The five of them consciously divided into two battlefields, and the Jade Emperor Pavilion Lord on the left and the Xiaoyao Dao people did not do it directly, but exchanged pleasantries for a while, but the words sounded enthusiastic, but it was really shocking to fall into the ears of those who cared about it.

The Jade Emperor Pavilion Lord patted the clothes on his body, shook off the dust that had been contaminated because he had traveled thousands of miles, and said with a friendly smile: "The people of the Easy Dao are still the objects of admiration of my generation, and those Jianghu cultivators who don't know anything think that you are dead, and the three of us know that you are still alive." At this point, do you have to beat you to the death?"

The Xiaoyao Daoist didn't look at the other party's dignified face, his eyes kept staring at Zhuge Chen, who was not far away, and said casually: "I don't worry about putting the rivers and lakes in the hands of people like you." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the young man in ochre and red clothes: "I can rest assured if I hand it over to such a person." As for such a thing as you, you have done so many indiscriminate things, and finally you can't help but harm the last pure land of the rivers and lakes?"

As soon as these words came out, the two sides tore their faces.

The Jade Emperor Pavilion Lord snorted coldly and said: "Xiaoyao, you are really used to being high, this is not your rivers and lakes for a long time, but you just make a look like a senior, who to see?"

Since the Jade Emperor Pavilion Lord ascended to his current position, he has always wanted to be in charge of the rivers and lakes and truly make his power reach the peak. There are changes of dynasties in the world, why can't this be the case on the rivers and lakes? Just because every person in the rivers and lakes is unrestrained?

He didn't think so, and the reason why it was so was because the external pressure was not strong enough. If it is true that those who follow me prosper and those who disobey me die, who dares not to prostrate under his seat!

But to realize this dream that has been buried in his heart for so long, he still has to cross three mountains. But God helped him, and finally let him wait for such a god-given opportunity today.

It's not in vain that he has been hiding for many years, even if the realm is raised one level higher, it is still dense.

The Xiaoyao Daoist raised his hand at this moment, and the phantom of the Tianshan Mountains moved with him. And the body of the Tianshan Mountain behind him trembled slightly. As he raised his hand, the heavens and the earth changed color.

The Jade Emperor Pavilion Lord sighed lightly and smiled. It seems that after all these years, the four of them have not stood still, but this is interesting. After cleaning up the free Taoist, and then waiting until both sides are defeated, it is time for him to finish.

In his eyes, the Taoist who has never been flexible has found a good helper this time, but it is still not enough. Although the young man's killing power is terrifying, he has lost in the realm, if he also stands in the realm of the great grandmaster, he will not come to this troubled water. At most, it will be in vain, even if he waits for decades, he can afford to wait.

The reason why the previous scholar lost at his hands was just bad luck and ran into his own victorious person. And he, the Jade Emperor Pavilion Master, is the best at pressing down above!

And now, in this world, he is the person who has cultivated to the highest level, and he is the one who is the victorious of everyone left.

Facing the phantom of the Tianshan Mountains and the carefree Taoist who came to him with a snow-white whisk in his hand, the Jade Emperor Pavilion Lord didn't even use the Jade Emperor Sword that had been passed down through the ages in the Jade Emperor Pavilion at his waist. Just a punch, knocking away the Xiaoyao Daoist who thought he would have the upper hand after this move.

Thanks to the strange inside of the robe worn by the Taoist, it helped him unload most of the impact, otherwise he would have coughed up blood as soon as the blow fell.

It was only now that he truly understood that the Tianshan Phantom that took nearly a hundred years to come out was just Little Doyle. Not to mention the heroic righteousness that the scholar cultivated again, even the vigorous sword intent of the swordsman can be seen to have increased a lot even for him, a person who has never touched a knife in his life. Not to mention the Jade Emperor Pavilion Master in front of him, who he hated the most, actually quietly took a step forward in his cultivation again.

Don't underestimate this step, the slightest mistake is a thousand miles. Now he is no match for the other party.

Even if he knows that he is not as good as the other party, the dust in the hands of the people is still fluttering in the wind. Unless you kill him here, don't want him to stop fighting.

He hadn't heard of it before he fought.

Worthy of being an old opponent, the Jade Emperor Pavilion Lord understood the meaning of the Easy Daoist in an instant. I saw a smile full of sarcasm appear on the corner of his mouth, and he put two fingers between the hilt of the Jade Emperor Sword and said: "Yan Que Yan knows the ambition of the bird? Anyway, when I succeed, I'll toast you every year in the future. ”

After speaking, he lifted the Jade Emperor Sword with only two fingers, and the killing intent in his eyes was decided, and he rushed to the opposite side with the sword.

This sudden and violent attack made the people of Xiaoyao Dao powerless to fight back, so they had to desperately defend against the surging momentum like the tide of the sea. But even if the Daoist is in a more prosperous state now, it will be difficult to make up for the slight gap in strength after all.

And the result was that he was sparse and was beaten into the Tianshan Mountain Range.

......

There was still no battle on another battlefield not far away, and Zhuge Chen was bound to lose no matter how he looked at the two of them, but the two of them didn't want to move Zhuge Chen at all, but instead fought among themselves.

It sounds like a middle-aged man with a sword insists on fighting the sword one-on-one, but the scholar who lost face in the previous battle refuses, and has to play alone again and defeat the other side.

Zhuge Chen, who had nothing to do, was happy, and stood there looking at the two people who were arguing, and said in his stomach, these two people are really great masters, why are they in a worse mood than me?

It's no wonder he thinks so, those two people originally fought with each other, each saying his own thing. Realizing that they couldn't fight for each other like this, they looked at each other, as if they were comparing who would back down first?

In the end, the scholar couldn't bear it anymore, and scolded: "You fool, let it be given to you! Lao Tzu has known you in this life, and it has been eight lifetimes of mold!"

Zhuge Chen was speechless for a while.

The middle-aged man with the saber smiled and said, "Just look at it!"

As he spoke, he drew his knife towards Zhuge Chen, and then crossed his hands on it to make a knife holder that belonged to him.

Zhuge Chen tilted his head and said, "What's the matter?" I finally determined who came first, otherwise I would be impatient to wait." ”

He threw a punch, and sand flew around him. Thanks to the rocks at the foot of the mountain, there is no place for the plants to grow, otherwise I don't know how many trees and green grass will be destroyed.

The middle-aged man with the saber looked at the huge momentum in front of him, and did not move at all, he was originally cultivating a back-handed knife, and he had always sought stability rather than speed. Never compete with others for the sake of momentary will, most of them can always see the end from the beginning of his knife, so he has the title of invincible.

The middle-aged man slowly pulled open the knife frame, and it was not like an ordinary fierce sword, but it was like swordsmanship. Being able to practice a sword and practice a sword intent is actually not a fork in the road, anyway, they are all weapons, and they all end up in the same way.

It's like sword intent in a fist, how can it be said that it is weak?

At the end of the day, it all depends on who uses it. And no matter how nondescript the sword intent on the sword is, as long as it is used against the enemy by a great grandmaster, it will not be an indecent sword technique.

In fact, it is exactly like this, the middle-aged man is just a heavy wave, and although it is a little rigid, the power is really amazing. The sword intent mixed with the sword intent in the sky rushed to the face, and when it was close to Zhuge Chen, it turned into a little raindrop full of murderous intent and landed in the world.

It should be a peaceful atmosphere that moisturizes things silently, but it is the end of people who are about to die at every turn. Beauty is beautiful, but it is true to take human life.

Zhuge Chen flicked his fingers slightly, the speed became faster and faster, and more and more sword qi flowed out along his fingertips, helping him block the murderous raindrops.

Thanks to Zhuge Dust, the gas machine is so long that it can only be described as unimaginable, otherwise that little raindrop would be a big trouble. Who would have thought that the scholar would be able to shoot arrows, and the swordsman would fall into the rain of swords? Who knows if the remaining two great masters will have strange housekeeping skills, as long as they don't give him a taste, Zhuge Chen has no opinion.

By the time the rain of sword qi that concealed the sword intent finally fell clean, it was already after a pillar of incense, and the middle-aged man didn't think that he could easily solve the other party with this move, at most, it was to grind the other party's spirit.

Where did I think that the other party was not affected and did not say anything, but was more high-spirited, and it was really impossible to steal chickens and rice.

However, he was not annoyed and angry, he was changing another move if he didn't work, if the other party could really break through one by one and force himself to death, in fact, he was even more happy to see this.

The inspiration between life and death has been like this since he embarked on the path of cultivation, stepping on other people's corpses and dragging the remains of his body to gradually climb to today's position.

Looking back, my growth history is a bloody read.

Growing up in such an environment, if he was to be fierce to others, then he would be vicious to himself. Far from being disappointed, the first blow was unsuccessful, but his eyes were shining brightly, exuding a hideous light.

He said three good words in a row, and flew towards Zhuge Chen. But Zhuge Chen didn't take him seriously at all, he just knocked out the Broken Sky Diagram from his hand and placed it between the two.

It's close at hand, but it's like the end of the world.

Zhuge Chen seized the opportunity, his physical body caught up, resisted the blade, and even faintly had the intention of advancing.

The middle-aged man coughed up a mouthful of blood, which made the bluestone in front of him stain a touch of red, only to see him smile and say, "Isn't this strength still forcing you to draw your sword?"

Zhuge Chen shook his head and replied: "There's no need for this, you can't even be a free Daoist, why are you talking about letting me out of the sword?"

The middle-aged man said like a madman: "In this way, then I will ask you about the wooden sword at your waist for the strongest hand!"

It's just that before he could evolve this move, the strongest hand was directly pressed to the ground by Zhuge Chen and rewarded him with a few punches, such an unwarranted disaster really made the middle-aged man angry for a while!

Why is there no grandmaster demeanor? He doesn't even give people time to make moves.

Zhuge Chen gently threw the middle-aged man who had been hammered to the ground, and said to himself with a narrow smile: "Still let me wait for you to prepare the strongest blow?

After ending this battle, Zhuge Chen looked at the scholar with a smile and said, "It's your turn." ”

Before he could finish speaking, a sword light from the depths of the Tianshan Mountain pierced the sky, and the Joyful Daoist came out with it. Instead of holding the snow-white whisk in his hand, he held the sword and said to the sky: "Who can say that a Taoist can only say a word to the Tao, holding a whisk in his hand? I want to say a word to the conformist world, and a Taoist can also be a sword immortal!"