For a while, there were different opinions, some people said that this was the sea of suffering, and some people tried to deny it, but everyone did not doubt that there was a real creation in it, and the relics that manifested the vision before may be among them.

"Yes or no, don't argue anymore, even if it's a bitter sea, it's now a moon in the water, the flowers in the mirror, the era of Buddhism has been buried, today is my era of barren dust, cross the sea of bitterness, and see what means Buddhism still leaves. At this time, on the shore of the golden light, the barren dust and sand put his hands on his back, his clothes fluttering, and said domineeringly.

After hearing this, Fa Wutian and Wutian were naturally unwilling to admit defeat, although now the two of them could not compete with the barren dust, but no one dared to say that the two of them were better than the enemy of the barren dust, recognizing the situation, not admitting defeat, even if it was difficult, there would be a day when they set foot on the avenue, and both of them released their own coercion.

"It's kind of interesting to fight over the bitter sea. Just when the disciples of the eight major sects released a powerful coercion under the encouragement of their respective leaders, a black jade eagle swooped down from the exit, the eagle roared fiercely, as if it had the power of piercing the stone and cracking the clouds, and when it flew, the wind whistled, and the iron-like ink-colored wings skipped over everyone's heads, and rushed straight to the barren dust and sand, and some disciples with low cultivation were thrown to the ground by the unstoppable wind and sand after the black jade carving flew.

Fang Cai's words seemed to be said by the man on the back of the black jade carving.

"Who are you, dare to be disrespectful to Senior Brother Chensha, and don't kneel down to make amends. Seeing the black jade carving rushing towards him, a disciple standing behind the barren dust and sand jumped out and scolded loudly.

However, the man in the black suit didn't look at him at all, not even contempt, this was ignorance, naked contempt, not that his eyes were empty, nor that there was no one in his eyes, but that he was not qualified to enter his eyes at all, and felt the laughter in the eyes of everyone behind him, and the man who stood up also felt deep shame and was stunned.

"Get me down and kneel. The man stepped forward and pointed at the sword, jumped up in the air, and rushed out of a purple light sword box behind him, and the light of the purple and green swords shone brightly, appearing at the man's fingertips, and the sword slashed, and the true yuan was agitated, and a swift as the wind, the three-zhang purple and blue two-color sword qi gushed out from the tip of the sword, tearing the air, whistling, and slashing towards the black jade eagle and the man in black with a sharp and incomparable supreme sword intent.

This sword, lore, without reservation.

"He is the Jin Zhan of the Wasteland Gate, these two purple and blue swords are already the best magic weapons, if they are recast with cherished ores, these two swords are spiritual weapons, despite this, the combination of the two swords is comparable to spiritual weapons. ”

Naturally, there were people in the crowd who knew the goods, and they exclaimed.

"What? It turned out to be the golden exhibition of the Wasteland Gate, the combination of swords, the demon is easy to change, the closed disciple of the Elder Jin Dan of the Wasteland Gate, it is indeed a hero among the people. ”

These words of compliment on himself naturally did not escape Jin Zhan's ears, and at this time, the state of mind disturbed by the person in front of him gradually calmed down, because he believed that this sword was not a monk in the later stage of foundation building, and he did not dare to take it hard.

The broken-haired man standing on the back of the eagle finally shifted his gaze, looked at the roadblock in front of him calmly, without saying a word, stretched out his right hand, and pointed it as a sword, and gently slid it from top to bottom, but the seemingly light finger burst out with the sound of gold and iron that resounded through the sky.

"Choke. The jade-like fingers carried the cold moonlight, cutting an arc through the air, and suddenly, a strong sword intent that made the hair explode filled the air.

Everyone felt that this finger seemed to carry the wrath of heaven and earth, and dense aura molecules gathered from all directions, condensing a translucent sword weapon, and slashed down like thunder towards Jin Zhan, although this sword was not condensed and formed, but everyone felt death from this sword at this moment.

"Enough, why should Daoyou be so ruthless. The person who spoke was a barren sand, and at this time his heart was also full of turbulence, so he hurriedly intervened to stop it, if he hesitated a little, Jin Zhan would not even have his flesh and blood intact.

Although the words were spoken, the movements of the desolate dust and sand were not slow, and his right hand was slowly raised, and a sword-shaped spirit weapon filled with cyan shot out from his hand, crashing into the falling spiritual energy long sword.

In an instant, the sword rain was colorful, as if the Nine Heavens Milky Way was pouring down, and countless sword qi like essence appeared, the sword light was like water, the brilliance flowed, the sword light flashed, and the cold light was like silver frost.

The sound of Zheng Zheng strikingly pierced the eardrums of the monks present, some monks were shocked in this terrifying sound wave and their facial features were bleeding, kneeling on the ground and holding their heads and wailing, Lian Jin was also attacked by this sound wave, the feeling of eardrums wanting to be penetrated appeared in Lian Jin's mind, he had never practiced the method of sound wave attack, although he had the heart to resist at this time, but he couldn't do it, the pain made Lian Jin grin, and the blood moon standing next to Lian Jin was not comfortable, his facial features were distorted, and his delicate face was wrinkled.

Only now did Lian Jin realize that he was underestimating the world, and the honor of the descendants of Yan and Huang in his previous life made him feel that although there were monks in this world, he still looked down on the natives here in the final analysis, but the current embarrassed appearance also sounded the alarm in Lian Jin's heart, this terrifying sonic attack was just the aftermath of the battle between the two of them, so he couldn't resist, how terrifying the center of the battle was.

The battle between the desolate dust and the black-clothed man with broken hair was still going on, and where the strong wind was howling, the sword was like a slush claw, fluttering and changing, disillusioned, and unpredictable.

"Bang. Just a few dozen moves later, the two of them invariably put away their swords and fingers, looking at each other, there seemed to be a galaxy collapsing in their eyes, and the sea was rising and falling.

Lian Jin knew that the two were still fighting at this time, but it had already turned into a clash of divine senses, and such a fight was ten thousand times more dangerous than Fang Cai, and if he was not careful, he would become demented.

The surrounding monks looked at the two in horror, and retreated frantically, despite the bleeding from their heads.

Long.

"You're very good, and you're qualified to compete with me in the future. The black-clothed man with broken hair stood straight on the back of the black jade carving, allowing the black jade carving to float and sink under his feet, but the straight backbone seemed to be rooted in the back of the black jade carving, and it did not move.

"Don't be in a hurry to deny it, I only used three points just now. The words of the black-clothed man with broken hair made the discolored desolate dust and sand instantly mute, what is the use of three points of force, is this insulting to himself?

Without waiting for the barren dust and sand to speak, the black-clothed man with broken hair gently stomped on the back of the black jade carving, which shot towards the depths of the golden sea like an arrow from the string, and when he left, his eyes skimmed lightly, looking at Lian Jin who was running exercises in the black robe and froze slightly.

"My name is always broken. Just when the eagle and the others were about to disappear, a lonely and lonely voice came from the surface of the bitter sea.