Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Heavy Sword Has No Edge, and the Great Skill Is Not Worked

In a hurry, like flowing water, people do not wake up, Shaofeng has entered the Flying Dragon Valley for more than half a month.

At the mouth of the Flying Dragon Valley, the spirit grass that was originally a mess sprouted new sprouts, verdant and dripping, starting a new reincarnation.

"Come on!"

In the hole behind the narrow valley road, a gray-white man covered in dirt struggled to crawl out.

That's right, it's this greedy snow-haired little Langjun!

Of all the ores looted everywhere, the two spatial rings can barely fit it. Shaofeng wanted to fly out of the cave in one go, but this hole was twenty zhang deep, and his Xuan power was insufficient, so he couldn't hold it when he only flew to more than ten zhang.

Fortunately, he grabbed the vine in time and was able to climb out little by little, otherwise, Shaofeng would really want to cry without tears!

Here Shaofeng is trying to climb up, and on the other side, the major mountain gates in the Sunset Sect have also arrived as scheduled.

On the ninth day of March of the Tianxuan Era, the Seven Sects Alliance Sunset Sect.

On this day, the Sunset Sect is lit up everywhere, especially the big characters of the golden phoenix flying in front of the mountain gate are extremely magnificent.

Although they each have their own scheming, even the Heavenly Demon Sect is also a righteous Xuanmen, and they still have to work together in the face of evil demons.

"Boom, boom!"

Elder Qian stood in the air with a golden giant sword in a gorgeous robe, and the mysterious power wrapped around the sword body, exploding into the sky, and the roar resounded through the sky.

Nine rings fell, and Elder Qian fell into the sky, standing straight in front of the gate of Sunset Sect, and said loudly.

"Seven Sect Alliances, Sunset Sect welcomes distinguished guests!"

"Please enter the mountain gate!"

In front of the mountain gate, a group of elders from other sects and welcoming disciples saluted and made invitations.

"Haha, what a magnificent welcome!"

"You're wrong, you're demonstrating. However, the Sunset Sect's thousand-year-old luck seems to be still strong at the moment!"

The elders of the six sects who were waiting to enter the sect saw this scene, either speculating or sighing, and they were more or less touched by the unity of the Sunset Sect.

"Okay, anyway, people have given a welcoming gesture, let's join the sect, everything must be considered in the long run!"

In the lineup of Tianjimen, an old man in black and white clothes walked out first, with gray hair loose and messy, as if he had thought too much and aged in advance.

Immediately after, a young man behind him followed him, the same black and white costume, a fan painted with a drawing of yin and yang Pisces in his hand, squinting his eyes, as if ignoring everything.

"Yuan Jizhi's old immortal actually brought Bu Tianji, hehe, it's shameless!"

The leader of the Heavy Sword Sect shouted, but he was a little gloating. Not far from him, there was also a team of Hua Yu Mountain, and Hua Yu Mountain had always been relatively close to the Sunset Sect, and a middle-aged man couldn't help but mock.

"Your Elder Gu is not bad, na, you are followed by the head of the Ten Heavenly Pride!"

A group of powerhouses watching the play secretly looked at an inconspicuous corner of the Heavy Sword Sect's team with the man's gaze.

I saw a black-haired young man about eighteen years old, the young man was indifferent and ruthless, and a heavy iron sword exuding a murderous aura was erected in front of him, crushing the floor and sinking deep into the dirt.

"This is the heavy sword without a blade, and it is a big skill!"

Such a temperamental Tianjiao character made some young men and women who had never seen Yan Wufeng secretly frightened.

A few girls who were brought to see the world by the elders of the sect were a little unstable. Yan Wufeng's cold temperament is very attractive to them at this stage!

"Humph!"

Being ridiculed, the old face of Gu Qingfeng of the Heavy Sword Sect couldn't hold back, he snorted, and gestured to Yan Wufeng in the corner.

Yan Wufeng had already understood it in his heart, the sword was born from his heart, his fingers were bent, and the thick and sharp sword light stabbed directly at the middle-aged man who spoke out from the Huayu Sect.

The sword light was as fast as lightning, and the man was triumphant, and when he saw the sword skill coming, he was caught off guard, knocked to the ground, and fainted.

More than a dozen people in Huayu Mountain's team were suddenly furious, and their swords faced the team of the Heavy Sword Sect, and the Huayu Sect led the captain Lin Zhan, burst into the void, and directly slaughtered Yan Wufeng in the corner.

"It's too much to deceive people! Take your life, Yan Wufeng!"