"You ...... It's noisy!"

The young lady in the white dress finally turned her head and looked at the warriors who were hysterical like mad dogs from a distance, and her expressionless face showed a touch of impatience, "Don't make any more noise." ”

"What, she actually told us not to quarrel?"

"She actually said that we were making trouble, and that we were arguing?"

"This demon girl is really hateful, she actually slandered us, is there any great power to make a move to submit her!"

Seeing that the young lady in the white dress had a reaction, these people immediately became more energetic, shouting and scolding one by one, indignant, and completely forgetting the way they ran away in embarrassment.

Seeing such a situation here, both the Louvre and the Purple Sun Demon Sect remained silent, and even had a tacit understanding to retreat a little back, in the eyes of the two of them, the little girl in the white dress who had previously backhanded the two Origin Spirit Martial Arts seemed to be a little different, so that they could not see clearly, there was just a group of cannon fodder, so they pushed the boat out along the river.

"Are you still arguing?"

The young lady in the white dress frowned, seeing that this group of people looked excited, as if they had been poured ecstasy soup, they actually forced her provocatively, her tender white little hand waved, and she no longer paid attention, and turned her head to look in the direction of the exit of the secret realm.

The next moment, these martial artists were breathless, and their faces changed suddenly, but one by one they couldn't speak, they stuck their necks one after another, their faces showed pain, and even more fell to the ground and rolled, opening their mouths to scream, but they couldn't make any sound.

It was as if there was an invisible barrier spread over the area where the group of people were, encompassing them all, isolating the void so that it could not penetrate even the sound, and then began to erode their blood souls like a curse.

Although the strength of the martial artists who can come to the Tiger Leaping Cliff to watch the lively soy sauce fighting cannot be compared with the Louvre and the Ziyang Demon Sect, and even the second-class sects such as the Badaomen, they can survive until now, and even have the courage to come over and fish in troubled waters to pick up leaks, their own strength will not be too weak, and they are generally above Lingyun and Lingyun.

It's just that at this moment, these casual cultivators, who can be regarded as good hands in ordinary sects, are like lambs to be slaughtered, not even lambs, and the flesh and blood all over their bodies are like being desperately bitten and gnawed by invisible blood, and they quickly disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally only a skeleton with a clean and white eye-catching skeleton remains.

Similar to the scene that happened before, only more vicious, more resolute and more aggressive, these thirty or forty martial artists whose strength was at least above the Spirit Cloud Realm quietly completed the process from birth to death, like a pantomime, terrifying, thrilling, but weirdly without making the slightest sound, impacting the sight of others.

"It's so vicious, it's not one left, all of them are dead!"

A small sect disciple who was huddled under the protection of the Louvre Palace gasped, and his eyes were full of panic and fear when he looked at the young lady in the white dress, the strength of the thirty or forty scattered cultivators who had died was not weak, and when they were gathered, they were even stronger than the sect he was in, but now they were killed on the spot in the blink of an eye, which really frightened him and other disciples of similar sect forces.

"A full forty-two good players, including seven Bao Dan Realm Martial Artists, are all dead. ”

In the camp of the Purple Sun Demon Sect, one of the Origin Spirit Realm Martial Spirit Jue was immediately relieved, but the next moment he let out a muffled snort, a trace of surprise appeared in the purple light clear eyes, and then looked at the young lady in the white dress The gaze became extremely solemn.

Purple Wukong manifested the vision of Ziyang, and a round of purple light on his head was like a mythical god and demon coming to the world, and after feeling the instant fluctuation of the qi of a junior disciple behind him, he immediately asked: "What, I have suffered a dark loss?"

Now Ziyang and Luofu have begun to confront each other, five against five, each of them has an evenly matched opponent in each other's containment, without playing the hole cards, they can only compete with each other, delaying and waiting for the opponent to make a mistake.

And this Purple Sun Demon Sect's Origin Spirit Martial Martial recovered even with a snap of his fingers and made up for the shortcomings, but after all, there was a momentary gap, and he didn't even have time to answer Zi Wukong, a sword light as bright as the moon and brilliant as a rainbow entered from the gap, the void shook, making a loud and la-la-la sound, magnificent, like the Yangtze River, mighty, falling from the Nine Heavens, rushing towards the camp where the Ziyang Demon Sect was located.

This blow, like an antelope hanging its horns, is imaginative, there is no trace to be found, but it is unprepared, and it is unprepared, smashing the Yellow Dragon, fierce and unwavering, and it is difficult to be brave, even if it is the existence of the same Origin Spirit Realm, these masters of the Purple Sun Demon Sect have also changed their faces.

"Poyang Lao Dao, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

At this moment, Zi Wukong let out a low shout, the purple qi all over his body soared, and the purple sun behind him was even more radiant, as if he wanted to illuminate the sky and the earth, and the scorching purple rays radiated out, grilling the earth, and the dazzling glow even covered the five Louvre Palaces in mid-air.

The next moment, the purple light that radiated out turned into a rain of light, as if it was an unbridled ocean, endless, facing the sword light gushing out of the void and going upstream, like two towering wave peaks hitting each other fiercely.

Bang!

The shining silver sword shadow and the shining purple drizzle were like old enemies for many generations, meeting head-on, infinite against endless, infinite against endless, from the sky to the ground, dense, innumerable, a pair of silver-purple brilliance collided and annihilated, and the escaping terrifying qi swept in all directions, manic, as if to tear the sky and the earth apart.

"Good fellow, that's ...... power"

The white crane in the sky lit up with a clear white light, and a huge white bird faintly manifested behind him, fluttering his wings and fighting the sky, and the hanging Shenhua blocked the impact of the air waves.

He looked solemn, looking at Zi Wukong and Poyang Lao Dao, who were facing each other escalating in mid-air, he secretly thought about it in his heart, and finally a wry smile appeared on his face, and he muttered to himself: "My injuries are not completely healed now, and I am only thirty percent sure of them." ”

"Have you had enough trouble?"

At this moment, a voice mixed with extreme impatience sounded, and I saw the whole person of the young lady in the white dress floating, and the whole body exuded a milky white light, and the weather behind her was surging, as if she was brewing something.

It's just that these words are commanding, full of the posture of the superior, like a mammoth looking down on the ant, high up and disdainful.

But this time, the object of her speech was the Ziyang Demon Sect and the Louvre, the two giants in the Cangzhou realm, not those third- and fourth-rate, non-mainstream casual cultivators!

Is it because she has a long life and is impatient to live? Or is it that she was overwhelmed by the fact that she had easily killed many loose cultivators before?

Suddenly, the entire Tiger Leaping Cliff was terrifyingly quiet.