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The leader of the Qianzhou Heavenly Dao League, the great monk Feng Siyuan in the late Yuan Dynasty, wearing a sky blue water satin brocade robe, a high bun and a golden crown of hair, and stepping on cloud leather boots, looks just over middle age, white mirror, dignified facial features, and a righteous body.

Early this morning, Feng Siyuan was sitting in the main hall of the Heavenly Dao Alliance camp outside Tianqiao Pavilion, and had just picked up a cup of spiritual tea, when he suddenly let out a light "huh", and the teacup that had just reached his mouth was slowly put down, and he said to himself thoughtfully: "How can such a master come here?!"

Feng Siyuan's figure flashed out of the main hall, and he sacrificed a colorful sword, and the sword flew and went east, which was actually a typical sword cultivator.

Feng Siyuan came west with a sword and flew towards the powerful aura that suddenly appeared.

As the saying goes, "Those who come are not good, and those who are good are not good!", Feng Siyuan also knows that those who come are not good, and the intention will never be as simple as looking for immortals and visiting friends, but he also does not take it too seriously.

Because of this kind of cultivation in the late Yuan Infant period, even if the battle between opponents of the same level is superior, it is difficult to cause real damage, and often the most difficult can only take the opponent's descendants or the same sect.

The result of mutual jealousy is that the duel between masters mostly stays on the lips, "three, three, five, four, six" to make it clear, and finally reach some kind of compromise.

Therefore, the most feared thing in the world of cultivating immortals is often not the strong who occupies one side, but the solitary cultivation without any worries, and the reason why the "Mountains and Rivers Tips" are so valued by various sects is the same reason.

Feng Siyuan carefully looked at the golden-armored warrior in front of him, how could it be a "gold" word, not to mention the golden helmet, golden armor, and golden boots all over his body, holding a golden shield more than one person high in his left hand, and holding a seven-foot pure gold broadsword in his right hand, the whole person was shining with golden light, and even his face was shrouded in a golden helmet, not only could he not see his face clearly, but even his divine sense was isolated by golden light.

Moreover, the aura of this golden-armored warrior is also very weird, obviously very powerful, at least it should be a great monk in the late Yuan Infant period, but it makes it difficult to accurately judge his cultivation, and the whole person gives people a vague feeling.

Fortunately, there are no powerful loose cultivators in Qianzhou, so Feng Siyuan is not very afraid.

"The first strike is strong, and the second strike suffers!"

Feng Siyuan resolutely chose to make the first move!

Feng Siyuan arched his hand and smiled: "Hahaha, I don't know if the Daoist friends are far away, the Heavenly Dao Alliance Feng has missed the distance, please Haihan!"

Feng Siyuan's first trick is called "opening a three-point smile when people open their mouths", and there is a saying that "open your hands and don't hit people with smiling faces!", this trick has been battled and tried repeatedly.

Who knew that the Jinjia martial arts on the other side did not play cards according to the routine at all, and did not return the salute, but said a few polite words, but just snorted coldly with his nose.

Feng Siyuan's first move was defeated.

Feng Siyuan was also a little embarrassed, but he was able to lead the Heavenly Dao Alliance to stand tall in Qianzhou, surrounded by wolves, how could he not have the ability to be a person.

"Thinking far ahead, the leader of the Qianzhou Heavenly Dao Alliance, I haven't asked the Daoist Friends for their names, where is the Immortal Mountain?"

Feng Siyuan's second trick is extremely clever, and he has reached the realm of not revealing his traces and being natural.

Feng Siyuan expected that this golden-armored warrior must not have figured out his identity, so he was so unruly, so he didn't attack because of the other party's rudeness, and he showed his identity again without revealing his face, and he also touched the details of the other party by the way.

This trick is called "closing your eyes and forbearance for three minutes", as the saying goes, "it's rare to be confused", and Feng Siyuan's trick is also a unique and famous stunt.

Who knows, today he was kicked to the iron plate, and the golden-armored warrior still snorted coldly, and said lightly: "I know that your surname is Feng!

The other party's oil and salt did not enter, Feng Siyuan was defeated in a row, and he was somewhat annoyed, and changed color and said: "Why did you come here, you might as well say it bluntly, otherwise please go back!"

Feng Siyuan also knows that he can't blindly back down, otherwise the other party will be more arrogant, which is called "every hard is more than three points stronger", generally speaking, when Feng Siyuan uses this trick, the other party can also be a little more restrained.

But today is the day when Feng Siyuan is doomed to failure.

The golden-armored warrior looked up to the sky and smiled, raising his huge, somewhat exaggerated seven-foot broadsword above his head.

"I'm here to kill you!"

Hearing this, Feng Siyuan laughed instead, even if it was a great monk in the early stage of the transformation of gods, it would be difficult to kill the great monk in the late Yuan Infant period, let alone between the same realm.

Feng Siyuan thought secretly: "No wonder I will be repeatedly frustrated today, it turns out that it is not a battle, although this gold-armored warrior has a high cultivation, but his spirit is not good, so everything will be unexpected." ”

Although this Feng Siyuan is sleek and sophisticated, the cultivation of the great monk in the late Yuan Infant period is not the slightest false.

Feng Siyuan held up the natal magic weapon "Colorful Hate Sky Sword" in his hand, and let go of all his breath, and the coercion of the great monk in the late Yuan Infant period continued to rise, reaching the sky and the earth, worthy of being a character like a land immortal.

Although Feng Siyuan was majestic, it was difficult to change his passivity, and at the same time as he was showing off his momentum, the gold-armored warrior had already rushed over with an arrow step, and he raised his sword and slashed.

"It's really a shame to be so hard and hard, it's really a shame to fight and do it, you don't deserve to use a sword!" Feng Siyuan entered the Tao with a sword, and was able to reach the cultivation of the late Yuan Infant period, and his comprehension of the way of the sword had reached a very high level, so he naturally couldn't see others insulting the way of the sword so much.

Feng Siyuan turned around, like a willow swinging in the wind, flashed the edge of the giant sword, and at the same time, the "Colorful Sky Hateful Sword" in his hand gently flicked and picked up, caught the spine of the giant sword, and shouted "Let go!"

However, the imaginary scene of the giant sword in the hands of the golden armor warrior "dang chang" did not appear, the golden armor warrior's comprehension of the sword and Feng Siyuan compared with the cloud and mud, Feng Siyuan simply these few clicks, containing a very high and profound kendo understanding, the golden armor warrior has no reason not to abandon the sword.

But the reality is that the golden-armored warrior followed the sword momentum, rolling several times in a row before settling his body, although he looked embarrassed, but the giant sword in his hand seemed to grow in his hand, and he did not move at all.

This Feng Siyuan is usually able to "close his eyes and endure for three minutes", but he is extremely nitpicky in this sword, and this time he did not get off the sword of the golden armor samurai, and he was immediately ashamed, and the blood gushed up for a while, and he was really angry.

"Good!good!good!" After Feng Siyuan shouted three good words in a row, he no longer showed mercy to his subordinates, and shook the "Colorful Hate Sky Sword" in his hand, a sword was as fast as a sword, a sword was as strong as a sword, and the sword light was like a wisp of weaving, enveloping the golden armor warrior in it.

Every sword is like wind and thunder, every sword is like a boundless tide, every sword is like a raging flame, every sword is like Mount Tai pressing the top, every sword is driven by the aura of heaven and earth, and the mystery of heaven and earth is secretly combined.

The golden-armored warrior was swaying in the sword light, and he only had the power to parry.