With the turquoise divine strength qi machine body, Zai Yang, who was in the close barrier, was able to carry the "seven stars in one" sword path killing stream.

Protect your own backbone constantly, the road is unhindered, and you can continue to fight.

"Come on, whoever has the ability to kill me!"

The bright yellow robe he was wearing had been torn in many places, and his protection for his physique had been greatly weakened, but this did not affect the conceit and arrogance of the owner of the robe, Zai Yang.

When Jaeyang spoke loudly.

Through a steady stream of internal qi power, he exuded coercion to the outside world one after another.

Strengthen his own advantages in the world of this city, except for "people".

King Zaiyang of the Han Dynasty, he gave up his sword and used his fist, and the devil was a great success.

A generation of heroes, evil towns ancient and modern, and Lik Zhuying.

Thousands of strong people, all over the world, are difficult to beat.

Why? Not mortals, only gods!

The old man in yellow, who has the right time and place in the peerless city, seems to be an invincible posture in the sky and the world, high up, with the sun on his head, and there is no living person in his eyes, "Except for me, Zaiyang, there is no one else, who can deserve the title of 'the first master of the Supreme Realm'." You Qiujin can't do it, the city lord Bai Chuan of Xiaoyao City can't do it, even if that Sword Saint Dugu Thirteen comes here in person, it's still not good! Bai Chuan is called the 'Sword King' by the world, hehe, in my opinion, this title does not live up to the real name, it should be given to me, I am the real king of this river and lake! ”

Qiu Jin, who was wearing a white tiger skin warm fur, wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, glared angrily at the white-haired old man who was dressed in green and true qi, and scolded in a deep voice: "What a shameless old thief......"

Ling Zhen, a green-robed guest, also scolded angrily: "You old dog, you can only let go of dog-fart!" After Dugu's predecessor opened the sky, he crossed the dangerous gate of heaven, and the realm has already exceeded one grade, and he still needs to compete with you for the first place in the Supreme Realm? ! And you're -, you don't even have a sword in your hand, and why do you want the title of Sword King? Do you deserve it too? You're a! ”

Being insulted and abused like this, Zai Yang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, squinted at the green robe, and said in a cold tone: "Boy, do you want to die first?" ”

The Red Mo Sword was firmly held in his hand.

Ling Zhen was not afraid at all, and his expression was resolute.

Facing the old devil in the sky above who was a whole realm taller than himself, the young man in the green robe shouted loudly: "My sword cultivation is a good head, it is on the neck, if you want it, just come and get it!" Frowning, I'm Ling Zhen, with your surname! ”

Zai Yang is about to move and kill the life of the young man in the green robe who is really fierce and not afraid of death.

At this time, a very clear and melodious man's voice came from the ground below into the air, and he praised from the bottom of his heart: "It's good, the sword cultivator has this courage and courage, so he can live up to the sword in his hand!" ”

Qiu Jin immediately set his eyes in the direction of the voice, and shouted at the bottom with great excitement: "Brother Sword, you have read the letter I wrote to you, and you really came here to help me!" ”

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On the snow-heavy streets of the Peerless City, a man with a fairy demeanor stood alone.

There were no half disciples around him.

The man was dressed in purple and red sable, with only one arm remaining, and his smooth, straight hair was a cherry blossom-like pink, similar to the color of the sword he wore at his waist.

Snow cherry red, white and blood.

It's eye-catching!

The man who was as blood-red as a red cherry blossom and whose skin was as white as pure jade was the master of the Jiangnan Peach Blossom Sect.

Qiujin's sworn brother, Sword Wind.

Because of the receipt of the letter, he learned of the sword wind of today's battle in the peerless city, and the one-armed hand slowly pressed the hilt of the sword.

He raised his head and shouted into the air under the canopy: "Don't be so thick-skinned, I came here just to kill Zaiyang to avenge the revenge of the year, it has nothing to do with your autumn gold, don't put gold on your face!" ”

When Qiu Jin heard this, he laughed and said, "Okay, Brother Jian, where is my sister-in-law?" Sister-in-law, why didn't she come with you? ”

Jian Feng smiled, "Yan'er is pregnant now, it's inconvenient to go out, and I didn't tell her the news." ”

Qiu Jinden was overjoyed and said emotionally: "Really! This is great, your old sword family has a queen, hey, I guess thanks to the big heavenly dragon physique I gave my sister-in-law, if it ......"

"Are there enough words?!"

Zai Yang interrupted in an extremely impatient voice, "There are so many words, when you get to Huangquan Road, it's not too late for you to catch up slowly!" ”

Speaking of this, the old man in yellow suddenly frowned tightly.

It's just that he inexplicably remembered the apprentice Feng Zhu who said a lot of the same thing and liked to ask for merit and rewards with him the most in his life.

Zai Yang's only descendant disciple, Feng Zhu, is dead.

Even the human head was cut into pieces.

From now on, there will never be a guy who is annoying to be around the old man every day.

When he thought of this, the only vassal king with a different surname in the dynasty lowered his eyebrows.

The anger in his face was actually slightly reduced.

Zai Yang subconsciously muttered the usual "verbose", his lips trembled slightly, he sighed with emotion, and said to himself: "I will never hear such long-winded and annoying words in the future......"

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Eighteen cherry-colored long swords made of bright peach blossoms gathered together are full of sword intent and sword spirit.

Just like that, they lined up around the old man in yellow.

Trap it in the heart and can't advance or retreat!

This is the strongest supernatural skill of the sword wind.

The "Feiqiong Array" in that Peach Blossom Swordsmanship is also known as the "Peach Blossom Feiqiong Eighteen Swords".

Each sword will launch an incomparably swift and domineering attack on a certain point in the body of the person who is in it.

The sword machine can penetrate the body and go straight to the deepest part of the interior, ignoring all body protection and having the ability to break armor.

It's like on the battlefield, the iron cavalry responsible for driving straight into the hinterland of the enemy army!

The eighteen sharp peach blossom swords formed a flying flower Qiongxiao formation.

Extremely lethal.

Facing this formation below the First Rank Supreme Realm, there is no ability to resist, and nine times out of ten, he will die.

The rest of them may not be able to die, but they are also destined to become a wreckage who can even walk!

As for the monks above the first grade, they may not be able to directly behead them.

But one thing is for sure.

That is, even if there is a cultivation of the Supreme Realm, once you are trapped in the Feiqiong Array, if you want to break the formation and leave, you must pay a certain amount of Great Dao loss as a price, and no one can escape!

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"Zai Yang, this Feiqiong Peach Blossom Sword Array of mine was originally invented to kill you, the devil, and today, I can finally achieve my original purpose......

Sakura-haired Sword Cultivator, who had only one arm left, shouted, "You've been wearing that crown for more than ten years, right?" Now, it's not yours anymore! ”

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In an instant, the emerald crown that had been worn on the old man's head for many, many years suddenly exploded and shattered into powder.

Jaeyang's head was affected by the impact, and he trembled on the spot, dizzy and dizzy.

There is a strong sense of shaking the earth and shaking the sky.

At the same time, the barrier formed by the condensed blue divine power disappeared.

Ling Zhen and Qiu Jin, two sword cultivators, seized this precious opportunity and slashed at the same time.

The sword qi hit Zai Yang's body hard!

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The bright yellow vestment no longer existed, and the pieces of cloth withered and scattered, scattered and scattered.

The old man, who had no crown on his head, was covered in bruises, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

Truly tragic.