: "Your old man's life is almost coming, and it shouldn't take long for this wish to be fulfilled." ”

"Ning Yi, if you commit a crime, you should slap your mouth!"

Jiang Yuxu prides himself on being a "great real person", and he has always been calm with the disciples in the Taoist Temple of the Immortal Residence, and there are very few scenes of mood turmoil, but at this moment, his chest is bulging, his face is expressionless, and he slaps out.

Beside Ning Yi's side, a statue of the Earth Tibetan Law appeared, and a thousand hands opened the screen.

Jiang Yuxu once again shook the thousand hands Wen Zhong hard, and the smoke and dust were scattered, this time both of them took a step back, and they couldn't see who had the upper hand and who fell into the inferior.

"Wen Zhong, there is such a person as you in Shushan

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The little mountain lord can indeed sit in the seat of the holy mountain, not Nirvana, but he is invincible in the Star Monarch Realm......" Jiang Yuxu took a deep breath repeatedly, and ran his mind several times, and the difficulty was suppressed by Ning Yi's disturbed state of mind, he stared at the black and white big man with a calm bearing, and said calmly: "Since this is the case, the poor Dao doesn't talk nonsense much. ”

"Today's long qi must be taken away. ”

Jiang Yuxu took out a roll of bamboo slips from his arms, a wisp of golden holy light bolted, from the moment he took it out, the holy light was like a thin rope shattered, and a long scroll of bamboo slips was like a waterfall falling, and it was like a hanging spring, which contained a burst of palpitating avenue breath.

"You are in the Star Monarch realm, no matter how amazing you are, it is not nirvana after all. Jiang Yu's face was expressionless, after saying this, he let go of the long Jane, and a roll of bamboo slips had gradually feathered at this moment, and it really turned into a pocket version of the Linglong Waterfall, the mountains and rivers landed, and the soles of the feet of the big real people turned into an ink pool.

Jiang Yuxu bowed slightly, took a step back, and said softly: "Please show up." ”

In the mountains and waterfalls, a wisp of divine thought came out.

The ancestors of Qiang Mountain are just a faint voice, like a spring breeze transiting.

This old ancestor's voice was as mellow as a jar of old wine, and there was indeed a breath of time-honored between the lines.

"I know everything about it......"

A wisp of the old ancestor's divine thought swept out of the mountain and water waterfall, and the voice in the waterfall said slowly: "Ning Yi, you return the long qi to Qiang Mountain, as compensation, I will give the yellow-shirted young man an ancient sword that does not lose the long qi, do you think this will work?"

Jiang Yuxu suddenly frowned.

Why is the voice of the old ancestor so gentle?

The Great True Man said softly: "Mountain Lord, this Thousand-Handed Star Monarch ...... before"

The voice in the waterfall froze, and said: "Thousand-handed girl, I just had a dispute with Jiang Yuxu, and I also saw it in my eyes." This matter is not right in my Qiang Mountain, I will give you a pair of calligraphy and paintings in the Immortal Residence, which contains the artistic conception of Nirvana Avenue, and I should apologize for this matter, do you think it will work?"

Jiang Yuxu's face was confused.

This...... What does that mean?

He used this scroll of bamboo slips to call out the ancestors, but he didn't want to apologize, and then send the equivalent ancient swords, calligraphy and paintings.

He is going to come sideways, go sideways, Qiang Mountain now vaguely has the name of the second mountain in the world, the ancestors have participated in the creation of the world, and the cultivation realm continues to break through, why is it so low-key in Shushan?

"Mountain Lord......" Jiang Yuxu's forehead suddenly oozed a drop of cold sweat, and he seemed to think of a vague possibility.

The voice in the Shanshui Waterfall ignored Jiang Dazhenren, and said softly again: "Your name is Gu Xiaoyu, the innate vajra physique, is a very good seedling, that is, cultivation requires a lot of resources to temper the body, Sui Yangzhu before the Ten Realms, as compensation for Yi Jian, I will send someone to you to send it to you, Changqi is not suitable for you, I will give you a better ......"

Gu Xiaoyu rubbed his cheeks.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his stunned and confused expression, and made himself look calm.

Before today, he couldn't have imagined anything.

The most powerful ancestors of the Great Sui...... Not only do I have the opportunity to meet, but I can also get such kind praise and gifts from the other party......

Why is that?

Gu Xiaoyu's eyes swept over the stunned Gu Yi not far from the other party, and he raised his head and looked at Ning Yi.

Ning Yi's expression is unchanged for thousands of years, "it should have been like this a long time ago".

Shanshui Waterfall paused, weighed one or two, and confirmed that he had shown enough sincerity, so he asked slowly: "You...... What do you think?"

Shushan Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

An old man put down the scroll in his hand, stretched, and stood up.

In the next moment, the old man came to the top of Iron Sword Mountain.

Jiang Yuxuan was creepy, his legs were weak, and he looked at the white-robed old man with eyes as if he was looking at a ghost.

Ye Changfeng smiled and asked word for word, "Jiang Yuxu, what do you think?"

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