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As soon as these words came out, the cold night wind in the wild desert suddenly seemed to be louder, and the voice was terrible, like a resentful soul seeking life in purgatory. The young disciples under the elders of the three sects of the Demon Sect were all pale and bloodless.

"Or do you want me to make the choice for you?" Long Xuan's face was as pale as frost, and his right palm lightly touched the hilt of the dragon's sword, and the invisible sword qi soared wildly, as if a thunderstorm swept the heavens and the earth.

The corners of the poison god's eyes jumped a few times, and he subconsciously felt a little chill behind him. He is an old Jianghu, so he can naturally see that although the words of this Qingyun little ghost in front of him are aimed at all of them, but this sword momentum of Chongxiao is locked on him for six or seven points, and it is obvious that this newly rising Tianjiao swordsman has a lot of grievances against him.

"Hey, if you don't die when you fight a tiger, you will suffer from it, what can you do about it?" The poison god sighed secretly, his mind moved, and a dagger with clear light appeared in his right hand, and a faint purple qi appeared on his old face at the same time, which reflected the clear light emitted by the acacia dagger in his hand, and said lightly: "I don't know what the son wants?" ”

Long Xuan's face was pale, the dragon slaying sword in his hand was magnificent, the thunder was shining, and the majestic sword qi rushed to the sky, and the wild desert under his feet suddenly shook twice, cracks were everywhere, and wisps of crazy killing intent diffused out. He sneered and said in a cold voice: "Old ghost, what you have done, have you forgotten it so quickly, the feud of a dagger on Qingyun Mountain, Long still remembers it vividly!" ”

The body of the poison god shook, and he slowly raised his head, in the dark, his eyes were as cold as frost and snow, as if he did not contain any human emotions, and the strange light of the hand on the acacia flickered, obviously urging a certain secret technique of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate to the extreme. He sighed lightly, his tone was surprisingly calm, and he said lightly: "Little ghost, do you think that if you can resist the power of Shura, you will already be invincible in the world?" ”

Long Xuan raised his eyebrows, looked at the demonic god in his eyes, and the poisonous god who was full of anger, and said: "Old ghost, when you die, you are still relying on the old and selling the old, do you really think that Long will not dare to kill you?" The poisonous god stared at Long Xuan with cold eyes, like a venomous snake that had awakened, and laughed angrily: "Okay! Sure enough, it is the back waves of the Yangtze River that push the front waves, and the son has courage! Since the old man succeeded him as the master of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, you are the first one who dares to talk to the old man like this. ”

The Sanmiao Fairy snorted coldly, her black hair fluttered in the strong wind of the desert, like countless living poisonous snakes, the hand hidden in the embroidery slowly poked out, and said indiscriminately: "Brother Poison God Dao has nothing to say with this little ghost, and I will kill this fang together!" Between the words, she turned to the Ghost King and said lightly: "Brother Ghost King, what do you say?" ”

A complicated look appeared on the Ghost King's face, if it was said that among the Demon Sect people present who did not want to make a move on Long Xuan the most, it must be him! On one side is the great cause of the Holy Gate, the gap between righteousness and demons; On the other side, he is his own nephew, if something really happens to Long Xuan, he can't explain it to his little sister Wan Qinghui!

"Oh, and teaming up again? Poison God old ghost, you are really not ashamed! Long Xuan's face was calm, the sword blade of the dragon slashing sword was as cold as frost and snow gradually raised, the white clothes on his body were windless, and countless dazzling colorful sword lights rose from the sword body, mighty like the Milky Way falling into the nine heavens, with the vast and desolate environment of this wild desert, it actually gave people a strange sense of heroism and freedom.

"Amitabha, the Poison God Layman, the Three Miao Donors, you two are also famous predecessors in the world, why are you so skinless and faceless?" Just when the atmosphere on the field was solemn and about to erupt, Pu Zhi suddenly pronounced a Buddha horn, his face was solemn, and he stood beside Long Xuan with Master Kongru, and said loudly: "Today, let the two of them come to learn the tricks of the Demon Sect!" ”

The poison god's face sank, but his heart was unspeakably upset, it was rare to meet Long Xuan here today, if the power of the three families was combined, he would definitely let Long Xuan die without a place to be buried, and completely eliminate the great trouble of the Holy Sect's henchmen.

But right now, there are two helpers by Long Xuan's side, and the original matter has become complicated - needless to say, Puzhi is one of the four great monks of Tianyin Temple, and his Buddhist practice has already reached its peak; As for the empty Zen master beside him, maybe others don't recognize it, but they are not strangers, this monk has lived in seclusion in the wild desert for nearly a hundred years, and he doesn't know how many demon disciples he has killed, but his whereabouts are strange, even they can't find it. After several failed encirclements and suppressions, they had to be resigned.

"Thief bald donkey, it's not your turn to interfere in the affairs of this seat, don't forget, this is the wild desert of my Holy Sect, not Mount Meru of your Tianyin Temple?" The poisonous god's body was full of yin wind, and a wisp of colorful mist appeared, exciting, glamorous, faintly accompanied by bursts of strange fragrance, like a beating elf: "If you know each other, get out of the way, otherwise when my Holy Sect army arrives, you will be broken into thousands of pieces, and your bones will be scattered!" ”

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, Master Long's nephew is a senior disciple of Senior Brother Daoxuan, how can the old man stand by and watch?" Puzhi put his hands together, his face faintly revealed the color of compassion in his palms, in his palms, ten thousand Buddha lights rushed into the sky, when the air condensed into a boxy jade ruler, the four sides were engraved with the four protectors of Buddhism King Kong's golden body dharma, the top of the ruler, there are countless mysterious Buddhist mantras from time to time. Pu Zhi closed his eyes slightly, and chanted the Buddha's name lightly: "If it weren't for the dragon master and nephew who sacrificed his life to save him, the old man would have died at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, how could he come to today's fate?" ”

"Lotus Vajra ruler?" Fairy Sanmiao exclaimed, Yurong was cold, and a pure white lotus flower floated in his palm at the same time: "Thief bald donkey, you are willing to pay the capital, it seems that today you have made up your mind to fight me to the death?" Pu Zhi didn't answer, his hands formed countless strange seals, and the low Buddha voice turned from small to large, instantly resounding through the heavens and the earth!

The Fahua Vajra ruler shines brightly, printed with the faces of the four great Vajra, like compassion, like slaughter, mercy is universal to all living beings, slaughter will subdue demons and demons, gods and Buddhas are angry, destroying the heavens and destroying the earth! The empty Zen master smiled, his hands turned outward, forming a strange handprint similar to a treasure bottle seal, and a golden demon-slaying pestle broke through the air and fell into his hands.

"Two uncles and uncles, slow down!" At this moment, Long Xuan suddenly fainted his voice, and his light voice seemed particularly ethereal in the night sky. He closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, his pupils turned into a strange black and white color, and two yin and yang fish were entangled, spinning rapidly in his eyes, solemn and grandiose, and the domineering and magnificent sword aura rose from his body!

Heaven and earth are not kind, do they use all things as dogs?

For some reason, the words on the frontispiece of the nameless fragment inexplicably appeared, ancient and unruly, echoing in his heart as low as a spell.

He took a deep breath and said lightly: "Two senior uncles, in this battle, the senior nephew wants to fight alone!" ”

Pu Zhi's face changed, and he exclaimed: "Master Long, don't you want to come here, although you showed your might on Qingyun Mountain that day and defeated the two demons. But this time is different from the past, the Wild Desert is the home of the Demon Sect, and you must not underestimate the enemy! ”

Long Xuan chuckled, but he understood what Pu Zhi meant - that day on Qingyun Mountain, Yu Yangzi and Sanmiao mistakenly thought that he was just an ordinary second-generation disciple at first, so they underestimated the enemy for a while, so that they lost the opportunity and were pressed and beaten by the mysterious sword moves that Long Xuan had not been able to come out of. In addition, Qingyun Mountain is the base camp of the righteous path, and although the four lords of the Demon Sect have formed an alliance on the surface, they have their own ghosts in the end, and they always have spare strength when attacking the Yuqing Palace.

——Under the elimination of one and the other, it became the peerless reputation of Long Xuan's "Sword Picking Double Sect", covering Kyushu!

But in fact, Long Xuan's strength is strong, but it has not yet reached the point of defying the sky, if it is a real life-and-death fight, at that time, he can at most fight with a Demon Sect master-level figure, and the victory or defeat is five or five, and at least a thousand moves away. This point, whether it is the Lord of the Four Lords of the Demon Sect or Long Xuan, is very clear!

Of course, neither Pu Zhi, nor the Poison God, Sanmiao and others knew that Long Xuan's cultivation at this moment had crossed the triple and quadruple of the Shangqing Dynasty, and entered the realm of the fifth realm of the Shangqing Dynasty, coupled with his gradually becoming "Heavenly Sword Style", and the silver-white strange mana in the dantian, his strength could be said to have advanced by leaps and bounds, and he had truly reached the point of being a peerless master of Shenzhou on the bright side.

Therefore, he had the confidence and confidence to be able to fight several sect masters of the Demon Sect head-on, so as to sharpen his kendo. Seeing that Long Xuan didn't reply, the light of the dragon slaying sword in his hand was even brighter, and he was in a hurry, and said: "Senior nephew, you are psychic in the way of the sword, and you will definitely be able to stand side by side with us in more than ten years, but now you ......."

"Uncle Puzhi!" The strong sword aura swept the heavens and the earth like a storm, Long Xuan's white clothes fluttered gently, and he smiled leisurely: "My nephew has been learning swords since he was a child, and he wants to follow the example of the ancient sages to create a sword path that leads to the heavens. As he spoke, his gaze fell on the hesitant ghost king, and there was also a hint of complexity in his eyes.

Speaking from his heart, most of the demon sects and demons that Long Xuan killed when he traveled the world were scattered cultivators or came from small sects, and how could the real famous demon giants surrender their identities and go to the trouble of ordinary people.

Therefore, at the beginning, although he had a bad feeling towards the four lords of the Demon Sect, it was only out of the difference between the Dao and the Dao. It's a pity that in the battle of Qingyun, the disciples of Qingyun Sect suffered heavy casualties, although they did not hurt their muscles and bones, but they also made Long Xuan's heart ache. Although the Ghost King Sect was not the mastermind, he also participated in the whole battle, Long Xuan was stunned, and he didn't know what attitude to take to face this uncle?

The ghost king's expression was awe-inspiring, he groaned slightly, the soul lamp in his hand was shining, and gradually levitated, and suddenly said: "Since this is the case, it is up to Wan to teach the two masters the high moves," he turned his head, looked at the poison god and the three wonderful fairies, and said lightly: "The young man will be handed over to the Dao brother and the fairy!" ”

The poison god was worried that no one was dragging Puzhi and Kongru, and he was overjoyed when he heard this, and said with a smile: "This is very good, there is the elder brother of the Lao Ghost King, if this battle can kill this fang, the elder brother should be the first to take credit!" The ghost king sighed in his heart, but he smiled lightly on his face, noncommittal. Between the words, his figure flashed, floating straight up like a ghost, and his two palms waved, straight to the door of Puzhi and Kongru.

The two senior monks glanced at each other, and they all shouted, the monk's robe swayed, and the scattered energy floated out behind him like a feather.

At the same time as the ghost king made a move, the poison god and the three wonderful fairies also followed closely, a royal envoy Qianmeilian, an imperial envoy ten thousand poison ding, one white and one green two long rainbows flashed in the air, turning into thousands of arcs of light, directly taking the vital points around Long Xuan's body.

Long Xuan smiled lightly, his face remained unchanged, he clasped his hands together to slay the dragon, and slashed out with a sword, "Tear and pull!" "Like a cracked silk, the sword is like a streamer, the sword is like a dragon, it seems to be real and virtual, and it faces the two magic weapons with an ethereal and uncertain attitude!

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