Ask for support, ask for encouragement!

Blocked by Concubine Ming, Mingkong was shocked and angry: "You!"

Concubine Ming watched the conversation rush past the side, without the slightest intention of obstructing it. Against Ming Kong, he smiled, this smile was really charming and moving, but unfortunately his tone was cold: "Who dares to stop the breakthrough of the sect seniors, don't blame my subordinates for being merciless!"

This scene was extremely strange, as if the relationship between the two parties and Zong Changkong had been suddenly reversed.

Concubine Ming sneered, she and Zhong Yue worked hard to create this result, how could they allow Mingkong to destroy it. As for Tan Weiran, a spiritual monk is just a wandering monk, what can he do in this situation, he simply doesn't care.

The right is a clown watch who jumps over the wall in a hurry, and it's fun to look at the picture.

I heard that this talk is still a genius who is not inferior to their Yuxu Sect, Gan Qingdi, Song Youruo and others.

At the moment of lightning, Tan Weiran soared up, a pair of deeply locked brows stretched, his mind condensed the sword, and the sword flashed, like a ray of light came out of nowhere.

A flash of light, suddenly, incomparably fast, indescribably sharp.

If you are more detailed, you will find that a ray of light seems to travel through space, and along the way, every falling rain on the straight path is swept by and split in two. However, before the raindrops could crack, the light was cut away!

The aura within a radius of hundreds of miles, or even thousands of miles, frantically poured towards the place where Zong Changkong was, as if something had been added to this aura inexplicably. The majesty of those aura, almost like substance, gradually became viscous.

This wisp of sword spirit that turned into light was more than a foot into the aura, and with an indestructible sharpness, it pierced into the viscous and spring-like aura realm.

Brush!

Almost at this moment, an incomparably strong aura counterattack suddenly came. It really came like a wave of rage. Suddenly rolled up monstrous waves in a lap of the shore, wrapped in a devastating majesty!

As soon as he touched it, Tan Weiran felt that his body was almost flattened, his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were bleeding, and he almost vomited his internal organs with a poof.

Mingkong is in a hurry, and he doesn't look at Concubine Ming. In a flash, he rushed to Tan Weiran like lightning. A cold color flashed in Concubine Ming's eyes, and she stopped him again.

Tan Weiran was completely hovering on the line of life and death at this moment, according to Mingkong's temperament, how could he care about who was in front of him, worry and anger rushed to Tianling Gai, and he drew his sword without hesitation: "Get out of my way!"

Even though the sword aura is like a rainbow, Concubine Ming is too strong, and with a shock from her sleeves, she will guide this sword to other places.

The snorting sound was incessant for a while, and Mingkong exerted his strength. It can be described as a sword qi that can't help but cut the air into a clearly visible trajectory. Concubine Ming is really like a fairy, wandering lightly in every wisp of sword qi, and every movement is close to a point.

In the blink of an eye, no less than thousands of swords shot out from the open sky. However, Concubine Ming was unharmed, and she approached him quietly, and her palm seemed to fall lightly. Unexpectedly, a hundred flowers were formed, and the bright sky snorted backwards.

Then. In the aura counterattack, Tan Weiran was like a cannonball flying away, directly submerging into a half-mountainside twenty miles away.

Mingkong's eyes turned red instantly when he saw it, and his breath was furious to the extreme, and his sword spirit swayed hundreds of millions of lights and shadows: "Concubine Ming, I'm cāo your ancestor for eighteen generations!"

Concubine Ming raised her eyebrows. Anger flashed: "Death!"

Just then, a faint cough came through. Seeing that Tan Weiran struggled out of the mud and sand halfway up the collapsed mountainside, his face was bloodless, and he coughed and tore off his coat, and then pulled out a piece of ...... Torn vestments.

It's the ninth-order magic robe!

After a low scolding and a foul mouth. Tan Weiran wiped the mud and rain off his face, supported his knees with his hands, bent over and breathed heavily: "If it weren't for this ninth-order magic robe, this time it would be really fucking dead." ”

Tan Weiran thought to himself, and smiled bitterly, the magic robe, you say it's useful, it can't withstand two hits, and it is completely incomparable to the golden body and inner armor. You say it's useless, there are a few moments when it might save your life.

When I go back this time, I must push the ten-fold golden body up to the seventh order!

At this time, Tan Weiran was covered with mud and sand, mixed with the rain, as if wrapped in mud, inhaled deeply and breathed a few times, and rushed towards Zong Changkong again without hesitation.

The Nine Tribulations Thunder Sound is useless!

The Overlord Sword is useless either.

The stronger the moves I cast, the stronger the counterattack in the aura realm will be, and it's not a way to go on like this, don't die before you can't break those aura. There has to be a better way, what could it be?

Soaring all the way, continuously stepping on the cliff, like a sharp arrow flying. Tan Weiran had a flash of inspiration, condensed the true qi of the dantian, and the sword of the different path popped out a touch of light!

"I have immeasurable light!"

A large piece of dazzling light bloomed from that ray of light in an instant, illuminating this dim and rainy day as white and bright.

Zhong Yue and Concubine Ming glanced at it casually, and almost sneered: "In the two years since this kid came out of the Baili Cave Mansion, hasn't he made any progress? If he really stagnates, or even regresses, I am afraid that in another two years, even Liu Ziran will be able to get rid of him. ”

It's not that they discriminate, and they don't necessarily have prejudice. It's really that this sword is too substandard, too weak, too vulnerable, but even if you practice it a few times, you will never be able to get to the point where such flaws are everywhere!

In addition to the light, it is the light, and the light is infinite.

Almost at the same time, in a fierce battle with Concubine Ming, Mingkong raised his head to the sky and roared violently, and with a wave of his palms, countless sword qi were permeated, and thousands of figures accompanied by sword qi sealed the world where Concubine Ming was located.

It's just that his strength is too much worse than Concubine Ming, just boom, the ubiquitous sword qi was smashed by Concubine Ming's palm, and hundreds of fists fell down to wrap Mingkong, and his tone was cold: "The swordsmanship is good, and the courage is commendable." It's a pity that there is only advance and no retreat, and there is no courage and no strategy!"

The words on his lips seem to be more praised, and the poisonous and spicy under his hands are not polite, seeing that the colorful falling flowers will strangle the bright sky into a puddle of meat mud.

A loud voice came into Concubine Ming's ears: "Stop!"

This voice came from Zhong Yue twenty miles away, and his voice concealed anger: "Don't kill him! I told you, in this situation, anyone can die, only the two of them are not allowed to die, absolutely not allowed to die!"

"Don't forget, if Zong Changkong breaks through this time, he will be in the Yaotai Realm...... Even if he fails to break through, he is still the sect leader who destroys one sect by himself. ”

About this, no one will doubt.

Zong Changkong is probably the individual cultivator who has destroyed the most sects in tens of thousands of years, and his murderous intent is strong, not to mention that everyone knows it, at least the Jade Void Sect found out clearly before he came.

Wanfa City was very prosperous back then, and it was not necessarily inferior to the "Six Greats", Zong Changkong came to the door with a sword and directly leveled the Ten Thousand Law City, how could he be afraid of the "Six Greats".

The strength is so strong that Zong Changkong, who can't be killed without the cooperation of seven, eight or nine realms, is really comparable to the "Big Six". The comprehensive strength of the six major sects such as the Jade Void Sect and the Yujing Sect is definitely much stronger than Zong Changkong alone. However, when it comes to deterrence, it is even more important.

Zong Changkong has no descendants, no friends, and no sect, once he is provoked, how terrifying it will be, and a discerning person will know it at a glance. If there is no longer a sense of responsibility and moral bottom line, it will definitely be a nightmare in the wilderness.

At another time and place, Tan Weiran and Mingkong died when they died, and Zhong Yue and Concubine Ming would not raise their eyelids.

But in this situation, the two of them must not die. As long as one dies, even if they don't kill it, absolutely two thousand percent will be counted on the head of the Jade Void Sect.

Concubine Ming's murderous intent froze, and she laughed coquettishly: "I know, I haven't forgotten, there is a weight under his hands, and he can't die......"

The fluttering palm suddenly closed, as if the space was expanding externally, and the colorful falling flowers flying in the sky were blowing in all directions, the more beautiful and deadly they looked.

Concubine Ming struck angrily, even though she received some, she still hit Mingkong with a pop. The blood rushed up to his throat, and when he opened his mouth, a blood light spurted, and the blood that spurted out of his hands unexpectedly condensed the blood beads into countless small sword lights, and hit Concubine Ming with amazing power!

"Bastard!" Concubine Ming was furious, and she smashed it with one palm.

Countless blood-colored sword qi were crushed and exploded by the volley one by one, and Mingkong didn't even have time to vomit blood this time, and the person flew straight upside down like a meteor, knocking down three mountain peaks in a row, before falling into the mud fifty miles away.

Suddenly, Concubine Ming suddenly had the illusion that her skin was shrinking and tightening, and the hairs on her body seemed to be standing upright at this moment. She didn't even look at the clear sky, but slowly let out a gurgling sound in her neck when her intuition was intensely uneasy and her heart was furious.

Zhong Yue, who was twenty miles away, stared at Zong Changkong!

Under the dim sky, heavy rain poured down, and it continued to spread on the world. However, at this moment, the raindrops that were falling from the clouds within a radius of thousands of miles suddenly slowed down, stopped falling, and hung in the air.

When you look at the sky, the first thing you see must be the dense raindrops, each of which is suspended in the air.

It's not a place where this happens, it's a thousand miles away, wherever it rains.

It's a long story, but in fact, this scene just stops between breaths, giving people the feeling that the whole world has quieted down, and there is a sudden pause.

After a breath, the whole world returned to its original appearance and suddenly moved according to its original trajectory.

After a breath, Zong Changkong opened his eyes.

Looking around, Zong Changkong raised his hand and slapped it with a palm in the air.

An ordinary action unleashes a shocking power. With just one palm, there seemed to be an inexplicable attraction, so that all the rain within a radius of ten miles suddenly followed this direction and slapped down with this palm.

"Oops!" Zhong Yue's color changed wildly!

"True soul in the fist!" Concubine Ming was horrified, this blow seemed ordinary, but in fact it was extremely huge, and it was difficult for her to dodge at all. In the face of this suffocating aura, she screamed, her originally bright face distorted a few points, and slashed out from her cuff.

Embroidery knife!

When the sword embroidered the shuddering "flowers", the palm holding the angry waves was like a storm crashing on the shore, smashing the knife to pieces. (To be continued......)