"Father, is Shizun really that strong? One person is worth four saints? ”

On an unknown island outside Penglai Island on the coast of the East China Sea, Ao Li stood on top of the sea cliff and looked at the blue not far away.

Seabirds swirled and chirped in the sky, and a breeze blew by, bringing up a strand of hair fluttering.

On that delicate cheek, a trace of longing flashed.

When will you be able to become fearless of saints?

"Hehe, Li'er, this master of yours is not simple, it can be said that among the six saints in the wilderness today, your master is the strongest."

Ao Li's side, an old man with a slightly rickety body stood with his hands in his hands, and his eyes seemed to contain the five lakes and the four seas, deep and vast.

"Do saints also distinguish between strong and weak?"

Hearing his father's words, Ao Li turned his head, and a trace of doubt flashed on his delicate cheeks.

The saint claims to be immortal and immortal, since he is immortal, what is the difference between strength and weakness?

"The saint itself is indeed not strong or weak, but the magic weapon is divided!"

Ao Yuan's extremely deep gaze looked at Penglai Island not far away, "The Tongtian Saint is worthy of the name of Tongtian, and the four heaviest swords in the past and present are enough to make him undefeated in the face of the four saints!" ”

Undefeated in the face of four saints?!

Hearing this, Ao Li was stunned for a moment.

"It is not copper, neither iron nor steel, and it was once hidden under Mount Meru.

Without reversing yin and yang, is there no water and fire to quench the edge?

Punish the immortals, kill the immortals, and trap the immortals everywhere with red light.

The changes of the immortals are endless, and the blood of the Daluo immortals is stained. ”

Ao Yuan retracted his gaze, looked at Ao Li, who was stunned in place, and smiled, "The four swords of Zhuxian are not terrible, what is terrible is that the four swords are merged into an array." ”

"What do you think of the last great array of the two Wu clans back then?"

Ao Li came back to his senses, and when he heard this, a scene from 100,000 years ago subconsciously appeared in his mind.

The Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array almost made the entire universe start to spin wildly, and the scene of hundreds of millions of demon clans based on the stars in the sky can be described as unparalleled!

And the Twelve Heavenly Great Arrays were equally terrifying, and ten beams of light that seemed to be pillars of creation rose from the earth, penetrating the heavens and the earth.

The figure of the ten gods and demons made Ao Li, who was still in the long river of years at that time, can't help but tremble when he thinks about it.

"It's scary!"

After being silent for a long time, Ao Li only spit out three words in the end.

He couldn't find any words to describe the Lich Clan's Great Clan.

"Hehe, these two major formations are indeed terrifying, and they can even be called the two most terrifying killing arrays in ancient times."

"However, if the four swords of Zhuxian are merged, it will be even more terrifying than these two killing arrays!"

Even more terrifying than the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array and the Twelve Heavenly Great Array?!

Hearing this, a trace of doubt subconsciously rose in Ao Li.

Although the saint is terrifying, almost no one has seen the saint make a move above the flood wilderness.

But the two major killing arrays were seen by the eyes of all things in the desolation, the once vast land was divided into four continents and countless fragments by the fierce qi, and the nine heavens were also divided into thirty-three days by the power of countless stars.

Such a terrifying killing array has long been deeply rooted in the souls of all living beings above the flood wilderness.

Many people know the four swords of Zhuxian, but the four swords of Zhuxian can form a sword formation, but few people know about it.

After all, there are only a handful of people who can make the Tongtian Sect Master exert all his strength in the entire flood wilderness.

Ao Li knows his father, so even if he subconsciously doubts, he has already begun to accept it in his heart.

"Master... Is it really that strong? ”

Thinking of the approachable young man in the small courtyard before, with a smile on the corner of his mouth all the time, Ao Li muttered a little incredulously.

The sea cliff, Ao Yuan's body was slowly fading, he looked at Ao Li, and a smile appeared on his old face.

"Tongtian Sage, that's how strong it is."

"Just like when I mention your master's name now, he can feel it, maybe he's still watching it."

"This old boy!" In the depths of Penglai Island, a million miles away, Tongtian shook his head with some tears and laughter, "I'm a little embarrassed to brag about me like this." ”

On the other side, Ao Li looked at his father's disappearing figure, but the appearance of another person appeared in his mind.

"Li'er, your friend named Xuanfan is not simple, if you can, have a good relationship with him."

"If you can become a true friend with him, maybe you will be even luckier than you becoming a disciple of the Tongtian Sage."

These are the last two words that Ao Yuan said when he left, the moment he appeared in the small courtyard after living for an unknown number of years, he saw that the relationship between Tang Hao and Tongtian was not simple.

Xuanfan Daoyou..... Is it really that extraordinary?

On the sea cliff, Ao Li's figure stood alone, his long hair flying.

His voice was no longer warm, but crisp like a wind chime.

......

Buzhou Mountain, in the small town of the Terrans.

The moment Wushuang shot at Qinghe, in a bamboo forest attic in the depths of the Xuanming tribe dozens of kilometers away, a woman stood up suddenly.

"Not good!"

The beautiful figure disappeared from the attic in an instant, but Wu Shuang, as a creature in the Daluo realm, was on guard against Qingyou's sudden stop, this blow was afraid that only a saint-level existence could stop it.

"Damn Wushuang, is this going to kill my clan?"

In just an instant, Xuan Ming's figure appeared above everyone from the attic, but it was still too late, and Wushuang's big hand full of green tendons was about to touch Qinghe's head.

A blow at the Da Luo level can definitely shatter the skull of Qing He, who has cultivated to a Xuan Immortal!

All kinds of emotions flashed in Xuan Ming's eyes, anger, doubt, confusion, and a trace of fear.

At this time, she regretted why she didn't tell Qinghe's true identity in the first place.

Don't even think about it, Wushuang definitely thinks that Qinghe is his mount, and thinks that killing her is no big deal.

But in the entire Xuanming tribe, only Xuanming knows how terrifying Qinghe's background is!

At the foot of Xuan Ming, everyone present was also stunned.

No one thought that Wushuang, as a Da Luo-level existence, would actually engage in a sneak attack!

No one had time to stop it, and no one could stop it, everyone could only watch the big hand full of death go towards Qing He's white and smooth forehead!

"Humph! It's just a green luan, and the old man even ate dragon liver and phoenix marrow! ”

"It just so happens that I haven't opened meat for so many years, so let's use you to beat the tooth sacrifice first!"

As Qing He, who was facing Wushuang's big hands, he was already staying in place at this time.

Instead of closing his eyes and waiting for death, he gently pursed his lips, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

Commiseration? What does that mean?

Wu Shuang naturally saw that trace of mercy, and was immediately furious.

How do you exist? How dare you, a Xuan Immortal, show such eyes?!

But before Wushuang could increase the strength of his hand again, a mysterious pattern suddenly appeared on Qing He's white and smooth forehead.

The pattern is small and mysterious, and it looks like a small sword.

What is this?

Looking at the pattern that suddenly appeared, an extremely dangerous aura instantly permeated Wushuang's body.

In a trance, Wushuang felt that his soul was trembling, and a very terrifying thought suddenly rose in his mind.

The subconscious mind tells him that he has ...... Surely death!

In a corner not far from everyone, Tang Hao, who was in a green shirt, looked at the small sword pattern on Qing He's forehead, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

It's really comfortable to be friends with an existence like the Tongtian Sect Master, and you don't even have to worry about the safety of your mount.

When Qing He was triggered by Qi Qi's first sword intent before, Tang Hao happened to be outside the box, and he didn't personally experience what it was like to be the sword intent of the Tongtian Sect Master.

Now it just so happens that Wushuang is looking for death by himself, and he has dragged the other party's blessing.

At the moment when the small sword on Qing He's forehead appeared, it seemed as if the time around him had stood still.

In the entire heaven and earth, only the small sword pattern kept circulating, and an ethereal sword light slowly floated out from Qing He's forehead.

The sword light is ethereal, but the sword intent is undiminished.

Endless killing intentions instantly filled the entire world.

Wushuang's hands still maintained the downward slapping movement, but the eyes that had been ancient since they appeared from the beginning were now full of horror.

This... What the hell is going on?!!