Xuan Qing only felt that his ears began to buzz, and the huge red light curtain surrounded him, and a gossip figure slowly appeared in those light curtains, and then countless red villains appeared, those villains were actually phantoms, they howled, laughed, and played, showing various shapes and postures.

Xuan Qing only felt a strange buzzing in his ears.

"It's an illusion, it's an illusion!"

He kept telling himself that he couldn't be confused, he couldn't be disturbed, and once he was distracted, Xuan Qing, who didn't have any advantage in the first place, had no chance to take advantage of the old monsters of the Southern School.

Can't be shaken!

Absolutely not!

Xuan Qing closed his eyes, ignored the voices that kept shouting in his ears, and sank his somewhat irritable heart into the dantian.

Those red villains kept shouting, a few of them were afraid of Xuan Qing's neck, and some of them directly hooked their feet around Xuan Qing's waist, and he even clearly felt the ******...... of the villain's drum

It's annoying......

And the elders of the Southern Sect outside the halo looked at Xuan Qing with very appreciative eyes.

That look is more like a cat looking at a struggling little mouse.

He muttered:

"Depending on your concentration, as long as you stay in the formation of my Yin and Yang Fingers for an hour, your mind will be distorted, and finally you will die of madness, and you will forget who you are and become a complete madman......"

The old man's words rang clearly in his ears.

Heaven and earth are curtains.

Blood is the color.

Xuan Qing's surroundings were covered with a deep blood, he closed his eyes, tried his best to restrain himself, and in the next moment, a red color appeared in his eyes.

Sweat trickled down her cheeks.

Xuan Qing's face turned pale because of his great control. As soon as the blood was drawn from his body, without blood, he naturally would not have any intentions.

He pulled the blood out of the sticker and gathered it between his eyes, condensing dozens of breaths.

I felt that the red phantom voice was much quieter.

Xuan Qing knew it was time to fight back.

"There is a green dragon in the sea, immortal and immortal!"

A dragon roared out, Xuan Qing swept up, his body spun in the air at great speed, and the huge wind drove the flying sand on the ground, forming a huge whirlpool, in the depths of the whirlpool, the phantom of the green dragon behind Xuan Qing became more and more obvious, like a substance.

Xuan Qing's eyes were fierce.

"Ahh

He raised his head and let out a roar, which could be earth-shattering, and the phantom around him was immediately shattered by him, turning into a trace of red light and shattering.

The red illusion is shattered!

The corners of Xuanqing's mouth grinned slightly, and a faint smile floated.

"Broken!"

A strong sound wave erupted from Xuan Qing's mouth, and the next moment, with a god-like momentum, he held a deadwood sword and rushed towards the old man of the Southern Sect.

His body wallpaper is like a shuttle flying out, as fast as lightning, and the phantom of the green dragon behind him is becoming more and more obvious, and it is only when he meets the old monster of the southern faction that he can see clearly that the green dragon is not attached to Xuan Qing, but is controlled by Xuan Qing!

After the power of the green dragon is absorbed by mortals, it is divided into several stages, the first stage is controlled by mortals using magic decisions, which can only be borrowed from power, and cannot be achieved as they want.

The second stage is the brute force at will, the power of the green dragon, in a short period of time, completely controlled by the holder. The attack power is dozens of times that of the previous one!

The third stage is the unity of man and dragon, for thousands of years, even people like the elders of the Southern Sect have never seen the unity of man and dragon!

"You've reached the ...... of human and dragon unity"

As soon as his words fell, a deadwood sword had already penetrated through his chest, and with the power of the powerful green dragon, the other fingers of the Southern Sect elder moved, and the yang finger of his yin and yang finger had not yet been used, and the person was already dead.

Ahem.

His form staggered, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his chest.

A pair of cloudy eyes, looking at Xuan Qing in disbelief, he didn't believe that he was actually in the hands of a hairy young man.

For a thousand years, he has never had an opponent.

The Southern Sect Elder had infinite remorse in his heart, but he had no chance to flop the cards......

Xuan Qing followed and shook the deadwood sword fiercely, and the Southern Sect elder felt a sharp pain in his internal organs, and his legs kicked off, and he immediately lost his breath.

Time seemed to go straight down.

There was silence all around.

Everyone who witnessed this scene couldn't help but widen their eyes.

"The Southern Sect Elder is dead!"

"The Southern Sect Elder is dead!"

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, no one believes me.

After a while, someone reacted,

Everyone looked at Xuan Qing with a look of awe and fear, and many ghost clan patrols couldn't help but retreat.

At this time, Xuanqing's face had a few streaks of blood on his cheeks, which was the blood of the Southern Sect and the banner of Xuanqing's victory.

Everyone looked at the bloodstains and couldn't help but feel touched.

"This kid killed the Southern Sect Elder!"

In the tens of thousands of troops, suddenly a person shouted a sentence, and everyone woke up in shock.

At this time, Xuan Qing's eyes looked around at everyone, and his expression did not fluctuate in the slightest, but with an unprecedented calmness, he drew out the deadwood sword in an orderly manner.

Let's go.

A low stream of blood fell from the tip of the Deadwood Sword to the ground.

Xuan Qing's eyes were firmly fixed on the cabinet of Tianyu City, with the enemy on his head, and Lu Long was there.

At this moment, Xuan Qing, **** overflowing with blood, the combination of man and dragon just now has consumed a lot of his true qi, and it is in his jealousy and rage that he has completed the upgrade.

But there is no information in his heart, all the upgrades, all the abilities, all the supernatural powers, are all means, they are just means of revenge.

Revenge, revenge!

Xuan Qing's face was pale, his hair was hanging down unkemptly, and his shirt was already torn, and he stepped towards the cabinet of Tianyu City step by step.

The Golden Armor Guard of the Ghost Clan automatically opened a path for him.

The faces of those ghost clan's golden guards flashed with horror and trance, and the elders of the Southern Sect were invincible in the entire ghost clan except for Lu Long.

Although they are known as the invincible Golden Armor Guard, but the rotation cultivation, who can compare to the elders of the Southern Sect, this guy can kill the elders of the Southern Sect in minutes, who would dare to provoke him?

Xuan Qing walked towards the cabinet step by step.

When Xuan Qing walked in, the guards of the Golden Armor Guards remembered that they had let Xuan Qing in without resistance!

This is simply unprecedented in the family history of the ghost clan!

"Shame, shame!"

The Golden Armor Guard suddenly reacted, he pointed to Xuanqing's back and shouted:

"Don't chase it yet!"

Only then did these golden guards react, packed up their knives and guns and chased after them.

Bai Susu and five thousand warriors immediately stopped sideways in front of the group of golden guards, and fought in a ping-pong fight.

The scene fell into chaos for a while.

The sound of swords clashing was endless, and Ren Xuanqing ignored it, and walked towards the cabinet step by step.

Lulong, we're finally going to meet......

Five years of hatred have long been carved into the bone marrow at this time, and I dare not forget it at night.

For five years, that hatred often appeared in his dreams in the middle of the night, the screams of the neighbors, the tragic death of the clansmen, like a heavy hammer, constantly hammering Xuan Qing's chest.

Xuan Qing's fingers holding the deadwood sword trembled slightly.

He had been waiting for this moment for five years. (To be continued.) )