Wang Quanquan broke free from the shackles of the formation, and the sword aura around his body was swirling, and the ten steps around him immediately became a thunder pool, and any object that came close would be shattered on the spot.

"Aconite seniors, dare to fight with juniors?"

The king's power was high-spirited, and he approached the young man step by step, and the latter showed a cold face from beginning to end, and said in a deep voice:

"Really, the deity doesn't dare to confront you head-on?"

As soon as the young man's words fell, a long sword suddenly appeared out of thin air in his right hand, and the sword body was three feet, much higher than the young man.

Facing the increasingly powerful sword qi of the king's authority, the long sword in the young man's hand pointed and said:

"The family teacher is too white sword immortal, use a sword in front of the deity, you are also worthy?"

The lone figure of the south gate rushed out, and the long sword in his hand that was extremely inconsistent with the shape of the body swept over, and the sword intent was so strong that even the royal authority of the Jindan period had to temporarily avoid the edge, and with a light tap on his toes, he jumped up directly in the air to dodge.

The sword seemed to pass very slowly, and there was not even sword qi, but the house behind Wang Zhiquan was directly cut off at the waist.

There was a loud "boom" on the ground, and the rubble flew up, splashing smoke and dust in the sky.

It's just that the smoke and dust seem to be blocked by an invisible wall, and only this courtyard remains, and the residual power of the sword has not affected the side.

Wang Quanquan frowned and looked at this strange scene, thinking that the opponent's formation had not been completely broken, so he stood in the air and said:

"If you don't want your Nanmen family's hundreds of years of foundation to be ruined, withdraw the formation and fight with me above the clouds."

Nanmen snorted coldly, and with a wave of his right hand, the clay figures at the foot of the wall exploded one by one, and at the same time, the smoke and dust around them suddenly lost their restraints and immediately spread.

……

The king's authority was trustworthy, and after glancing at the young man, his figure rose to the sky, and his sword qi soared into the sky. He wasn't kind enough to think about the Nanmen family, but he didn't want to affect the people around him for no reason when the fight was unstoppable.

The Jindan monk already has the power of immortals, and he can destroy most of the capital if he is not careful.

After flying to the back of the clouds in one breath, Wang Quanquan casually threw out a piece of rune paper, and the rune paper burned immediately, and it didn't take long for dark clouds to converge from all directions, and the speed was even faster than that of Wen Fuding.

This rune paper is taken from the Chuanqi Mansion, when Wen Fuding died, the Chuanqi Mansion from top to bottom, overnight from the high "immortal chief" to the prisoner of the step, the items in the sect were confiscated, and the royal authority found a few talismans from it.

He didn't expect to kill the aconite by Lei Fa, he just wanted to cover his vision with dark clouds, so as not to cause panic among the people.

……

Nanmen Gu soon followed, he looked at the dark clouds that covered the sky, did not say anything, and continued to look coldly at the king's authority.

When he came to heaven, the king was not in a hurry, and asked:

"Senior, why do you want to hold on to my Wang family's dragon spirit?"

"Nonsense, of course to be the emperor." The boy tilted his head, as if looking at a fool.

This bear child!

Wang Quanquan is really a little confused now, whether this guy is really a monster who has lived for nearly a thousand years, or a young master who has been spoiled by a big family, he patiently continued:

"The emperor seems to be supreme, after all, it is just a dream of mortals, for us and other monks, glory and wealth are all in the past, the supreme avenue is the lifelong pursuit, with the cultivation of the predecessors, how can you care about these external things?"

"You know what a fart, you are still a monk, and you don't need to use such a good opportunity, it's really a waste of the identity of the emperor's relatives. Man is the spirit of all things, and there are many wonderful things, one of which is the power of faith. ”

Nanmen opened his mouth alone and scolded, but he woke up the king's authority. The people in the three religions promote the teachings, not all for the benefit of the people, and the ethereal power of faith is exactly what even the immortals cannot resist.

Wen Fuding originally set up a shrine for himself behind the wall under the pretense of worshipping heaven and earth, and he was also paving the way for himself in the future, but people are not as good as heaven, and in the end, he couldn't even survive the thunderstorm.

……

Thinking of this, Wang Quanquan couldn't help but want to give himself a mouthful, as the other party said, he is the current prince, and he will not take advantage of the great opportunity, it seems that he has to arrange it quickly, first build dozens of temples for himself, whether he is useful or not, and occupy the position.

Wang Quanquan was thinking about it, and suddenly a childish voice sounded in his ears:

"Fighting against the deity, dare to be distracted?"

As soon as the words fell, a steel sword slashed diagonally.

As soon as Wang Quanquan raised his hand, the slender sword body directly blocked the opponent's attack, and he smiled and said:

"How dare you, I've been paying attention to the movements of my predecessors."

Speaking kung fu, Wang Quanquan's body is full of qi, and his long black hair is windless and automatic, and with his pure white python robe, he has a bit of freehand beauty.

……

Wang Quanquan's right hand shook and shook the other party away, "Seniors, if you don't show your true skills, don't blame the juniors for offending." ”

After saying that, the body stepped back, and in the process of retreating, the left hand pointed into the distance, and shouted softly:

"Frost!"

In the palace of Ankang Wang, Wang Qianying was sitting on the swing in a daze, at this time, there was a sudden buzz in the room, and a snow-white sword hanging on the wall trembled, and a silver light suddenly came out of the sheath.

The little guy looked at the sword in the distance, was stunned for a moment, and then clapped his hands and said, "Daddy is going to fight with someone." ”

……

Wang Quanquan stood in the air with his hands, and the slender apricot branches had been thrown out by him, and at this moment they were swimming around his body, and a sword roared in the southeast, and a touch of silver came quickly.

Nanmen was a disciple of the sword immortal, and he disdained to take advantage of the sword, and stood quietly in the air with the sword in his backhand, waiting for the other party to hold the weapon in his hand, and then a sword stabbed out.

The two were originally far apart, but the young man's sword seemed to contain some kind of law, and he came within ten steps of each other in just one step.

"Ten steps to kill one!" The young man said a word lightly, and his speed increased again.

Wang Quanquan's face was solemn, and he stepped back directly, and the instinct of his body told him that this sword was not simple. The sword in the South Gate Mansion before was also, which seemed to be very ordinary, but it contained strange changes.

The moment the king retreated, the figure of the young man in the air flashed, and when he reappeared, he was already in the position he had just been.

Wang Quanquan's eyes couldn't help narrowing, and the other party was not using a shrinking inch, but a more strange spell, which seemed to appear directly in this position.

……

The young man's movements still did not stop, even if the king was able to dodge the sword, the distance between the two was still ten steps.

Ten steps, one person will be killed, and no death will be stopped!

Wang Quanquan obviously realized something, and hurriedly cast a retreat that shrank into inches, and as soon as his footsteps landed, he cast it again...... After so many times, he was shocked to find that the young man, like an appendage, could always appear in the position he had been in before, but if he took a step too slowly, he would have to splatter blood on the spot.

Wang Quanquan ran away vigorously, and there was a burst of helplessness in his heart, thinking that he was alone in the enemy's formation, and in order to play prestige, he also said "kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles", but now compared with others, only to find that he is not worthy.

Since the other party's master is called Taibai Sword Immortal, maybe it is another poet immortal and sword immortal, playing sword in front of this kind of romantic character, isn't it really a big sword in front of Guan Gong?

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