A thunderous sound with a strong law-breaking and mind-shocking effect came to his face, and Li Yingwu, who bore the brunt of the attack, stiffened and immediately fell.

He hurriedly reached out to hug Li Yingwu's body that fell backwards, pulled back sharply, and let out a loud roar in his mouth, passing a message calling for reinforcements.

Suddenly, the dantian was hit hard, and there was a burst of colic, Tong Xingping's eyes exploded, and he fainted in pain.

The loud roar that had just reached the middle of the roar was interrupted abruptly, and the loud sound still alarmed many people in the small space. Five white lights appeared in the depths of the clouds, and soon flew in front of Zhang Yan, and the speed of travel seemed to be much faster than that of Tong and Li.

It seems to travel in a straight line, and the speed is extremely fast, but it feels like a zigzag floating, which is very beautiful. Swift and quiet.

Five tall and thin men in white suits covered their bodies, covering their heads and faces together, flew in.

The Imperial Envoy's flying sword is also oddly shaped and unusual.

Unlike Tong and Li, the masks on the faces of these five white-clothed men are not carved from wood, but are composed of black and white feathers.

Seeing Zhang Yan, he didn't say a word, and the five swords continued to fall.

"Crane Feather Sword Formation! Zhang Xiaoyou beware!Alas?" As soon as the words came out, they had already turned into surprise.

With a "red oblique" draw from the full-fledged sword style, a black light burst out on the sword, and the red and black light flashed, and five flying swords had been cut in a row.

"Get out!"

The five white-clothed men didn't dare to stay, picked up Tong Xingping and Li Yingwu, and flew back to the depths of the clouds in a panic.

"Senior Lao, meet again!"

Zhang Yan clenched his fists in his chest, and Lao Yajian hurriedly hugged his fists and saluted: "Don't dare, don't dare, you can't be called a senior!" I haven't seen you for a few days, my brother is ...... Refined again?"

"It's just a fluke. ”

Lao Yajian's eyes were in a trance.

Strictly speaking, it has been almost three months since the two were separated last time. However, on the road to repair, three months is referred to as "a few days", and there is no problem.

In such a short period of time, the sword formation that forced him to flee could be broken with a wave of his hand under the hands of the senior brother of Jishan in front of him, except that Zhang Yan had already advanced to nectar, he couldn't think of a more reasonable explanation.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yan actually admitted it!

"It's also the Nectar Realm, I'm afraid that he hasn't successfully cultivated a magical power yet, but this swordsmanship combat power is no longer comparable to my old 'Divine Power'! Alas, what am I thinking? Could it be that when he was still in the Divine Light Realm before, I could have beaten him?"

"Congratulations, congratulations!" Lao Yajian's mind was chaotic, and his thoughts turned around, and he clenched his fists and congratulated him for a while.

was forced to escalate, which was not only not a happy event for Zhang Yan, but formed a huge defect and hidden danger, which urgently needed to be filled. However, those who do not know are not guilty, and with his cultivation, they will not be angry with others.

Zhang Yan didn't want to say more, so he didn't move, and congratulated Lao Yajian, and asked rhetorically: "Why did the seniors come to this small space?

Lao Yajian looked at the five white-clothed men leaving the direction with Tong and Senior Brother Li, and said to Zhang Yan with a solemn expression: "Let's talk about it later!"

As he spoke, he flew first and led Zhang Yan through the clouds and descended.

On the ground, the mountains are undulating, and the peaks on three sides are the same as the waterfront fairy que, which together surrounds a body of water.

The area is not large, the pavilion platform together with the mountain peaks and waters, the total radius is less than 100 miles. Further out, it was overwhelmed by heavy gray white clouds and mist, and from time to time there were flashes of streamers.

Zhang Yan saw that the edge of the small space where the clouds and mist were located, and at a glance, the most valuable place in the entire space was the edge of the lake, and half of the palace was cut off.

The lake flows, forming several large waterfalls at the edge of the space.

The rumbling water disappeared into the void and poured out from the towering fountain in the middle of the lake.

"The water flows internally, and does not escape into the void outside the space. From this point of view, this small space should be quite stable. ”

Near the palace that was cut off in half, there were cultivators wearing masks who rose and fell, looking at the shape, and they were in the same vein as Tong, Li and others.

A continuous scream was heard due west.

Lao Yajian's face changed, urging Zhang Yan to turn and fly there.

On the peak behind the mountain, several colored lines flew into the sky with a screaming sound. Crossing a few green hills, Lao Yajian led Zhang Yan and pressed the sword light first.

A peak nearly twice as tall as the previous ones pierced into the clouds.

Standing on the stone platform at the entrance of the cave, the line of sight can pass between the peaks in front of you and monitor the movement of the palace in the distance.

True Yuan mana, sword qi and cold light continued to bloom around the stone platform stone cave.

A group of five white-clothed and masked cultivators, exactly like the ones they had just seen, were flying up and down, besieging the monks guarding the platform from the air.

If it weren't for the fact that there were many people on the platform, and several of them were immortal, and there were many young people who cultivated more than the same Divine Light, the defending side would have been unable to support it.

Seeing the sword flying, the cliff was cheering.

"Grandpa!"

"It's Senior Lao! Senior Lao is back!"

In the midst of the disturbance, Lao Yajian laughed loudly and shouted: "A group of beasts hiding their heads and tails, watch the old man break your formation!"

The blue light was long, and it rushed straight down.

Seeing him so reckless, a group of monks on the cliff were frightened by him.

"Uncle be careful!"

"Grandpa be careful!"

In addition to the shouts and shouts of the juniors, an elderly monk who retreated to the edge of the stone platform with a weapon in his hand couldn't help but scold: "Old man Lao!

Surrounded by green light, I only heard Lao Yajian's long laugh, the sword light was swirling, majestic and unstoppable.

Except for this old monk who was short in stature, full of gray hair, but with broad shoulders and thick arms, and showed a fierce spirit, commanding two steel whips. On the stone platform outside the cliff, the most powerful is another tall old man with white hair, thick palms, and a pair of bright silver hammers.

Looking at his appearance, it is Lan Yuandao, the "Mountain Hammer" who was defeated under Zhang Yan before and left in shame!

Unexpectedly, I went around and returned to this area.

Zhang Yan's mouth was lightly raised.

He recognized Lan Yuandao here, and Lan Yuandao below also recognized him, and was forced back to the double hammer in his hand, collided together, and threw it outward. With his free hands as a chest salute, he looked at the sky and greeted: "Zhang Daoyou, don't come, okay?"

Without waiting for Zhang Yan to answer, his attention had already returned to the current enemy, and he laughed loudly: "Boys, work hard!

"It's not that Brother Lao is reckless, he has no fear!" Lan Yuandao smiled and turned his head. This sentence was addressed to the short, stout gray-haired old man on the other side of the stone platform.

In addition to the two of them, there were also five prime men and eight young people guarding the cliff, a total of thirteen cultivators.

The five prime of life all have divine light cultivation. In the face of strange weapons and flexible body skills, the strange white-clothed masked man can only parry. The eight young people who had cultivated the imperial qi could only hide in the stone caves carved out of the cliffs, and under the protection of the elders, they could attack from a distance.

The sword qi spell flew out of the stone cave, and it was as brilliant as fireworks. The white-clothed masked monk who was attacked was unmoved, as if bitten by a mosquito, and did not pay attention to it at all.

Among the fifteen people, only Lan Yuandao and the old divine light who didn't know his name could fight alone with the white-clothed man, and the rest of them could only assist from the side.

Before Lao Yajian joined, the form of the defending side was already in jeopardy.

A series of summoning spells for help shot into the sky and exploded at the summit.

The five masked white-clothed friars flew with strange swords, and they were extremely fierce. There is brutality in the lightness, and there are three points of leisurely and ethereal in the wildness. It is different from the common sword trick sword style, but it is definitely not lacking in skill.

A single sword broke into the encirclement, Rao is Lao Yajian's cultivation was one step higher, and he only had the upper hand for a moment, and he was surrounded by the sword net intertwined by the five people.

"Brother Zhang, help save your life!"

Lao Yajian was in a hurry, ignoring his face, and shouted for help.

On the platform dug out of the cliff artificially, the short old man moved his shoulders and commanded two steel whips, and he was about to fly to support, but Lan Yuandao pressed his shoulders to stop him from leaning forward.

"Old Blue?"

"Brother Tan, don't be impatient, it's not us who Brother Lao wants to interfere!" Lan Yuandao curled the corners of his mouth, and motioned to the short and sturdy old man to look at Zhang Yan in the air.

"He ......"

I saw that the corners of his mouth, which was above everyone, showed an arc full of pride.

Lao Yajian, who was besieged by five white-clad masked men below, was actually not as dangerous as he shouted verbally, and his movements and postures were exaggerated, but he was showing his attitude in a different way.

It is impossible for him to break the formation, if he wants to say support, even if there is no intervention from Lan Yuandao and the other old man, under those five alien long swords, it will not be difficult to hold on for dozens or hundreds of breaths. At least so far, Zhang Yan has not seen his obvious decline.

Lao Yajian can still support it, but Zhang Yan has no reason to force him to the end of the mountain. The bright light flashed, and the "red oblique" flew out of his hand.

The safflower is proud of the cold, and the snow is dancing.

The first bloom of red flowers and snowflakes!

The red diagonal short sword flew straight towards the white-clothed man who was fighting in battle with a sharp killing machine.

Compared with the original "Cheng Huang", this short sword snatched from the hands of Yu Li Fairy Xuan Miaoyan is not as majestic as "Cheng Huang", but it is more dangerous and murderous.

The sword light was about to touch the sword formation of the five white-clothed monks wearing masks, and suddenly three cranes were heard from the far away palace.

As if receiving some information, the five white-clothed monks took away their alien swords, turned around and flew towards the lake and the palace, and in the blink of an eye, they had already crossed the nearest Cangqing Mountain Ridge.

"What's going on?" The short and stout old man was stunned and scolded angrily: "Is it that Lao Tzu's bad luck, or that kid's luck is too good, when he was about to meet the enemy, he could still bump into Ming Jin and withdraw his troops!"

"Mingjin withdraws troops?" Lan Yuandao said with a smile: "I'm afraid that this Mingjin withdraws troops because of him!"

Looking at the disbelieving gaze of the short and stout old man, Lan Yuan said, "If you knew who he was, you wouldn't have any doubts. ”

"Who's that kid?"

"Zhang Yan of the Mountain Sect!"

"Ah!" exclaimed the stout old man.

Today is different from the past, if it is said that in the poisonous dragon stream two months ago, Lao Yajian and the others knew the name Zhang Yan only to the great disciple of Jishan, the rising star of the top sect in Longshan. But today, two months later, the ghost hand demon qin Yu Peiyu, the ghost fire skeleton Xia Pengzu, and the one hundred and thirty-three souls of Changshan Pass.