~Date: ~09/29~

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"I can't believe that even you are here. ”

Xiao Xiang naturally couldn't kneel down towards Emperor Fengxuan, in his opinion, if it wasn't for the attitude of the Panruo Temple, then this Emperor Tangzang was just a puppet that could be brought down at will.

He just didn't expect that some arranged things would cause such big twists and turns, and that it would come to the time of the final break so quickly.

So his expression also became completely indifferent, "You are so daring, dare to think of killing your own uncle, but all the people around you combined, only these two people can threaten me, and you should also understand that I don't kill you, not because I care about you, but just because I care about the identity of this little monk, now that you come to kill me, I have to kill you, but it's a pity that you are too naïve, do you really think that you can kill me with these two people?"

"I just want to know how you three managed to get into me... I think you'd better tell me, lest I'm going to kill too many people when I get to the clean. ”

The mouthy little monk of Yunhai seemed to want to speak, but Gu Xinyin's eyebrows were raised, and he said calmly: "I will leave this question until you hear the voice of your own death, and then I will tell you the answer." ”

Xiao Xiang smiled and said, "Then let's see who will die today." ”

As soon as the word "death" came out, his hands landed on the bronze stove and the hot earthen bowl in front of him.

The majestic breath that erupted from between his hands instantly formed a huge white idol in front of him, and the shattered bronze furnace and earthen bowl, as well as every wisp of flame, and every milky white soup, were like the bones of this huge white idol.

When the endless vitality and power in front of him turned into a divine image, Gu Xinyin only looked up at the sky slightly.

There seemed to be a slight sound of dripping rain on the roof of this ashram, and then a bright yellow sword light pierced the roof and fell like lightning.

At this moment, a middle-aged elegant man in a yellow robe walked in the air and stepped over the outer courtyard wall.

At this moment, an old wizard with all kinds of unnamed patterns on his face and body, dressed in an extremely colorful dress, gently pushed open the door of the outer courtyard.

Xiao Xiang, Gu Xinyin, the elegant man in yellow shirt who walked in the air, and the old wizard covered with tattoos, the aura on these people formed a great majesty, which made the entire courtyard tremble slightly.

However, there was also a small blue sword, fluttering out of the unknown path outside the courtyard, approaching the quiet room where Gu Xinyin and Xiao Xiang were faster than the elegant man in the yellow shirt and the wizard.

Because all this is happening at the same time, and the majestic atmosphere makes it impossible to convey the sound, it gives people an extremely quiet feeling for a while.

Gu Xinyin's bright yellow sword light fell, cutting into the body of the white divine elephant.

The white idol disintegrated in an instant, and all the white brilliance, the fragments of the bronze furnace, the hot clay chips, and the soup seemed to crash into an invisible wall, spreading along this invisible wall.

All the windows of the chamber swelled and cracked, and then the whole chamber could not bear the majestic swelling and cracked into countless pieces.

The small blue sword that flew from outside the courtyard pierced the back of Gu Xinyin's head.

The little monk of Yunhai, who was dressed in a white monk's robe, also suddenly flew up.

His left hand was on Emperor Fengxuan's hand, and with Emperor Fengxuan, the two of them seemed to have lost their weight, shining with an ancient golden luster, like the Buddha's light in the temple, as if crossing the boundary of time and space, appeared in front of the small blue sword. He pinched out a magic seal in his right hand and pressed it towards the flying sword, as if to squeeze the flying sword between his fingers.

The small blue sword accelerated suddenly, like a sneering sound in the air, and burst into a ball of blue flames, with the powerful pride of the Holy Master, and directly stabbed into the palm of the sea of clouds.

Countless stars of light bloomed in the palm of the sea of clouds, and the countless capillaries on his body, and even among the seven orifices, all emitted a strange roar, like countless bells ringing in the early morning.

The small blue sword that was enough to penetrate the thickest armor in Tang Zang could not penetrate the palm of this white-clothed little monk, and the sword body was pinched by the two fingers of Yunhai, trembling violently, and letting out bursts of wails and not being able to take it off for a while.

......

The gorgeous quiet room turned into countless pieces, falling like rain outside Gu Xinyin and Xiao Xiang's bodies.

Gu Xinyin stood without sorrow or joy, everything in the outside world became irrelevant to him, even the little monk of Yunhai, who was usually made sad by him, showed the great magic power of the Panruo Temple that shocked the world at this moment, but it did not make the slightest wave in his heart, all his thoughts turned into that bright yellow sword light, and he turned into that sword light.

The bright yellow sword light arrived in front of Xiao Xiang.

Xiao Xiang had already sat down.

His body was suspended three feet above the ground, and a copper-colored ancient round mirror flew out of his hand, spinning around his body at high speed.

"Duh..."

It's just an instant, the bright yellow sword light has collided with this copper-colored round mirror countless times, where the flying sword assassinates, this copper-colored round mirror will block it, because the speed is too fast, in the eyes of ordinary people, Xiao Xiang's body is suddenly more than a layer of copper-colored treasure light, and countless light stars unfold in an instant, because the speed is too fast, countless impacts in this moment, and only one sound is made.

Under the countless slashes in this bright yellow sword light in an instant, Xiao Xiang's majestic eyes were suddenly covered with many shocking bloodshots, but the corners of his mouth were rippling with a cold and smug smile: "Gu Xinyin, so many years of water prison... You have not become as strong as you imagined, and I am not as weak as you imagined, so you are destined to not be able to kill me, and you are destined to be unable to return to Yunqin. ”

As his voice spoke, the old wizard who had pushed the door in also sat down.

His dark eyes burned like they were burning, emitting dark green flames, and all the tattoos on his body lit up like flames burning.

His lips trembled violently, and as a sharp and ugly incantation rushed out like arrows, all the dark green flames on his body formed green flame crows, frantically surging towards the sea of clouds and Emperor Fengxuan.

In the face of these green flame crows that expelled all the surrounding air and formed a vacuum, causing the air and soul power in their bodies to explode, the sea of clouds covered in golden light just shouted in a clear voice: "Evil demons, outer ways!"

The voice sounded, and the small blue sword in his hand finally roared, and he hurriedly withdrew from his palm, and instantly retreated from a distance of I don't know how many steps.

At the same time, his fingers popped out towards the sorcerer sitting on the ground, like a petal on his finger, a drop of water.

However, what he popped out was not flower petals, not water droplets, but several blue sword lights, several Buddha lights, which instantly stabbed all the green flame crows and rushed on the old wizard's body.

The old wizard's whole body flew upside down, slammed into the wall, embedded in the wall, blood gushed from several wounds deep into his chest that penetrated deep into his heart, and wisps of messy hair stained with broken stone chips and dust, looking indescribably miserable, and his old eyes were full of incomprehensible and unbelievable looks.

The blue sword light that the sea of clouds struck was exactly the same as the power of the owner of the little blue sword, and it seemed that the little blue sword was impacted in his palm, and all the power that burst out when he struggled was incorporated into his body, and then at this moment, he gathered his own strength to hit him, so that he couldn't resist it.

However, it was precisely because the old wizard was very familiar with the little blue sword and the owner of the little blue sword that he couldn't understand it at all, how could it be possible to form a cage with the body of the sea of clouds and forcibly contain such a powerful power in his body?

The powerhouse of the Pranya Temple is really so strong that even a character like him is simply incomprehensible?

Except for Gu Xinyin and Xiao Xiang, everyone was shocked by the magical power of the white-clothed little monk Yunhai's Panruo Temple, even the owner of the blue little sword was shocked inexplicably, and the blue little sword that had already escaped from the predicament unconsciously retreated dozens of steps.

The yellow-shirted elegant man who came over the wall in the air was also shocked and inexplicable, but he knew very well that Gu Xinyin and this white-clothed little monk were more extraordinary, and the more they couldn't wait at this moment, so he didn't have the slightest Wang, and when the old wizard flew out upside down, he had already volleyed down in front of the sea of clouds.

Then he also drew his sword.

He was also a swordsman, and he held a small ivory sword in his hand.

The aura of concussion on the ivory sword was even more powerful than the blue sword, but his sword did not fly out of his hand.

Because since he cultivated the sword, he has always practiced the way of holding the sword, and in this way, he can't make the sword in his hand as fast and as powerful as a flying sword, but the power of a single blow is even more powerful.

He used his many sacrifices to make such a sword more likely to be killed by his opponents when fighting and falling into battle.

He is Han Xuzi, the first swordsman of Tang Zang.

The smooth ivory sword in his hand brought out countless bright and extinguishing lights and shadows in the air, piercing into Yun Hai's chest, and the endless sword intent and power expanded wildly towards Yun Hai's body.

......

Just when the sword in the hand of Xiao Xiang, the first sword master of Tang Tibet and the most powerful emperor in Tang Tibet, pierced into the chest of Yunhai, Gu Xinyin had already responded to Xiao Xiang in a loud voice: "This is what she told me... She's your daughter, but she didn't tell you, she told me. ”

As he uttered his first words, his body suddenly emptied.

His body was completely unusual, but it just gave people the feeling that his body was instantly empty.

Almost at the same time, his bright yellow sword light shone brightly, the blazing sword light, like a rising sun burning, and the terrifying sword qi made the owner of the little blue sword and Han Xuzi who was holding the ivory sword completely change their faces.

The bright yellow sword light instantly turned into countless paths, which was already a speed that no cultivator present could react to at all, and could not see it clearly.

Xiao Xiang didn't even have time to be frightened and surprised.

The ancient mirror outside his body was still spinning at high speed, and the red copper light curtain formed was still firmly wrapped around his body, but countless bright yellow sword lights were instantly and freely entering and exiting this red bronze light curtain, like tens of thousands of bright light filaments, shining on his body.

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