On the hill, Ji Chunqiu and Ming Dao met their eyes, and the air nearby was agitated by the aura around the two of them, and the intention of killing suddenly appeared.

"It's a good arrangement, I didn't even notice it. ”

Ji Chunqiu said: "But with one Gao Yangsong and one dead eunuch, it can't affect the overall situation." ”

Ming Dao's eyes were slightly cold, and he said, "Cultivators in the human world, guys like you won't take them to heart, and they won't be treated as real killer moves. ”

Ji Chunqiu smiled noncommittally: "Mr. Ming Qi seems to have some misunderstanding about the style of our Holy Pavilion. ”

He turned his head to look in a certain direction below and said, "You deliberately went wild, it should have made me think too much, affecting my judgment of the situation, and it also delayed for enough time. ”

"I was determined to win this game, but I didn't expect you to suddenly intervene, and I can't help but admit that you did give me a big surprise. Ji Chunqiu stared at Mingdao Gujing Wubo's eyes with interest, and said, "But you still underestimate us too much." ”

"I never fight battles that I am not sure of, so in today's game, the winner must be our Holy Pavilion. ”

Ming Dao felt something, and the momentum around his body suddenly skyrocketed, and the ink sword condensed in his hand, and he was about to grab it down the mountain.

The moment he moved, an iron ruler with a dark green sheen struck him from the side, forcing him to retreat.

A cold glint appeared in Ming Dao's eyes, and the ink sword stabbed out, intertwining with the iron ruler, and the afterimage was heavy, as if it had collided thousands of times in an instant.

The sound of the collision stopped in an instant, Ming Dao had already stepped back three feet, and with a flick of his hand, the broken ink sword in his hand turned into a spiritual ink ball and dispersed.

Ji Chunqiu held the iron ruler horizontally and said with a smile: "Why should Mr. Seven be in a hurry, you can't protect any of the people here today." ”

......

A powerful aura of five horses suddenly appeared at the gate of Momei Villa.

The powerful magic circle that originally blocked the gate of Momei Mountain Villa was shattered in an instant.

Yao Chong's body trembled violently, and he was about to react, Mo Qing clenched his hand and said in a low voice: "We are not opponents, we can only deal with it with the real Canglang Sword Formation." ”

Yao Chong nodded, and the waves in the heart lake quickly subsided, and he continued to communicate with the flying sword in the sky with sword intent.

It is impossible for him and Mo Qing to control the real Canglang Sword Formation alone, and Ji Xiao is even more unable to comprehend the essence of the Canglang Sword Formation.

This is what they have to do now, but the original imaginary opponent is the more than seventy Martial Sect cultivators present, and now there is an unknown real powerhouse.

Yao Chong informed Ji Xiao of the current situation with his natal connection, Ji Xiao snorted coldly, and focused his eyes on the door of Momei Villa, thinking about how to deal with it for a while, at least like now, it is impossible to stop the terrible guy who is approaching.

......

Yao Chong and Mo Qing concentrated on understanding, and it was inconvenient to make a move.

Ji Xiao was still thinking about how to deal with it, and he was becoming more and more ruthless with his attacks on the cultivators, just hoping to think of a way to deal with it before that person appeared, but it was impossible to take the initiative to attack.

It was Gao Yangsong and Cao Renjie who discovered the appearance of that strong man and really reacted.

Cao Renjie's face was solemn, and he bowed down and said, "Your Majesty, let's go." ”

Gao Yangsong looked at him in disbelief.

Cao Renjie lowered his head and asked: "The thief is powerful, and the old slave is not an opponent." ”

Gao Yangsong's face showed a different color, he knew very well how strong Cao Renjie's strength was, when he was training with him, even if he tried his best, he could only barely catch up in speed, and he knew that he still had spare strength. For so long, he hadn't been able to see through his move.

He is already an eighth-order peak powerhouse, his combat methods are like ghosts, his attacks are secretive, he is definitely an extremely dangerous opponent, if he doesn't believe in his strength and loyalty, and this time he needs a ruthless person like him, and he also needs to act in secret, Gao Yangsong will not let this chief eunuch accompany him at all.

Gao Yangsong asked, "How powerful?"

Cao Renjie responded: "The old slave is in his hands, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold up a move." ”

Gao Yangsong frowned slightly, and said, "What if you add me?"

Cao Renjie quickly replied: "Your Majesty and the old slave join forces, and there is no chance of victory. ”

Needing to feel Gao Yangsong's dissatisfaction, Cao Renjie's head lowered lower: "With all due respect, this person's cultivation is unfathomable, and it is completely comparable to the master of the Shen League back then. ”

Gao Yangsong didn't want to talk about the matter of the Holy Pavilion with others, and Cao Renjie couldn't say it clearly, but the meaning was very clear.

But Gao Yangsong did not accept it.

"This is the human realm, not a place where their holy chamber can spread wild. ”117

Gao Yangsong held Long Yuan's sword and sneered.

"Doing things under my nose, and abandoning my human cultivators, if I don't teach a lesson, will I really have no one in the human world?"

Cao Renjie still wants to persuade again: "Your Majesty ......"

Gao Yangsong waved his hand to stop his words, pointed in the direction of Momei Villa, and said, "I want to fight him." ”

Cao Renjie sighed in his heart, bowed down and said, "The old slave is willing to go with Your Majesty." ”

Gao Yangsong smiled and was about to speak, but a cold female voice floated at this time.

"There is courage, but unfortunately there is no self-knowledge. ”

Gao Yangsong suddenly raised his head and shouted, "Who!"

Before he could say the word, he had already seen the lightning-fast terrorist attack.

It was a fist that shone like white jade, as if it was still at the door of Momei Villa one second, and it was already in front of his face door the next.

Gao Yangsong couldn't see the appearance of the person who made the move, let alone the trajectory of the fist's movement.

He just reacted as quickly as he could.

In front of Gao Yang Song's horizontal sword, it was the first defensive position in the Canglang swordsmanship - looking at the sea tide.

There were holy dragon scales on his body, dense dragon scales shining golden in the sun, accompanied by the surging spiritual power flowing around him, exuding a majesty that seemed to be able to shock everything.

This is the effect of the Holy Dragon Breath that has been urged to the extreme and the Imperial Strength of the Gaoyang Imperial Family's secret inheritance, and then combined with the tide of Wanghai, it is the strongest defense that Gaoyang Song can make in a hurry.

But it wasn't him who first bumped into that fist.

Cao Renjie's reaction and shot were faster than him.

When Gao Yangsong crossed the sword, Cao Renjie was already bleeding from his hands and was directly forced to retreat, and when Gao Yangsong found the signs of Cao Renjie's defeat and retreat, the fist had already hit his sword without reservation.

This is the first time that Gao Yangsong has felt that the sword in his hand will be so heavy, and it is also the first time that he has felt the horror brought by absolute suppression.

The dragon scales were broken, the sword intent was scattered, and the power of the holy dragon was gone.

Gao Yangsong was knocked down by a punch, and the whole person smashed straight into the woods below the mountain, and he never let go of Long Yuan in his hand, which was his last insistence.

Some of the white clothes fell on the position where Gao Yangsong was originally standing, took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood on his fist, squinted his eyes in the direction where Gao Yangsong fell, and sneered: "Renjun Gao Yangsong, but that's it." ”

If Gao Yangsong is still standing now, he should be able to see the appearance of the person who made the shot.

It was a petite woman who shot out, because of the strength of the punch just now, a white hair casually draped behind her, her face was obviously disappointed, as if the little girl who had just gotten a toy was easily broken, although she looked cute, but it was extremely dangerous.

She is the newly appointed White Tiger Envoy of the Holy Pavilion, Bai Wuxin, although she has not yet reached the immortal level, she has already seen a corner of the scenery over there.

In the human world, she is an absolute peak powerhouse.

It's just that the result of her shot this time really disappointed her.

Gao Yangsong's strength was even weaker than she imagined, obviously fighting against the inheritor of the Holy Dragon bloodline, but there was no joy of victory.

A sharp whistle sounded at this time, and it was Cao Renjie who pounced again.

Bai Wuxin didn't look at him.

She didn't think there was anything nice about this guy who wasn't a man or a woman, so she responded with a punch.

In the capital, Cao Renjie, who was famous and cultivated to a high level, was hit in the chest and abdomen by this punch, spurted blood and flew out upside down, and fell down the mountain like Gao Yang Song. As for his life and death, it was not in her category.

Bai Wuxin sighed deeply.

I thought that the Holy Dragon Bloodline would give her some surprises, but who knew that it would be so vulnerable.

She put her gaze back on the Momei Villa, and her figure fluttered out, and soon fell into the attack range of the Canglang Sword Formation, and she was actually meditating on her knees as if no one was around her in the chaos, completely indifferent to everything around her.

The Holy Dragon Bloodline had already disappointed her once, and she didn't want the legendary Canglang Sword Formation to be the same.

Since Yao Chong and Mo Qing are still feeling, they will inevitably die at her hands today anyway, so they might as well give them a little time, if the power of the Canglang Sword Formation can enter her eyes, she can still leave them a whole corpse.