Yang Muyun's face was pale, his goal had been achieved. Yang Muyun didn't want to deal with Yujiang in his heart, and the so-called alliance conference was just a plan to take the opportunity to achieve his goal, but for the sake of prestige, he couldn't say this, so he frequently kicked the ball to the two factions, and now the two factions took the lead in making it clear, naturally they had already fallen behind, and now they only need to make some more blood out of their own way, and the prestige in this Dakang Mansion can be said to be rising.

So Yang Muyun made a helpless look and said: "The two major sects of Dakang Mansion are unwilling to make a move, it seems that this matter is indeed inviolable. However, I also know that although the plague has no effect on us monks, it can be fatal to those mortals. What faction is still mortal without relatives?"

Speaking of this, Yang Muyun continued in high spirits: "Therefore, I am willing to give away 30,000 exclusive refining Qingwen Pills that can cure the plague for free, and give them to the Daoists of all factions for treatment of the families of the Daoists of all factions!"

The monks now also understand what to kill Yujiang, it is just talk, and the major factions have no such plans, and they are immediately disheartened. And when they heard that there was a free Qingwen Pill to give away, those monks who did have relatives in the world were grateful, and who didn't like such a happy thing.

The head of Zixu Dao and the head of the Cangsong faction glanced at each other, and hated Yang Muyun's hand even more in their hearts.

Seeing that the matter was over, the sound of gongs, drums and firecrackers suddenly sounded outside the main hall.

"What's going on?" The monks looked at each other and looked at Yang Muyun one after another, only when Yang Muyun had arranged something that he didn't tell everyone.

"Who dares to be presumptuous in my Luofeng Mountain!" Yang Muyun had a gloomy face and walked towards the outside of the main hall.

Only then did the monks understand that someone had come to provoke them, and they all walked out with Yang Muyun at the moment. The Cangsong faction and the head of Zixu Dao glanced at each other, knowing that there was a good show to watch, they also smiled and followed out.

Outside the main hall of the monks, they saw the smoke of firecrackers in the distance, and the gongs and leather drums were ringing non-stop. The monks who had been waiting outside the main hall were crowded and looked into the distance.

I saw a group of loose cultivators coming from afar, dozens of flags were erected high, and they shouted slogans in unison:

"Wine Sword Immortal, boundless mana, vast supernatural powers, law control the Central Plains!"

When the monks heard this, they turned their heads to each other:

"It's the Wine Sword Fairy, this ...... This is too bold, isn't it too bold to make such a big noise?"

"Isn't it? If the people of Zixu Dao are here, and the people of Luoxue Valley are also here, he is still so presumptuous, and he has offended Luofeng Mountain, and it is difficult to kill such a big Louzi. ”

More than 200 scattered cultivators stopped in front of the disciples of the sect. Wang Meng's face turned pale, he looked at the nearly 1,000 sect disciples, and said, "Great ...... Sir, this is too much trouble, isn't it?"

Xie Yun, who was lying leisurely on the small sedan chair, said, "If you want to retreat, you can try." ”

Wang shrank his head sharply, and glanced at the group of abducted cultivators, but no one dared to escape.

"Wine Sword Immortal!" Yang Muyun shouted loudly, "What do you want to toss like this on my Luofeng Mountain?"

Xie Yun replied loudly: "I heard that you are holding a conference here, how can I be missing such an important matter? Since you don't invite me, then I have no choice but to come uninvited." ”

An elder of Zixu Dao took a step forward, and his murderous aura surged: "You killed my sect leader of Wuyoudao, I was about to kill you, but I didn't expect you to send it to the door at this moment, which just saved me a lot of effort!"

"You're not qualified to fight me!" Xie Yun said.

"Are you afraid of death?" the elder shouted.

"Disciple, you go and teach him a lesson, we are not here today to kill people, to spare his life. Xie Yun said. He wasn't worried about Yang Peng at all, before the "Jiaolong Transformation" was not completed, the monks in the Qi refining period could no longer hurt him in the slightest. With the completion of "Jiaolong Change", Yang Peng will definitely be able to fight with the monks in the foundation building period.

"What a big breath!" The elder's eyes turned cold, and the long sword was instantly sacrificed, shooting towards Xie Yun.

"Old thief, you dare to be rude!" Yang Peng was furious when he saw this, stepped forward, his right hand was clawed, and grabbed the flying sword that flew in.

"Li Xiaoyao, I know that you are a body refining cultivator, but a body refining monk can only be strong during the qi refining period, and the more you go behind, the more useless you become!

The elder's mind moved, and the flying sword spun, causing the surrounding air to tumble, and the flying sword was like a high-speed rotating drill, stabbing towards Yang Peng's palm in the turbulent air flow.

The elder's face was murderous: "Look at me first grinding your arm, and then breaking your heart!"

Boom Boom!

The high-speed spinning flying sword stabbed into Yang Peng's palm, dazzling firelight flashed in his palm, and countless sparks shot out in all directions. Yang Peng's palm was like a copper skin and iron bone, and the flying sword was constantly rotating, but it couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

"How is that possible!" the elder's face suddenly turned ugly, "My flying sword is a spiritual weapon, and I can't even hurt him!"

Yang Peng grabbed it with his backhand and grabbed the flying sword with both hands.

The elder used all his strength to urge the flying sword, but his face turned red with all his strength, and he could no longer urge the flying sword.

"What a strong body, so much strength!" the onlookers were dumbfounded.

"Give it back to you!" Yang Peng burst out and threw the flying sword in his hand towards the elder.

The flying sword roared back, bringing up a fierce wind.

Seeing that Yang Peng let go, the elder hurriedly urged the flying sword with all his strength, but the flying sword was mixed with a terrifying huge force, even if the elder urged with all his strength, it was only a small part of it.

Boom!

The hilt of the flying sword smashed into the elder's chest, and his sternum suddenly shattered a lot. The elder flew upside down, spurting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and the whole person smashed into the mountain wall, smashing a large crater.

"That's a monk in the foundation building period, he was defeated by a body refining monk, when can a body refining monk be as strong as a man? Who would dare to say that the more the body refining monk reaches the later stage, the more useless he becomes!" The monks watching the battle were dumbfounded.

They also saw that Yang Peng had not made a killer, otherwise the flying sword thrown back would not have been an elder with the hilt facing the Void Dao.

"Presumptuous!" "The head of Zixu Dao shouted angrily, "First killed my sect leader of the Wuyou Dao, and now he hurts my sect elder, just because my son has no one in the Dao?"

Xie Yun replied: "I said that I didn't want to kill people today, otherwise the person who provoked me just now would have died long ago!"

"It's useless to talk more!" Zixu Dao took a step forward, "I also want to learn your tricks!"

After speaking, the head of Zixu Dao was about to sacrifice the flying sword to kill the killer.

Suddenly, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and a light snow suddenly fell in the sky.

The head of Zixu Dao suddenly felt that he was locked by a fierce killing intent, and that killing intent was so strong, the person who came would definitely cultivate to a higher level. The head of Zixu Dao paused, and looked into the distance in disbelief.

The fluttering white snow became heavier and heavier, and in a moment it turned into goose feather snow. In the snowflakes in the sky, a man dressed in white walked slowly, the man's hair was snow-white, his hair was scattered, and his voice was cold and abnormal: "Only I can kill him, if you dare to kill him, I will kill you!"

Xie Yun smiled slightly: "I made such a big move, Li Taiqing, you should have come a long time ago!"

The person who came was Li Taiqing, the former valley master of the Falling Snow Valley, and his eyes were full of madness at this time: "Little bastard, I want you to pay for your life today!"

Seeing this, the head of Zixu Dao put away his weapon. Someone wants to kill the wine sword fairy for himself, and he can't ask for it.

The monk who had built the foundation and cultivated said in horror: "The strength of Li Taiqing, the number one master of the Great Kang Mansion, is so strong that he is building the foundation and cultivating at the same time, but I feel that I am not his opponent at all. ”

"But no," a monk echoed, "the situation of the Wine Sword Immortal is not good now, if you make such a big formation, if you are killed like this, it will be a shame to die." ”

Yang Muyun, the lord of Luofeng Mountain, closed his eyes slightly, and Li Taiqing's momentum made him feel irresistible, although he was already at the end of the hero, but this strength was still not to be underestimated.

"I'm here today for the matter of Yujiang, I don't want to kill people, can you and I talk about the feud later?" Xie Yun said.

"No matter what happens, it can't stop me from killing you little bastard to avenge my son!"

"In that case, then we'll finish it today!" Xie Yun jumped and flew down from the sedan chair to the ground. The loose cultivators who raised their feet ran away one after another, and now that Li Taiqing has come out, they are no longer optimistic about Xie Yun, and they are coerced by Xie Yun today, and at this time, they all wish that Xie Yun would die under Li Taiqing's knife.

Yang Peng saw that Li Taiqing was so presumptuous and wanted to make a move, but Xie Yun stopped Yang Peng and whispered to him: "He can hand it over to me, you can help me keep an eye on others." ”

The cold wind began to howl, and the snowflakes were fluttering.

Everyone knew that Li Taiqing was going to make a move, so they pushed away one after another, giving up a large piece of open space, for fear of being affected by Li Taiqing. Yang Peng nodded at Xie Yun and retreated to the sidelines.

Li Taiqing's body moved, and a blood-red long knife was instantly drawn out, slashing towards Xie Yun's head: "Give me death!"

The blood-red long knife cut a red ray, like a smear of red blood in the snow.

Xie Yun took out the black flying sword he had obtained from Wuyou Dao Leader and blocked it in front of him.

Bang!

The blood-red long knife slashed at the black flying sword, and the surrounding snowflakes were agitated and scattered in all directions. Within more than ten zhang around the two, there was not a single snowflake on the ground.

Pedal Pedal Ped

Xie Yun took three steps back to stabilize his figure, this Li Taiqing's cultivation was really much higher than Wu Youdao's chief, and he had already reached the late stage of foundation building, and he was just a sword, and the long sword in his hand was almost unable to hold it.

Li Taiqing laughed, like crazy, the long knife turned, drawing a blood-red arc, and all the snowflakes in the sky were pulled one after another, and all of them fell towards Xie Yun with the blood-red arc. The air was broken by this knife, and a fierce gust of wind was set off, and the endless knife momentum was mixed with the wind, spreading out in all directions.

For a moment, the onlookers felt as if a steel knife was hanging from their heads, and they could cut it down at any time.

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