On tiptoe to the ground, his body soared, spiraling, his clothes fluttered, and he borrowed strength on the stone steps one after another, jumping over several houses, ignoring the crowd gathered on several martial arts arenas, and even more seeing the disciples who were running on the stone steps and gathering towards the martial arts arena at the bottom of the mountain.

Jumping high above everyone's heads, avoiding the sword qi sword intent slashed out by a few leading elders, and even taking the many curses and shouts as the wind in his ears, he galloped all the way to the top of the mountain.

He had lost his patience, and instead of climbing step by step and fighting with the many disciples of Taitianmen gathered on the martial arts field, it was better to directly climb to the top and confront the high-level leaders of Taitianmen who regarded all beings as ants.

Cultivation is not at the same level at all, and it is normal to go up, but it is to crush all the way, fight all the way, fight against Wei Jingtang down the mountain, and fight against it, and ask Chuanting to understand that the high-level of Taitianmen is just borrowing his hand to clean the bloated low-level disciples, and even more to use his killing qi to hone and warn more disciples.

In the eyes of the senior management of Taitianmen, as long as the people of the gate are not so good that they enter their eyes, they are completely chess pieces that can be discarded at any time, and instead of feeding a pile of waste, it is better to use waste to realize the final value of the existence of waste.

Obviously, Wei Jingtang has been abandoned, and in the eyes of that high-level, there is no longer any underlying value.

There was a faint guess that Wei Jingtang and the many disciples who gathered in the martial arts arena were more used to test and consume him, test his cultivation, and consume his true yuan.

With the lives of thousands of disciples, block his steps, and use the blood of thousands of disciples to wear down his morale.

"What a thief, you dare to climb to the top!"

One person burst into tears and jumped out from behind Fang Qingyun, with the joy of fighting for merit on his face, the long knife jumped and slashed out a knife light more than ten zhang long.

The white light shone in front of him, his eyes were dazzled, his neck was cold, and his consciousness gradually fell into darkness.

But he just jumped up and cut out the knife qi, it was the moment when Wen Chuanting jumped on the top of the mountain, seeing the sword light flashing, the momentum was compelling, and he didn't want to draw out a sword directly.

"Hugh is rampant!"

Immediately behind the beheaded person, a few more elders jumped out, and they were angry with the few people who were taking a step slower, scrambling to draw their swords and swords, not wanting a light to flash, the red blood rain came, the cold murderous aura spread, and the spirit spirit shivered and made people's hair stand on end. It's impossible to pull your hands back and go backwards.

"He swung a sword, just when the old power has weakened and the new power has not been born, maybe my punch can make a contribution!"

"The person who came was fierce, since he made a move, he could only sacrifice his life, maybe he could hit it hard and leave a good impression on the head and the Supreme Elder!"

............

Everyone has a different mentality, but they don't withdraw their moves, but instead increase their strength, show their fierce momentum, and fight bravely one by one, wanting to fight for a moment to kill Wen Chuanting, who had just jumped on the platform and killed an elder, immediately.

I don't want to, I asked Chuanting to show his white teeth, a bloody smile bloomed, and he didn't put away his sword, his wrist rotated rapidly, his killing intent was raging, and he was wrapped in a bright silver sword light, and slashed at several people.

"Stand down! You're no match!"

"Be careful!"

Two shouts sounded one after another, Liu Sangong and Fang Qingyun happened one after another, and finally they were one step late, and after the first person, three more people immediately fell in front of them, and their bodies were cut off by a brilliant and abnormal sword light.

"Too much to see no one!"

Liu Sangong took a step forward, the huge crack was centered on the soles of his feet, and the cobwebs spread outward, surging momentum, raging flames burning, scorching the air, and surging heat waves rushed to his face.

In Wen Chuanting's eyes, a middle-aged man of just ordinary stature suddenly swelled, and he pressed towards him like a giant supporting the sky, and his huge fist pulled the whole world and crushed him.

The eyes blinked quickly, bursts of cold light bloomed, where was there a giant in front of him, the person was still an ordinary figure, but it was just an illusion caused by the momentum of the other party.

The fist is a huge fist, the heaven and the earth are not moved, but the air is exploded by this punch, squeezed into a huge transparent fist shadow, and it is crushed in the first step, and on the fist, the raging flames that rise, burning the air, making a crackling sound, driving the law of fire to vibrate, and together with the fist shadow, the law of blooming fluctuates.

Wen Chuanting's expression was grim, and his face was extremely serious and solemn, "Along the way, I finally met an opponent worthy of a battle!"

The heart was beating rapidly, faintly excited, the blood was boiling and flowing rapidly, and the scattered gaze that swept across the entire platform quickly converged, focusing on Liu Sangong's fist.

The long sword jumped, the amplitude was extremely small, shaking off a circle of halos, the sword intent rushed up crazily, the three-foot sword was swallowed, the arm was raised leisurely, and a sword stabbed at the huge fist shadow, the sound of cutting the cloth and silk, a transparent hole appeared on the huge fist shadow, and the long sword penetrated and collided with the fist behind the fist shadow.

The clanging sound of the collision of gold and iron was resounding, the fire was permeated, a fiery red light was dazzling and charming, and there was a cold light shuttling, outlining a strange arc in the fiery red fist shadow.

The two figures shuttled in the red and white light, and the afterimages were ignited by the law of burning and boiling fire, and were slashed by the sword light that bloomed in the cold light, and the scorching breath sharply cut off all the sword intent, forcing the crowd watching the battle to retreat again and again, leaving a large open space for the two people who were fighting.

The gravel flew, the sword qi burst out, and the sparks that burned the air scattered, and the two of them hit a real fire, and there was no room for leaving their hands, so that the fighting force could not be perfectly controlled, and the diffuse power flew on the top of the wide mountain, and the diffuse breath of the law was agitated.

Even if he stood on the edge of the battlefield, he could still feel the oppression of the power of the law, and the elders urged the cultivation, each urging the law to resist the coercion, and in an instant, the platform on the top of the mountain was full of colors, each with extraordinary momentum, and the cultivation was slightly weaker, and they even waved their weapons, danced their fists and feet, and scattered the broken stone sword qi that shot out.

Even Fang Qingyun, who was second only to Liu Sangong in cultivation, was constantly fluctuating in the laws around his body, attracting invisible power, forming a transparent shield in front of him, guarding it with the power of Jian Nan behind him, and the sword qi that shot out, and the fire qi fist that jumped away, hit the transparent shield, causing ripples of water.

The fierce battle was in full swing, Wen Chuanting's left hand suddenly raised his sword finger, and pointed at Liu Sangong's eyes, an iron palm was horizontally raised, covering his eyes, and he held the sword finger against it, and the palm of his hand flipped over, and a cloud of fire surged down.

The two of them staggered many times in a moment, palms collided with palms, long swords collided with fists, gold and iron roared, thunder exploded, the hilltop square shook one after another, and the hall made of huge stones let out a dissatisfied roar.

The figure flickered, the long sword was reversed, the two-finger-wide sword body resisted Liu Sangong's menacing iron fist, the flowing sword light eliminated the fiery fist, and the trembling long sword hooked the law of killing, cutting off the rhythm of the law that permeated the iron fist.

Turning around, the long sword slanted, swinging open the split iron palm, the wrist shook, and the sword body trembling at a high speed frequency slashed straight down, and an image suddenly burst out in his mind, the brilliant giant sword fell, wrapped in the momentum of breaking everything and smashing everything, and slashed in a chaotic chaos.

Wen Chuanting didn't even think about it, his wrist shook the long sword, and the momentum of the slash changed leisurely, just like the brilliant giant sword.

The air roared, the sky trembled, and the majestic sword qi fell from the sky, enveloping endless coercion, carrying a mighty momentum, and slashed at Liu Sangong.

His face changed suddenly, and Liu Sangong, who was swinging his palm and slapping the long sword, suddenly felt a heavy pressure coming, and his fast-moving figure slowed down in an instant, and the fluctuation of the law of fire that diffused and concussive was even more clumsy and abnormal, and it was as silent as stagnant water, and it was difficult to stir up again.

Before the sword qi fell, the qi came first, a wisp of green silk floated down from the forehead, a wisp of stinging pain bloomed in the center of the eyebrows, and suddenly, Liu Sangong, whose eyes were completely filled with huge sword qi, suddenly felt that the hard forehead was broken a little, and a trace of hot liquid flowed down the bridge of the nose to the tip of the nose.