Boom!

The sound of a mighty knife rang out.

Facing Song Yifei's group of grandmasters, his heart jumped fiercely, and his eyelids shook suddenly, as if he felt that something terrifying was about to happen!

The next moment, their pupils shrank slightly, and what was imprinted in their eyes was a fierce sword aura that was a hundred zhang long, majestic and domineering, and ruthless in extermination, descending on the world!

Everything around him slowed down, the chopping smoke and rubble, the various energies that shot in all directions, and the expressions like faces, all seemed as if time had slowed down.

In the eyes of everyone, there was only one sword left that crossed the sky and cut through the sky! With the momentum of destruction that swept everything and defied everything, the sword qi dragon that rushed to the sky rolled up, traversing the sky, and reaching the four poles and eight desolations!

The brain produces a sharp sting pain as if it has been cut by a sharp qi, and at the same time, it is accompanied by a chill that can freeze people's blood, true qi, and soul.

An extremely cold breath that can bring everything to a halt and bring the whole world to a halt.

Fu Hongyang and the others even trembled fiercely in the bone marrow, and the muscles in the whole body had a stiff feeling that they were about to get out of control, the blood stopped flowing, and even the brain seemed to stop thinking and sleeping.

It's like entering absolute zero, which is the instinct of the body, the rules of life, which cannot be reversed or stopped.

In an instant!

Frozen for eternity, the cold air, the sword qi that dominates the world, the torrent formed, swept in front of everyone's eyes!

Sneer!

The sword qi swept by, the wind was still, and all the grandmasters who were killing Song Yifei were all stiff and motionless, and the entire venue fell into absolute dead silence.

From beginning to end, he just stabbed him.

Click!

The sound of freezing and condensing came out continuously, and all the grandmasters froze into ice, and then with a bang, they scattered into countless ice chips, which fluttered one after another in the golden sunlight, drifting with the wind.

At this point, Fu Hongyang, Chi Linfeng, Xia Yingying, Dongfang Yuxuan, Yuan Zhi, Jiang Lingkong, and the six Dacheng Grandmasters all died, and there were still seven or eight Xiaocheng Grandmasters who rushed quickly, including Kunlun's Huangye Zhenren and Wudang's Sihai Zhenren, as well as two or three unlucky Entry Realm Grandmasters, such as Jiang Huaixin of the Six Gates.

There were only a few sect masters who were relatively weak and slow to react, and they barely escaped, but they were also frightened and trembling all over.

"Does anyone else want it?"

Song Yifei put the snow drinking knife back into its scabbard and looked at the remaining lucky ones with a smile.

Why kill your own people?

Zou Kun, who didn't rush forward because of hesitation, wanted to question Song Yifei, but he really didn't have the guts.

If you really want to talk about it, Fu Hongyang is actually the one who should be killed, others don't know, how can Zou Kun, who is Fu Hongyang's junior brother, not know.

The person who leaked Song Yifei's information was actually Fu Hongyang.

Only Fu Hongyang's identity can retrieve these confidential information.

The reason why Fu Hongyang did this was to prevent Gu Canglan from joining hands with Xiaoyaozi through Song Yifei's relationship and swallowing the treasure alone.

He would rather leak the news and let everyone grab it together, rather than let Gu Canglan swallow it alone. Because only in this way can he have a chance to surpass Gu Canglan and will not be pressed by a woman for a lifetime.

The Palace Master of the Heavenly Demon Palace should be him!

Those who are jealous of you and don't want you to live well are often the people around you!

In the face of Song Yifei's inquiry, no one dared to jump out, unless his head was kicked by a donkey. If it weren't for being stared at by Song Yifei, the only thing they wanted to do now was to run away.

What a bullshit imperial mausoleum!

Whoever loves to rob will rob!

Lao Tzu, they won't come again!

It's too dangerous out there!

I want to go back to the sect!

"Since you don't want it, why don't you get out of here, waiting for me to have a dinner?"

Hearing Song Yifei's words, the remaining few grandmasters ran away, and two of them even did not hesitate to burn their potential.

Only Zou Kun and Ghost Face froze there, not knowing whether to run or not.

Song Yifei ignored the two of them, turned around and walked towards the room where Lu Qingyan was. After the battle just now, the room where Lu Qingyan was located was miraculously intact.

Of course, this is not a miracle, but Song Yifei's intention to protect it.

When Song Yifei walked into the room, Ghost Face and Zou Kun glanced at each other, and four words popped out of their mouths at the same time:

"Sect, Master, Sect!"

......

"Do you feel it?"

At this time, ten miles away from Xiangyang City, around a sinkhole, Gu Canglan suddenly opened his eyes, and his gaze was shining in the direction where Wuwei City was located.

On the other side of the sinkhole, an old monk shaped like dead wood with a rosary in his hand, and a middle-aged scribe in white with a sword on his knees, all opened their eyes when they heard Gu Canglan's words.

"Such a fierce and domineering sword intent! Amitabha! The world is indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!"

The old monk sighed and continued to close his eyes, as if everything in the world was a dream for him.

"Brother Gu, it looks like you have an opponent!haha!"

The middle-aged scribe laughed, and also didn't mean to get up to check.

No one would have thought that this man who looked polite and polite, like Mr. Private School, was the contemporary master of the Sacred Heart Sword Zhai, the only four grandmasters in the world - the moon gradually brightened.

To be able to stay here, the identity of the old monk is naturally simple, he is the first of the four great monks in Shaolin Temple, and he is also the highest in Shaolin, known as the "living Buddha" Yuanjue.

"Humph!"

Gu Canglan snorted coldly, ignoring Yue Wanming's ridicule.

Although the three of them belonged to the hostile forces, they did not have any sense of tension.

Even if they reach this level, there will be no hostility or hostility for a long time. The power belongs to themselves, and what they pursue is a higher realm, taking the last step.

It's not that they're noble, it's because the ordinary treasures of the world, the power, no longer work for them.

Yue Yanming, the youngest of the three, is also in his seventies, and things like dogs and horses have long been seen through by them.

"This person's sword intent can actually bring me a sense of oppression!I'm afraid he has reached the level of Zhang Wudao back then!" Gu Canglan said coldly.

"One person subdued the five great masters to the extreme, and created a prosperous era of great Qian! The professor's Wudang Seven Heroes are all in the realm of grandmasters, and the seven people join forces to perform the True Martial Seven Interception Formation, which can resist the world's grandmasters. Thinking about the demeanor of the predecessors, I can't help but sigh, it's a pity for the Wudang faction!

Yue gradually grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and finally stood up, his delicate face revealing a look of reminiscence.

"Stop talking about these old things!"

Gu Canglan impatiently interrupted Yue Wanming's words and said:

"This person's strength is terrifying, how about you and me join forces?"

The righteous and demons joined forces, and in the face of Gu Canglan's shocking proposal, the moon gradually brightened but there were not many surprises.

"It's an honor to join forces with Brother Gu. Yue Wanming stroked his palm and smiled.

"Old monk, what do you say?" Gu Canglan turned his head to look at Yuan Jue and asked.

"The old man is only here to suppress the evil spirits!"

Yuan Jue didn't open his eyes, and said without raising his head:

"However, it doesn't hurt to join forces once!"

“......”

Gu Canglan and Yue Yanming had long known Yuanjue's urine, and as opponents, the three of them might know each other better than the closest people around them.

"It's a pity that the old god stick of Yue Guo is not here, otherwise the four of us may be able to achieve a good story of celebrities through the ages!"

The old god stick in Yue Yanming's mouth is the high priest of the ancient Yue Kingdom, known as the "Gu God" Wanyan Chaolu.

"It's impossible for celebrities to be eternal, but you can't run away from the stench for 10,000 years. Gu Canglan said coldly.

There were only three of them present, and she dared to say such a proposal. Otherwise, let the people of each other's forces see it, and the three views will be shattered.

Not long after the three of them reached a verbal agreement, the black source near Xiangyang City suddenly erupted into a sky-high demonic energy.

The overwhelming pitch-black ink sprayed out, spreading sharply, spreading and surging like a tide, covering the entire Xiangyang City, the sky as far as the eye could see, all dyed as black as ink, and almost couldn't see five fingers!

Bottomless, thick darkness to the extreme, contains endless hatred, pain, madness, rage, and death, like a bottomless rotting swamp formed by dark emotions.

The space within a radius of ten miles ripples, twists, and shakes like ink!

"It seems that the three of us are going to change the target we are going to deal with!"