"Dad?" Xu Lanhui opened her mouth and looked at the young man in white with some confusion, feeling that all this was like a dream.

"Uncle Su, what does my father look like?" The young Xu Lanhui looked at Su Guandao a little innocently, at that time, she felt that Uncle Su was the person she admired the most, and Uncle Su's words were right.

"Your father...... is very distinctive, his most outstanding thing is not his appearance, but a pair of eyes as bright as stars. Through his eyes, you seem to be able to see the sword qi flying in the sky. He stood there like a heavenly sword standing on the top of a mountain. ”

It turned out that the young man in white in front of her was her father! How many days and nights had she fantasized about what her father was like, and even looked forward to seeing him in her sleep. Now all illusions are gone, just as Su Guandao depicted, the sword eyebrows, the star eyes, the whole person is like a heavenly sword with a hidden edge!

"Daddy. Xu Lanhui's tone was a little choked, and this beautiful woman finally cried all her grievances like a child.

"Lan Hui. Ximen Tian bowed slightly, and his face showed a little relief. I saw that his consciousness moved, and the two swords of yin and yang flashed coldly, and quickly flew back at the speed of tearing through space.

The Wanyue masters present, dozens of monks from Vientiane to the Celestials, didn't even make a defensive move, they turned into blood mist in an instant under the double swords, and the monks of the Celestials didn't even have time to escape, and they were directly wiped out and disappeared in the Tomb of the Human Emperor.

The yang owl and the ghost ghost are all rising, and the exercises and moves they have learned in their lives are used one by one.

"Nine Turns Soul Exterminating Whip!"

The ghostly whip turned into a spirit snake, and each dance made the space vibrate violently.

"Apocalypse Divine Sword!"

As the head of the three immortals under the command of the emperor, Yang Bird never makes a move on weekdays. Just because as soon as he made a move, a supreme immortal would fall under the sword! The supreme immortal of the Demon Sect was killed by him.

Under this force, strong fluctuations shuttled back and forth in the Dragon Head Cave, and the Nine Dragon Platforms quickly turned into dust under this power, and all the precious ornaments from antiquity in the tomb were shattered!

"You're Ximentian, aren't you dead in the Netherworld?" Ghost's pupils shrank, and he watched in disbelief as he shattered into a piece of the Soul Exterminator Whip in his hand.

A hundred years ago, he was just a monk in Vientiane, and even though he had been a demon, he was just an ant in her eyes. Now, he cut off her arm with one sword, and with the second sword, she is so immortal, she no longer has any capital to fight with him!

In front of her side, Yang Owl's face also showed an incredible expression. His natal holy weapon, a divine weapon that killed several immortals, was actually forcibly split into a gap.

On his face, there were two long blood marks. One was scorched, and the remaining true fire of the sun had been extinguished by the aura, and the other exuded bursts of netherworld aura, still bursting.

"Just the Netherworld, the Ten Palaces of Yama, a little karmic fire, you also want to stop me?" Ximen Tian held two swords in his hands, dressed in white without wind and automatic, and the sword intent in his eyes pierced people's hearts.

Ten Halls of Yama...... Netherworld...... Yan Wuming was already a little skeptical about life at the moment. In just two or three sentences, he told all the great rebellions that immortal cultivators couldn't even think about.

"I admit it, even I am not your opponent now, but you are a celestial, how can you stop us two immortals?"

How could she not know that a hundred years ago, she and Yin Qiu killed his Taoist companion Su Qin with the assistance of the emperor, and Ximen Tian hated her to the core!

"Just give it a try. Ximen Tian's face was expressionless, and the immortal qi had begun to converge on the two swords of yin and yang. In the center of this pitch-black human emperor's mausoleum, the sword intent that symbolizes destruction is slowly forming.

In the past, Qin'er's death is still vividly remembered by Ximentian. The death of the yin revenge is far from enough to vent his resentment, and the next one is the ghost!

"Yang Owl, let's go!" Unexpectedly, this secret technique of shuttling through time and space was actually interrupted by a sword in the sky by Ximen Tian.

A spatial crack rapidly expanded, and the powerful suction force nearly pulled the charm into the endless void and shattered it. Charm struggled to break free, and finally escaped the devouring of the spatial rift.

Ximen Tian appeared in front of the ghost like a ghost, with only one sword!

The Yang Sword erupted with a sun-star-like heat, burning on the ghost's body. A terrible roar came out from under the sword, and people couldn't help but feel creepy. The sun reflected Ximentian's face under the real fire, and I don't know whether it was joy or anger.

Whether it was Yang Owl, Yan Wuming or Xu Lanhui, their faces changed. The white figure had its back to them, and against the backdrop of light and shadow, it looked like a demon who had come out of purgatory.

"So, do you think you can still escape from my palm?" After waiting for the phantom god to disappear, Ximen Tian paused, put aside the distracting thoughts in his heart, turned his head and asked coldly.

"She's your daughter. Yang Owl's head lowered slightly, obviously not wanting to look at Ximen Tian head-on. He was also afraid, he was afraid that if he looked at this young man in white, he would have no way to live.

"You're threatening me. Ximen Tian was silent for a while, and his voice became more and more cold.

One step, two steps. The cloud boots stepped on the solid loess and made a slight creaking sound.

"If you take a step further, these two juniors may have to meet your fellow Daoists. Yang Fei put the knife on Xu Lanhui's neck, his fingers moved slightly, and a slight buzz came from the blade.

The difference between him and Phantom is that he can control his chances of survival very well. In order to survive, he can use all means.

"Despicable. ”

"Not despicable, how can I survive?" Yang Yu smiled, a sickly smile on his face.

A dignified immortal, in the face of a monk who has cultivated as a celestial man, his ugliness is exposed, and he is unique in the Eight Desolations.

Ximen Tian's eyes were sharp, and the cloud boots wanted to be lifted again, but when Yang Yu saw this, the knife in his hand was tightly attached to Xu Lanhui's neck, and the other finger pointed at Yan Wuming's forehead.

"Seniors, leave us alone! For the survival of the human race, we are willing to pay the price!" Yan Wuming shouted, trying to stand up despite the threat of death. Unexpectedly, the disparity in strength was too great, and Yang Bird didn't give him a chance to move at all.

Ximen Tian glared at Yan Wuming, with a slight hesitation, and the Yin and Yang swords in his hand were slowly raised. Xu Lanhui is his daughter, and he does not allow himself to be hurt in the slightest.

"You ......," Yang Owl's face showed surprise.

"Hand over the dragon veins and give you three breaths of time to escape. Ximen Tian put down his sword, and his tone was a little helpless. In this way, the plan to kill the Yang Owl can only be delayed.

"Throw away the sword, and I'll let them go. As for the dragon vein, don't think about it. ”