The middle-aged man first stared at Wen Chuanting, who was swinging his long sword and slashing down, and stared at it for a long time, almost reaching the limit of the patience of the long-bearded old man, and then slowly spoke, "One person and one sword, single-handedly traumatizing my Taitianmen, not to mention his cultivation, this courage alone is worthy of admiration." ”

"Don't talk about it, no matter how good it is, if you step into the sky, you have to pay for the lives of my sect disciples!"

The old man roared angrily, and the huge palm that he suddenly waved slapped in the air, making a thunderous roar, and a huge transparent palm print broke away from the palm and hit the dilapidated hilltop square in Fang Qingyun's fear.

A huge palm slapped down, hitting the ground, but silently, a huge palm print quietly emerged, up to three feet deep, below, the palm print lines are clear, as if it is natural.

The middle-aged man shook his head slightly, as if he was very disapprehensive of his senior brother's irritable anger, and the words came out of his mouth gently, still unhurried, "Look at the bone age of this child, the age is never more than twenty, and he has reached such a height at such a young age, and the root bone is definitely a super-first-class existence." ”

"You speak slowly about yours, I'll kill this cub first!"

The old man's figure moved, turned around from the side of the middle-aged man, raised his thick palm, and the wind and clouds gathered, forming a huge pale cyan handprint an inch below the palm, which was about to be patted.

"Senior brother, be safe!"

The middle-aged man stood in front of the old man again, his sleeves waving, and easily dissipated the cyan palm print.

"Are you my junior brother, or the elder of that cub, how many times did you stop me from killing him?"

The old man was furious, his white eyebrows were upside down, and his wrinkled face was huddled together, indescribably hideous and terrifying.

"I don't have to stop Senior Brother!" the middle-aged man shook his head lightly and let out a sigh.

"Senior brother, have you ever thought that such a young and strong man must have an incomparable powerhouse behind him to guide him. ”

The middle-aged man glanced at Wen Chuanting, who was still chopping and slashing the long sword, and looked back at the old man, "It's easy to kill him, but it's not easy to solve it!"

"You and I have entered the Holy Land, if it weren't for the people of the sect to ask for help, we would not be able to return easily, this matter is resolved, who of us can stay here for a long time, without the sect that we are guarding in the sect and losing its high-end power, who can face an unpredictable strong attack?"

"The sect has been so ruined, if the strong man cares about his face, there is still a possibility for my Taitianmen to exist?"

"So what? He killed my Taitianmen first?!"

The old man's eyes widened, his mouth was stubborn, but he had some agreement in his heart, and his tone couldn't help but soothe a little, and he was no longer as angry and tough as before.

"So what are you going to do? to kill or not to kill?"

"Don't kill, that's too cheap, this kid, thousands of my disciples fell into his hands, if you don't kill him, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in your and my hearts!"

"Speaking of which, you still want to kill this cub, you stand back, and watch Senior Brother and I slap him to death with one palm!"

The old man had a big hand, and he pushed it towards the middle-aged man, but he didn't want to, and with a palm, he still presumed that the Poseidon needle, and the middle-aged man was motionless, still blocking in front of him.

"Senior brother, what are you doing, if you want to kill this cub, why do you want to stop me in front of me?"

"Senior brother, hold off for the time being, wait for this kid to come to his senses and ask for the number of paths, let's not be too late to start, if the background is too strong, it is a few old immortal disciples there, we will give some punishment, if not, hehe, the inheritance of a few irrelevant people, you and my senior brother are not in the eyes!"

The middle-aged man pointed out from afar, the direction is the holy land, Fang Qingyun didn't understand, but they knew very well, on the bright side, guarding the front line of the human race, it was the five major sects, for thousands of years, there were always some existences with outstanding qualifications, and they had accumulated a profound foundation.

Cultivation is advanced to a certain extent, and he will have a long life, just like the old man Hong that Wen Chuanting once met, I don't know how many years he has lived, and now, his body bones are still very strong.

As long as you don't fall halfway through, if you cultivate to surpass the Great Venerable, you will be led by the Holy Land, what is its purpose?

The first is to avoid the battle of wills and lead to the fight of high-end powerhouses, so as not to cause huge trauma to the vast land and the weak human race in the aftermath of the super-strong martial arts.

Second, when high-end armed forces get together, they can exchange and learn from each other, and they can improve rapidly, and they are also preserving their vital strength and guarding against the invasion of hostile forces.

This also created the illusion that the high-end forces of the five major sects were not strong, causing Wen Chuanting to single-handedly take on the entire sect, resulting in the end of almost destroying the entire Taitianmen.

"Hmph, if you want me to say, no matter what background he has, just kill him directly, in order to pay tribute to the heroic souls of the thousands of disciples who have fallen from my Taitianmen!"

"No!" the middle-aged man shook his head, his gaze squinting, almost clinging to the long sword that had been slashed by Wen Chuanting.

"Didn't Senior Brother see that this kid's sword intent has transcended the shackles of this world!

The middle-aged man glanced at the old man, and then turned back again to pay attention to the powerful sword qi that was like thunder and contained strange fluctuations, "If you can get this kid's cultivation method, you and I will improve our cultivation quickly, and surpass others, besides, you can also leave this magic trick in the sect, in the future, at least three or five years, at most ten years, my Taitian Gate will reign in the five major sects, become the pinnacle, unshakable existence, when the time comes, in the Holy Land, my Taitian Gate will occupy a dominant position!"

A trace of divine light bloomed from the bottom of his eyes, and the middle-aged man's face was full of longing and longing.

"Yes, I was about to spit out the trick!"

The anger on the old man's face dissipated, and he bloomed with joy, "It's still the junior brother's flexible brain, and the senior brother complained about your slow temperament before, so that he mistakenly thought that the junior brother had forgotten his identity." ”

"If it weren't for the junior brother, the senior brother would have almost ignored the key details of this!"

"Senior brother, don't be modest! If it weren't for Senior Brother's dedication to cultivation, he would have seen through these roots and details one step ahead of Senior Brother!"

When the two brothers were flattering each other, they saw that Wen Chuanting, who was repeatedly swinging the sword, shook his body, and a mighty force descended from the sky, and the power of heaven and earth descended, and a wisp of law silk thread was clearly presented, one end was submerged into the void, and the other end was hooked up on Wen Chuanting's body, and a circle of law rhythm was cleansed.

Hao Haoran's killing aura came, and Peng was afraid that the sword intent was full of intent, and he rushed straight into the nine skies, resonating with the clear law silk thread.

A brilliant sword aura fell, and a huge sword shadow shrouded thousands of miles long, thunder and thunder intertwined, and it fell violently, standing straight on the platform on the top of the mountain. The thunder continued, the rumbling sounded, the thousands of feet of high mountains trembled, the mountains and rocks shook off, a huge ravine stretched, and the clattering sound of the mountain stones breaking sounded one after another.

"Powerful and vast sword intent!"

"What a might!"

The two brothers exclaimed at the same time, looked at each other, and at the same time saw the thoughts in each other's hearts, "The magic trick must be obtained!"

The two looked at the young man who was contemplating with his sword again, only to see that under his feet, a huge ravine continued to expand with the shaking of the mountain, centered on the young man's feet, extending in both directions, and the huge ravine was deep and dark, and the bottom could not be seen.

His eyes were fiery, the old man inhaled and lifted himself, and stepped heavily on the top of the shaking mountain, and the man had already shot out one step ahead of the middle-aged man, and the huge pu palm opened, grabbing the question of Chuanting who was standing on the edge of the ravine in contemplation.

"Cub, come here!"

When the wind came, the old man's arm seemed to be infinitely elongated, and he grabbed straight at Wen Chuanting, and at this moment, Wen Chuanting raised his head blankly, and he was still immersed in the sword intent, and he subconsciously raised his sword and slashed out.

The vast sword qi appeared, the vast sword intent burst out, and the killing aura that had not completely dissipated surged out, all squeezing into the vast sword qi that suddenly appeared.

There was a click, and the sword qi that was almost like a substance instantly shattered, rolling up a violent wind, flying away wantonly, bursting out in all directions, and the old man's palm only paused slightly, and then grabbed it towards Wen Chuanting again.

The strong palm wind paved the surface, blowing the clothes, cutting on the skin like thousands of knives, 48,000 pores trembling together, consciousness returned, and pupils contracted to the extreme.

The giant palms are overwhelming, tightly enveloping one side of the space, sealing all retreats.

There was no way to retreat, a breath of cold air inhaled deeply, and his consciousness was once again immersed in the sword qi in his heart, his arm was raised solemnly, the sword intent burst out, and the thunder flashed, intertwining and urging the sword qi.

The killing intent was monstrous, breaking through the sky, and the space blocked by the giant palm broke a line, which only made Wen Chuanting's breathing a little lighter, the giant palm never paused, and the rolling coercion suppressed him, the mighty momentum, the heavy breath, made Wen Chuanting feel unmatched.

The sword qi that had just bloomed was suppressed and creaked, and the bones of Wen Chuanting's body were pressed and crackled, and the rapidly beating heart seemed to be clenched and squeezed by a palm, and the pain made him unbearable.