Chapter 117: The Academy Remains

The sect leader stared at the curtain and said in a cold voice: "A generation of sect masters, you actually want your own junior disciples and those beasts to do it first, is this the truth that the master told you?"

Yu Curtain said indifferently: "Although you are not as good as me, it will take some means for me to kill you, as long as it can consume you, even if it costs a little more, it is good." ”

The head of the sect laughed angrily and said: "Your two junior disciples almost died, you just want to consume and watch coldly, it is really insidious and cold-blooded, if the master knows that you will do this, I am afraid that he will regret accepting you as an apprentice back then." ”

Yu Curtain said: "I am the sect master of the Ming Sect, it is natural to be insidious and vicious, since the master was willing to accept me as a disciple back then, how could he not know what kind of person I am?"

The master shouted: "Then let me accept you as a demon sect demon on behalf of Haotian today!"

Yu Curtain's expression was very calm, although her current opponent was the supreme powerhouse of the Xiling Temple, this calmness was an undisguised humiliation to the opponent.

"Xiong Chumo, you were not my opponent decades ago, and now you are even more unlikely to be my opponent. ”

She looked at the arm of the sect like a withered branch, which landed on his broken wrist, and said indifferently: "It's still the same sentence, if you are blind, I will let you leave the academy." ”

The left hand of the master in charge of the sect was cut off by General Xu Shi at the foot of the mountain.

From the mountain to the mountain behind the academy, he had already experienced two difficult battles in a row, and then faced the twenty-three years of the most unfathomable of the Demon Sect, and he had practiced with his master for many years......

But he still has faith!

The palm's expression suddenly became solemn, he raised his right fist, inhaled with a deep waist, and punched it like this.

He's thin and short, so his fists are small and look ridiculous.

But the fist that can kill Xu Shi and subdue the Xiling Temple for many years looks ridiculous and not ridiculous.

This fist is terrifying.

An ordinary punch, but it seemed to condense all the heaven and earth vitality in the mountain behind the academy, between the fingers. It is full of pure white brilliance, as if holding a round of sun in his fist!

Yu Curtain looked at the fist and suddenly lowered his head.

The cicadas in the back mountains are more restless, and the sound is poignant.

The two most mysterious powerhouses in the cultivation world finally met, and then fought.

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The fist is like a rage.

The fist is as heavy as a mountain.

The fist is like the sea.

The bluestone slabs on the mountain path were lifted like pieces of paper and flew far away. The trees fell one after another. The trunks of the resilient trees were only bent, and the more large trees were simply broken, making countless clicks.

The curtain was not hit. Like the wings of a cicada, she floated away, roaming the forest with the wind. It seems that it is really integrated with the breath of heaven and earth, and it is impossible to find her out at all.

The chirping of autumn cicadas continues, and thousands of yellow leaves are falling straight down.

Thousands of cracks instantly appeared on the divine robe on the master's body, and immediately after, an extremely thin layer of luminous light appeared on the surface of his body, and those yellow leaves were instantly shattered into silk.

The strongest man of the Xiling Temple finally calmed down completely at this time, looked at the mountains and forests full of broken trees and gravel, and shouted: "Twenty-three years of cicadas! Do you really think that if you cross the five realms, you will be invincible in the world?"

"You have entered the Heavenly Demon Realm at most now. If you can't be immortal, how can you fight against the light?"

He slowly raised his hands, the remaining right palm palm was facing the sky, the expression on his face was extremely firm and persistent, and the sound was like spring thunder blooming, spreading to the four fields and the sky.

"Please Haotian give me strength!"

The loud voice is still wafting between heaven and earth. The sky had already responded, and the western sunset suddenly became brighter, no longer so red and warm, but supreme and awe-inspiring.

A majestic force. Passing through the twilight clouds on the horizon, ignoring the gathering formation that obscured the mountain behind the academy. With the blazing sun, it fell on the body of the master.

The slender body of the head of the sect suddenly became extremely majestic.

His body seemed to possess a terrifying power that was almost heavenly.

Just between breaths, those yellow leaves that fell in a row were blown high into the air, and they didn't dare to fall again, even if the cicadas were all over the mountain, at this moment, it seemed to become a little lower.

The Sect Master finally used the Apocalypse Divine Technique.

The figure of the curtain appeared outside the mountains and forests.

On her childish face, a trace of solemnity finally appeared.

In the battle above the Five Realms, although she has confidence, she has no experience.

In fact, among the strongest people who have fought above the Five Realms for so many years, except for the Boundless Realm, all the rest have returned to the Haotian Divine Kingdom, that is, death.

She looked at the pillar of light that had landed in the west, and suddenly smiled slightly.

She held out her right hand, as if picking up a pen.

She used this pen that did not store zĂ i to write a few hairpins in the air.

Meditate, concentrate, ignore the world, don't ask about the way of heaven, just immerse yourself in your own world.

That's your own world.

That's what the Master said to her.

In the air behind the academy, there seemed to be a transparent barrier suddenly, like cicada wings.

The pillar of light that descended from the west fell on the barrier, and was mostly refracted away, spilling into the world.

This is the world of the aftercurtain, and she refuses to allow Haotian Shenhui to enter.

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"Arrogant and stupid people, think that if you create another world, you can block Haotian Shenhui? Don't forget that this is Haotian's world, and your world will always be under Haotian!"

The Sect Leader shouted angrily and continued to greet Haotian's Divine Radiance.

Yu Curtain looked at him and said: "Stupid, now that the thief and the teacher are fighting, it is too busy to take care of itself, and can it always take care of your life and death? ”

As she spoke, she had already scattered her right hand holding the pen, and her five fingers bloomed like autumn chrysanthemums.

An extremely faint aura came from her fingertips and spread throughout the mountain behind the academy.

All the trees on the mountain behind the academy began to tremble, and all the leaves seemed to come to life.

Every leaf is a cicada.

The head of the sect didn't believe what she said at all, but suddenly he found that the sunset in the west was really dim, and he had to return to ruddy and peaceful, and he couldn't help but look abrupt!

He let out an unwilling roar, and his body was weak, and he was ready to leave.

How could Yu Curtain give him such a chance.

The head of the sect is in the mountains behind the academy, among tens of thousands of cicadas.

No matter how fast his body sweeps, it is not as fast as the cicada flies.

He couldn't leave the world of the curtains.

Tens of thousands of cicadas flew over, making a deafening buzzing sound, and then covered the surface of his body, including his face, black and crushed, and it was extremely terrifying to watch.

One of the cicadas flapped its wings slightly.

The head of the sect was blind in his right eye.

More than a dozen autumn cicadas danced.

The right hand of the master was broken.

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A terrible howl sounded from thousands of autumn cicadas.

His left hand was cut off by Xu Shi at the foot of the mountain.

His right hand was cut off on the hill behind the academy.

All that remained of his fists was his bare wrists.

He folded his arms.

The light he held in his fist before, and the brilliance that Haotian sprinkled on him, were all poured into the arms of his arms, and there was a bright light in front of him, as if a sun had been born.

The sun is blowing!

Thousands of cicadas chirped and flew away.

One of the cicadas fluttered back.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the bloodied Zhangjiao rolled away like a lost dog.

The figure of the curtain reappeared, blood flowing from the corner of his lips, and a powerful smile.

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The peak battle of the Daomen Demon Sect.

The head of the Xiling Temple was blinded by a broken arm, and the snow-capped mountains were destroyed, no matter how powerful the Daomen magic was, it was impossible to cure the serious injuries he suffered, and he became a wasted person.

The Demon Sect Sect Master won a great victory in the twenty-third year.

She was the first female disciple accepted by the master.

The academy is still invincible.