In the many hidden caves in the Taixu Mountain, many cultivators who had been in retreat all year round shouted angrily, and opened their eyes when the long sword was unsheathed. It seems that there are people in the mountains who dare to use such a powerful sword intent.

"It's been a long time since I've seen such an interesting sword intent!"

"Yunmeng Daze's sword is indeed good, but the calm Yunmeng Daze is the most dangerous. ”

"The unsheathed sword should be cut off quickly, so why hesitate!"

But it's just doubts, even if the sword is out of the sheath, someone will definitely die, maybe not but who knows? What is the matter with them, after the previous doubts, they closed the six senses again and started a new retreat.

Retreat is far more important to them than this meaningless thing!

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There was an ocean within a radius of several miles, Jiang Daoyi and the old man Jiang of Yaochi were under the ocean of Daze, Gu Lang stood on top of the ocean with a magic sword in his hand, and his eyes flashed with cold light staring at the two people under the ocean.

"Jiang Shengzi Gu's most annoying thing in his life is to be called a little sword saint, Gu is no more and no less this year, just three thousand years old, how can he be called small"

Since I can't say the real reason, I have to explain it with the most reasons I use. He believed that Edoichi would believe this reason, because he was strong and Edoichi was nothing more than a soft-footed shrimp.

Elder Jiang of the Yaochi Holy Land looked at the Daze Sword Intent that had already wrapped his body, and said with some uneasiness: "Holy Son, we may die here!"

Jiang Daoyi looked at Elder Jiang and comforted, "Maybe we won't die, after all, we were invited by the Lord of the Ru Vein!"

He still didn't believe that anyone dared to kill the Holy Son of the Yaochi Holy Land in broad daylight, so he would naturally be afraid and would not compromise in the slightest, because his actions at this time represented the face of the Yaochi Holy Land.

Then Gu Lang, who looked at the ocean above the ocean, asked: "Gu Xiaojian Saint, how long do you have to trap me, and if you don't let me in, you are afraid that you will have to think about crossing the cliff!"

"Jiang Dao Yixiu wants to use the power of his tongue again, do you think that the Lord of the Array Vein can still come to save you? Do you think that just Gu Someone alone will dare to stop you? I really don't know what to do. ”

It is naturally not an easy task to block a holy son, and it is difficult to deal with the aftermath afterwards, but he still came, and blocking Jiang Daoyi was the easiest thing.

The difficult thing is to stop the Runan Prefecture and Mo Dao people on the main peak of the formation vein, he is doing the easiest thing, and that senior brother is blocking the main body of the formation vein on the mountain, and the main Runan Prefecture thinks about the cliff master Mo Daoren.

Someone used more than the limited sword intent on the mountain road, and he who controlled the entire formation vein main peak formation sent someone to notify Mo Dao people as soon as possible.

They tried their best to prevent some disciples with advanced cultivation, and Runan Prefecture sensed the monstrous sword intent and wanted to go down the mountain with Mo Dao to relieve the siege.

At this time, a young man in Tsing Yi walked over with a broom in his hand and asked suspiciously: "Where are you going, two senior uncles! ”

Runan Zhou snorted coldly and said, "Feng Qingluo, do you think you can stop me?"

I saw that the aura around Runan Prefecture was surging, as if he was about to thunder in the next moment. The surrounding disciples hurriedly dispersed so as not to hurt the innocent.

Feng Qingluo smiled slightly when he saw this, and said flatly: "Uncle Shi, do you think you are really my opponent? and Uncle Mo believes that you don't approve of this marriage either, so it's better to wait and see." ”

Mo Daoren asked with some doubts: "The marriage between the Holy Maiden and the Holy Son of Yaochi should not have much to do with you, right? ”

Taixu Mountain's true disciple Feng Qingluo Yaochi Holy Son Jiang Daoyi These are two people who have nothing to do with each other at all, so he wonders why Feng Qingluo came out to block this marriage.

This marriage seems to be inconspicuous, but it is actually very important, and there are several Supreme Elders who endorse it, so no one will be allowed to stop this marriage.

Feng Qingluo nodded, and said very blandly: "I naturally have a reason for coming, and Senior Sister Qingyan's own marriage should be decided by herself." ”

Although he is not a suitor of Ru Qingyan, he is also unwilling to watch his junior sister being pushed into the fire pit by some elders with evil intentions.

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On the mountain road, above the ocean, Gu Lang's sword was finally cut down!

That sword contains the sword qi that Gu Lang has cultivated for hundreds of years, Yunmeng Daze has been raising the sword for three hundred years, and once it is unsheathed, it should be so sharp!

A sword qi seems to be falling above the nine heavens, and it seems to rise from the endless and secluded underground, and Yu Daze intersects!

Jiang Daoyi looked at the sword that Gu Lang had cut off, he didn't expect that Gu Lang would really dare to cut that sword!

"Xuanwu!"

Elder Jiang reacted instantly, and the turtle and snake phase disk was Xuanwu!

The Xuanwu Phantom protected the two of them and said that the sword intent around them was lined up, but Gu Lang's sword intent with the tenacity of Yunmeng Daze was still firmly entangled outside the Xuanwu Phantom.

If it is really Elder Jiang's Xuanwu Phantom that is invincible to Daze's sword, the sword hanging above the ocean of Daze will probably be cut down and the two of them will be killed here.

As soon as Jiang Dao felt the meaning of the sword around him like a sharp edge, he still felt a little timid after all!

Although a little timidity is not enough to crush this lofty Yaochi Holy Son like the last straw, it will eventually become one of the bundles of straw that overwhelms the camel.

When enough time is enough, it will be the time when His Excellency the Holy Son is killed, and Huangquan's soul is scattered!

Even if there was a threat to his life, he still didn't make a move, how could he, as a holy son of the Holy Land, condescend to do something with a true disciple. If he wins, he will say that if he fails, it will be a statement, so he is waiting for someone who can solve this conspiracy.

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As time continued to consume, Elder Jiang's face in the Yaochi Holy Land became extremely pale, and the seemingly vast Xuanwu Phantom was actually shrinking, all of which depended on the amount of mana that this Elder Mud Pill Palace could hold!

Being able to sit on the position of an elder in the strict Yaochi Saint is at least in the Heavenly Immortal Realm, so naturally it is not a general, but there is a saying in the Great Wilderness, "There are three mountains in the demons, and there are sword immortals among the people!"

As a cultivator in the Great Wilderness and even in the heavens and all worlds, the sword immortal can be regarded as a cultivator who does not play cards according to common sense, and the sword immortal who is facing the sword out of the sheath has no other way than to resign himself to fate, after all, the rule of the sword immortal is that the sword must hurt people.

Therefore, the sword immortal does not often use the sword, but if the sword slashes the past sword immortal, someone will definitely be seriously injured or maybe die.

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On the main peak of the formation vein, Mo Daoren stayed out of the matter and watched the confrontation between Feng Qingluo and Runan Prefecture coldly, he knew that the two would not fight, but he still couldn't help but worry about the Yaochi Holy Son under the mountain, because the sword immortal's temperament was too unpredictable, and Gu Lang was indeed able to kill the Yaochi Holy Son on the spot.

The Holy Land is no longer the era of 70,000 years ago, when it took countless peers to become a Holy Son, and now there are many useless embroidered pillows for the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters in the Holy Lands, and everyone still knows it.