A cold remark, as if ice covered the air, made the atmosphere of Sword Peak suddenly condense.

Hearing this, the necks of the onlookers around him were stunned, and the slight smile that appeared just now was completely frozen, and his face was stiff, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Around Sword Peak, there was a dead silence, if it weren't for the gentle breeze, and a little bit of clothing swaying, some people even wondered if it had fallen into a standstill.

At this moment, even if he has a good bearing, he is slapped in the face and peeled off his face by such a public, and he is really unbearable.

The sword eyebrows are slanted, and the smile is retracted.

A pair of flickering cold eyes swept slightly, and fell straight in the direction of the sound.

The figure was dressed in white and snowy, and his clothes were in the wind, just standing there calmly, but he couldn't hide the diffuse majesty, as if it was the focus of heaven and earth, which made it impossible to ignore.

"Your Excellency?"

Yu Qian's eyes were slightly cold, and then he retracted it, maintaining an indifferent expression as much as possible, looking at Jun Yi levelly.

"Don't you think it's too ridiculous for you to pretend in front of me?"

The corners of Jun Yi's mouth were slightly raised, revealing a sneering smile, and unceremoniously took off his last disguise: "Back then, you were beaten like a dead dog by me, kneeling on the ground and begging in embarrassment, have you forgotten all this?"

As soon as these words came out, the cold atmosphere around Jian Feng changed again.

The faces of all the martial artists around him became extremely exciting, and they looked at Yu Qian with incredulity, they didn't expect him to have such a past.

Everyone was curious in their hearts, and the desire for gossip was like the flames of the wind burning the mountain, surging continuously, and it could not be extinguished at all.

The image of Zhiyu Qian in the hearts of many martial artists suddenly collapsed, and behind it, the sword momentum condensed by the disciples of the Chopping Yue Sword Sect began to turbulent.

Not only the disciples, but even the many elders felt unbelievable.

But when some eyes vaguely swept over the darkening and darkening face, I understood a lot in my heart.

It's just that, Jun Yi hasn't stopped, he still stared at Yan Qian with a smile, his lips opened and closed, and a voice that made his heart tremble and despair: "In the end, I was merciful, and I spared your life just by making you kowtow, such a grace of life, have you forgotten?"

"Boom!"

As for this, Yu Qian couldn't bear it anymore, and his whole face began to twist fiercely, and his dilated pupils were full of murderous intent: "Jun!

"You're looking for death!"

"The peak of the Martial King?"

Sensing the momentum overflowing from Xuqian's body, Jun Yi raised his eyebrows, and then his face was full of disdain: "A thousand years have passed, and you are still so inadequate, what a waste." ”

"Poof..."

As soon as the words came out, his face suddenly turned pale, and then his chest was dull and swollen, and he was depressed, and he spit out a mouthful of dirty blood.

The abrupt scene caused the bodies of the Quartet warriors to shook, and there were four incredible characters written on their faces.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have believed that the majestic lord of the majestic side, the sect master of the Yue Sword Sect, was actually spit out blood by a few words from Jun Yi, what kind of power is this? What a knot in his heart?

Not only that, but with the foul blood spit out by Xuan Qian, the sword power gathered by the disciples of the Slashing Yue Sword Sect behind him also collapsed in the wind and rain and turned into nothingness.

"Sect Master..."

It's just that at this moment, the faces of the elders of the surrounding sword sect changed in shock, and they didn't care about the changes in the disciple's sword momentum at all, so they all hurriedly stepped forward to respond, but they were pushed away by Xuqian.

With one hand horizontally blocked, the other hand covering his chest, through the gap between the long hair that hung down, a pair of fierce eyes like beasts could be faintly seen.

This time, he spoke again, but he had lost his initial calmness, but was hoarse and vicissitudes: "Jun Yi, I am not as good as you, you are strong, but what can you do on the bloody night a thousand years ago?"

"Didn't it also fall into the hands of He Huang and Lou Xianhe?

As soon as these words came out, everyone's hearts jumped, but they didn't expect that Yu Qian also began to lift the old bottom of Jun Yi, and he ruthlessly revealed his past, revealing shocking news.

At the same time, the thousands of Sword Sect disciples behind Yu Qian also had a bright eye, and there was a little hope, and together with the collapsed sword momentum, there was also a faint condensation appearance.

"Heh... Why is it a barren building?"

It's just that in the face of Xuqian's words of tearing up the old wounds, Jun Yi just smiled coldly: his face was full of disdain, and then he said calmly: "Therefore, they were all broken into thousands of pieces by me, blood was sprinkled on barren mountains, and wild dogs were fed with meat." ”

"So that they may remember forever and ever, the pain and fear before they were torn apart by me, and they may fall into the endless darkness and cold, and enjoy themselves to the fullest. ”

The cold and solemn words came out slowly, and with the gentle breeze, they kept echoing in everyone's ears, making people feel cold and creepy.

Especially Xuqian, Ben's face was still a little hideous, and it was even stiffer for a moment, and the heartbeat in his chest somehow slowed down, and a chill gushed out.

Behind him, thousands of Sword Sect disciples had no luck, so that the sword momentum that had just condensed the rudimentary form collapsed directly, and even the aura began to be disordered, obviously there was no condensation.

"Zheng..."

At this time, there was a sword intent roaring softly, and I saw a figure in white carrying a long sword, taking a step with a face full of anger, raising his hand and pointing directly at Jun Yi, and scolding: "You bastard, you dare to insult my master, the real crime is unforgivable, and the whole clan will be affected." ”

"Hum..."Wonderful book

As soon as these words came out, the void trembled.

Everyone's breathing stagnated at this moment, and they looked at the figure that stepped out with a suspicious face, it was the true disciple of the Slashing Yue Sword Sect, An Yunxiao.

When he stepped out of the light drink, the long swords around him chanted softly, as if they were shouting, which was very strange.

An Yunxiao, as the most special one among the true disciples of the Chopping Yue Sword Sect, almost grew up with a golden key, and was the strongest five among the elders of the Chopping Yue Sword Sect, cultivating and cultivating together, and was blessed.

Since he was a child, he has everything he wants except for the snow when he doesn't get it, so how could he ever be so angry? Naturally, he can't stand aside and watch the play.

Directly in the name of the senior brother of the Sword Sect, he stood up and drank it.

When he saw that the warriors around him were silent, he was even more proud in his heart, and secretly said that his current momentum was so strong?

It's just that he didn't notice in his arrogance, and almost everyone's eyes began to tremble slightly, and they all looked at the white-clothed figure standing above the head of the Heavenly Soldier Thunder Tiger in front of him.

The bloody night of the Jun family thousands of years ago was a thorn in Jun Yi's heart, deep into the bone marrow, how could he tolerate others to mention it again?

Jun Yi's gaze slanted slightly, and slowly fell on An Yunxiao's body, and the smile that was originally permeated on his face gradually converged, replaced by a palpitating indifference.

"Heh, hehe..."

After a while, Jun Yi smiled lightly, but there was no smile on his face: "Today's young people are really fearless and fearless, which is very good." ”

The words were calm, without the slightest wave, but for some reason, everyone's hearts were full of chuckles, and there was a little chill and fear.

"Hum..."

Suddenly, just as the atmosphere here was strangely solidified, a strange tremor sounded in the void, and a transparent light swept through it, shooting directly at An Yunxiao.

The strange brilliance flashed, as if it was an illusion, and swept everyone's eyes.

However, most of the martial artists present were extraordinary, they were at the helm of the major families and sects in the Heavenly Domain, how could they believe in the so-called illusions, not to mention the direction of the brilliance, it was the place where the powerhouses of the Sword Sect of the Slashing Mountains gathered.

"Presumptuous!"

Sure enough, there was an old man behind An Yunxiao glaring angrily, and the long sword behind his back was like a dragon soaring into the air, gathering a brilliant sword ray, directly hitting the illusory brilliance.

"Ding..."

In an instant, the two collided, and there was no roaring wave, but a light sound, like a mountain spring flowing water, which made people feel refreshed.

But what I saw was that this feeling of comfort was gone.

I saw the light colliding, the illusion trembled slightly, and it was actually divided into two on both sides of the sword, and it dodged the past vividly, shooting directly at An Yunxiao not far away, killing like a tide.

Suddenly, An Yunxiao's heart was full of alarms, and she didn't think much about it, almost subconsciously, she turned around to her side and moved sideways.

"Get out!"

At the same time, there was a loud explosion in his ears.

Along with it, there was also a fierce sword might, as if it was about to pierce the sky, and slashed straight in front of him, shattering a trace of illusory brilliance.

"Huh..."

Almost at the same time, a subtle cold sound suddenly came out, which actually overshadowed Haoran's sword might, making everyone's eyelids tremble, and they all gathered on An Yunxiao's body.

In an instant, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart felt cold.

Even An Yunxiao's eyes were full of disbelief, staring at herself before she had time to retract it, and her fingers were still pointing at Jun Yi, but they were actually cut off at this moment.

The cross-section of his fingers was as bright as a mirror, and he didn't even feel any pain if it weren't for the separation of the two.

Time, as if it was strangely frozen at this moment, made countless gathered eyes cover with a layer of coldness, making people feel cold all over the body.

"Hum..."

But the next moment, the illusory brilliance suddenly trembled, and it actually burst out with a large area of brilliant brilliance, like the blazing sun, dazzling people didn't dare to look at it directly, and it was about to explode.

"You dare!"

A burst of shouts rang out, and a figure came across the horizon, stretching out his big hand to grab the severed finger.

The blood of the warrior is like a tide, and it is extremely fierce, even if a part of the body is cut off, as long as it is not a key part, if it can be quickly connected, supplemented by a panacea, it can even be restored to its original state.

But this illusory brilliance, it is not enough to cut off An Yunxiao's finger, but also to smash the severed finger, how can people bear it?

For a moment, there was a roar and explosion, like thunder on the ground, which made everyone's minds blank, and then they all held their breath and stared, all looking at the center of the explosion, wanting to know the final result.

The wind and dust gradually dispersed, and the figure appeared.

As far as the eye could see, An Yunxiao's face was pale and his expression was sluggish, and beside him stood an old man with a wide forehead and cold eyes, looking down at the front, showing endless killing opportunities.

It's just half of An Yunxiao's finger, but there is no trace.