On the top of a peak of more than 100 zhang, a figure sat cross-legged, and several people behind him bowed their heads.

Among them is Li Daoxuan, who has been promoted to the existence of the foundation, and now he is serving as a deputy in the newly established Imperial Sword Hall, and when the head of the hall is vacant, there are only two people with the power above him.

And the person who is cross-legged at this moment is the only one.

The master of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion and the head of the sect, Zhao Mengjing!

He is also recognized as the first person of the younger generation of the Zixiao faction!

Suddenly, Zhao Mengjing raised his head slightly, and a majestic coercion erupted, but it disappeared in a flash, and several people behind him trembled and did not dare to say more.

He said lightly, "Senior Brother Liang, do you have something to say?"

Li Daoxuan bowed and replied, "Senior Brother Hui, there is no news for the time being." ”

Zhao Mengjing snorted lightly, "The key this time is still on the survival of Senior Brother Liang and the other Sword Peak lineages, but if there is an accident, there will inevitably be chaos in the sect." ”

After Li Daoxuan hesitated for a while, he asked softly, "Senior brother, a long pain is better than a short pain, why does the master still have this hidden danger?"

Zhao Mengjing was silent for a while, then replied, "Whether it is the Sword Peak or the Main Peak, they are all my Zixiao disciples, and it would be a pity to have one less." ”

Li Daoxuan's eyes recovered slightly, and he said with emotion, "Senior brother has the overall situation of the sect in mind, and the junior brother is ashamed." ”

Zhao Mengjing laughed silently, and said casually, "Senior Brother Li, whether it is my Zixiao's internal competition or fighting methods, it is just a family matter, if someone wants to attract outsiders to mix, don't blame Senior Brother for not remembering the friendship of the same family." ”

Li Daoxuanda immediately bowed his head, and he didn't dare to say anything.

Among the six factions in the entire Qinghong Prefecture, it is not for nothing that there are people who dare to wave their swords at the Jindan Venerable Master in the realm of foundation building, more than nine out of ten are dead, and all those who survive are the future leaders of a sect leader or the master of the main peak.

And this one in front of me is one of them.

Zhao Mengjing's expression was calm, he stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes were calm and cold, his sleeves and robes were flying, vibrating, and fluttering in the wind.

Quite a bit of the head of the deep sea bearing.

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In the scorching summer, under the shade, the cool breeze was blowing, and the refreshing and dry wind blew on Sima Yuan's face, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

He took the opportunity to catch his breath and looked behind him from time to time, his face full of palpitations and fear.

At the moment, he was running for his life.

The person behind him had a cold gaze, and drove Sima Yuan to a certain direction like a joke, and the attack in his hand became more and more terrifying, and the Dao swordsmanship was all around, killing Sima Yuan and driving him away.

With a thud breaking through the air, Sima Yuan's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly got up and flew over.

A bright sword suddenly came, striking in the shade of the tree as Sima Yuan was leaving.

Bang.

The bark of the tree exploded, the branches flew all over the sky, and the fallen leaves were scattered all over Sima Yuan's body, and he secretly scolded for wasting.

It is really unbearable that such a cool place was destroyed by it.

Sima Yuan's eyes flashed with a fierce light, he looked back at the other party, and roared, "You forced me."

He slapped the storage bag, and a wide and heavy sword suddenly appeared, Sima Yuan held the hilt of the sword, his face was hideous and terrifying, and Huo Ran looked back.

At this time, the person chasing him was only about 100 zhang away, which was within reach for the existence of the foundation building period.

The man behind him couldn't help but feel a chill behind him, and he was on full alert, as if he was facing a great enemy.

If he wasn't making a fuss, one of his companions had been seriously injured by the heavy sword.

The heavy sword is the famous 'heavenly sword' of Jianfeng.

But after Sima Yuan sacrificed the Tiangong Sword, his eyes quietly turned, and he suddenly roared in his mouth, "Come on, you come!"

The man roared and threw his sword.

A series of spells quickly came out of his hand, and he said in a rapid voice, "Go!"

With a swish, Sima Yuan stood proudly on top of the heavy sword and swept away quickly.

The man behind him was so angry that he almost sparked his aura and flew in the air.

He snapped, "Run, I'll see where you can escape!"

His body was full of inspiration, and his flying speed suddenly increased, but after a few breaths, he sensed Sima Yuan's traces again.

Russia, Sima Yuan's swaying figure in front of him was already in sight, he was full of spirits, and laughed,

"Boy, if you obey, you can avoid the pain of flesh and skin, otherwise it will be difficult to die happily later!"

Sima Yuan sneered and ignored it.

He glanced at the sky, and then silently calculated the direction, and knew that the heat was almost over.

At this moment, he was about to plunder the territory of Fengjin Kingdom, which was close to Fuyu Country, and after passing through Fuyu Country to the northwest, it was Lingxiu Country.

During this trip, Sima Yuan had been traveling around the world since he left the Zixiao Sect.

He set out from Jianfeng in the northwest of Zixiao that day, and trekked all the way to Fengjin Kingdom in the west, killing two groups of trailing monks on the way, and the first wave was barely regarded as the other party's carelessness, and was lured by Sima Yuan to the mountains and forests to be beheaded.

Today's second wave on the border of Fengjin Country is a hard stubble, and it is enough to build two foundations!

When they first met, Sima Yuan immediately decided to ask the fairy sword to raid and cripple one, and the rest was chattering behind him at the moment, if he hadn't led out the person behind him, he would have been beheaded a long time ago.

Sima Yuan's eyes were cold, and he glanced at a huge chasm in front of him, and he said to himself, "It's a good place to kill people and bury corpses!"

He swept up quickly, and with a sudden sound flew to the edge of a deep stream.

The rampant voice behind him rose again, hanging and biting from afar, until Sima Yuan stopped the sword, and then sneered,

"What's the matter, I don't have any strength, and my sword qi is exhausted?"

Sima Yuan raised his eyes and said with a smile, "I don't know which peak elder is the senior, and who can transfer you out to ambush me?"

The man was dressed in black, like an ink-sleeved robe fluttering in the wind, his breath was a little chaotic, and he seemed to be in a state of rapid breathing.

After he took a deep breath, he smiled angrily,

"Everyone in the sect is punished by the traitors, how can you be a chaotic minister and thief who is qualified to ambush this seat, I just happened to meet a traitor like you, and I want to kill you with the grace of the sect's cultivation!"

Sima Yuan bowed his head in disapproval, "Yes, everyone who is a chaotic minister and a thief will be punished, today I went out on the order of the peak master of Sword Peak, you and others are actually bullying others, bullying the weak, and want to kill the same disciples, it is really no different from the disciples of the traitorous sect, you should be killed!"

The man's face turned pale, and he said sharply, "Boy, you are reversing right and wrong, and spewing blood, it is pure slander!"

Sima Yuan turned his head to the other side, "This senior brother, what do you think?"

The black-clothed Zhuji monk on the opposite side was shocked, there was still someone ambushing on the side, could it be this kid's comrade?

He turned his head to see that it was empty, and there was no one.

Sima Yuan said leisurely, "Senior brother, you don't have to hide, the old man gave the younger brother a magic weapon, which can see through all the hidden people within a radius of a hundred zhang." ”

After the people in the air were silent for a while, a mellow smile suddenly sounded, "Senior Brother Yuan's eyes are fiery and admired." ”

Before the words fell, a man in Tsing Yi emerged, dressed in a Confucian robe with long sleeves, a warm face, elegant temperament, a handful of scriptures in his hand, quite a bookish state that could not release the volume, and a trace of comfort like a spring breeze was soaked inside and out.

I think the word suave is tailor-made for this person.

Looking at its cultivation, it is actually a foundation building realm!

Sima Yuan secretly praised, and his heart moved, "But Senior Brother Zhuge ?"

The elegant young man named Zhuge impermanence smiled implicitly, "Senior Brother Yuan is polite."

Sima Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and replied with a smile, "Senior brother is polite."

The black-clothed man on the opposite side seemed to have a cloudy and sunny face, and he looked at Zhuge Impermanence, who had recently entered the Spirit Void Courtyard, and had a headache.

Although this nerd has never been ruthless, once he is entangled by him, it is instilled with the righteousness of the economy for several days and nights, which is annoying.

He sighed and stopped.

After glaring at Sima Yuan fiercely, his figure swept away and disappeared into the sky.

Sima Yuan immediately relaxed, and was about to smile and speak, but saw Zhuge Wuchang's face solemn, as if he was facing a great enemy.

He suddenly said in a deep voice, "Hurry up!"

Sima Yuan's expression was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed greatly, and Huo Ran looked at the direction where the man in black disappeared.

With a bang, there seemed to be a bloody explosion, staining the clouds all over the sky.

An unwilling roar was long overdue.

The man in black in the foundation building period was beaten up on the spot!

Sima Yuan quickly retreated without thinking, and after leaving a word for Zhuge Wuchang, he evaded and withdrew very decisively,

"Senior brother be careful".

The people who come are invincible, at least in the middle of the foundation building!

With a little effort, Sima Yuan, who had already swept a hundred miles away, heard a trace of angry shouting, and even though there was a questioning word,

"Do you dare to do this, aren't you afraid that the Law Enforcement Hall will be held accountable?"

No one answered, and the response was a succession of Dao attacks.

Sima Yuan, who was galloping and sweeping, suddenly stopped his feet, and his eyes were fixed on a high cliff in front of him.

There, three figures stood with their swords, their cold gazes directed at Sima Yuan's mind.

He met an acquaintance.

Sima Yuan only felt that his mouth was dry, a wry smile appeared on his face, and he said in a slightly astringent voice, "Senior Brother Luo, what do you mean by this?"

The eyes of the person who came were cold, and he looked at Sima Yuandi with a look like a dead man, and the disgust in his eyes was not disguised.

It's this son who caused him to lose two generals, if he doesn't cut him with a thousand knives today, how can he be worthy of the two undead?

Luo Dao's eyes were gloomy, and he coldly spat out a word, "Kill!"

Behind him, the two half-step Zhuji Huo Ran rose into the air and attacked Sima Yuan.

A man and a woman, under the combined attack, it is comparable to the existence of the foundation!

Sima Yuan's expression was solemn, and he didn't wait to be lazy, after squinting his eyes slightly, he decided to show the enemy weakness first.

His face showed a look of facing a great enemy, and the gloomy and panicked look flashed away, as if he had not yet been cowardly in battle.

The whistling sound approached, and a strong wind hit Sima Yuan's face, but it was a sharp and short arrow with a dark purple luster.

Sima Yuan screamed, it was difficult to resist in a hurry, and he directly leaned back to avoid this sneak attack.

Before he could react, the combined attack technique of the two people quietly approached.

A long whip like a bewitching spirit snake whirred, suddenly turning around Sima Yuan's waist, and locking him deadly.

At the same time, another big man grinned, and the thick knife in his hand was half a zhang long, and he was about to split Sima Yuan in half.

Sima Yuan's face turned pale, and as if he was in a panic, he took out a heavy sword and collided with the big sword.

Suddenly, a siren sounded.

But a figure suddenly appeared above his head, as if out of nothing, suddenly came.

Sima Yuan raised his head, his eyes were full of murder, and a trace of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes, which was fleeting.

"Luo knows that you still have the means to come out, but today I will come once to bully more and less!"

A word reached Sima Yuan's ears.

Sima Yuan's face suddenly turned hideous, and a terrifying aura suddenly dispersed.

When the thought was transmitted to the Purple Palace Acupoint, more than two hundred drops of crystal sword yuan burst with a bang, turning into a quintessential sword qi and sword intent, carrying out the limbs and hundreds of remains.

In an instant, a monstrous sword aura rushed into the sky, directly shocking the bewitching woman and vomiting blood.

And the big man who wanted to compete with the heavy sword in Sima Yuan's hand was directly blown upside down by a big sword with abundant great power, slashing on his rough cheeks, and fell down with a scream.

Two half-steps to build the foundation, and he was seriously injured before he finished a round.

Sima Yuan's strength is already comparable to Zhuji!