At this moment, at the foot of the copper mountain, the air is stagnant, and the atmosphere has become a little delicate.

"You don't have to fight, this is my place. ”

Suddenly, a slightly green and somewhat indifferent voice sounded, accompanied by a thunderous sword roar, resounding over the foot of the copper mountain.

Immediately after, there was a blazing light, rising from the east, a sword like a dragon, across the void, spanning hundreds of zhang in an instant, appearing above everyone's heads.

A long sword with a whole body as red as jade, the sword body is crystal clear, like a flame glass, crystal clear, and most importantly, there is a red-clothed young man standing on the glass long sword!

Such a long sword crossed the air, crossing hundreds of zhang, and there was no sign of exhaustion, at the foot of the copper mountain, how many cultivators had seen such a formation, and they were all dumbfounded.

Red jade long sword, young man in red!

Wang Qingyuan looked at the red jade long sword again, a red-clothed figure stood up, letting the wind howl, and his feet were like roots, unmoving.

"How daring!"

Seeing that the long sword was about to cross the top of his head, the elders of the three families of the Four Elephant Dao shouted angrily in unison, and the three big hands reached out almost at the same time, splitting their palms in the air.

The three palms are not cast, although they are just ordinary splitting palms, but as a Jindan monk, the dragon and tiger gather, get a glimpse of immortality, a body of vitality is incomparable, the three elders just move the vitality, the qi machine rises, the air gives birth to folds, like a stormy wave, the palm power spit out, it tears the air, it seems that the three giants rise from the ground at once, and take the red jade long sword.

An eternal picture, in the following moment, was imprinted in the depths of every practitioner's heart.

A young man, with a handsome face, black hair scattered, a pair of eyes colder than the bright moon in the sky, at this moment, his red clothes were slightly raised, and the red jade long sword under his feet roared softly.

He pinched the sword mark in his hand, his fingertips seemed to grasp the changes of the wind and clouds, his sword was on the top of everyone, and a blazing sharp qi swept in all directions.

He looked down on the void, his eyes were colder than this winter, and the sound of the sword shook people's souls, falling with his fingertips, without the slightest fancy, but it seemed that even the rivers, lakes and seas were going to be shattered under this finger.

"Red Jade Sword Finger! He's a member of the Chixiao Sword Sect!"

The deacon of the Cold Moon Palace saw the truth and exclaimed.

This finger is too domineering, a red finger is as clear as blood jade, across the sky, the air is pierced, the air waves are like the sea, and the three famous houses of the Four Elephant Dao are submerged at once.

Boom!

It was as if the gods had dropped the hammer, the earth shook violently, and the big cracks were several zhang long, spreading out, and the three elders snorted, as if they had been struck by lightning, and they staggered backwards, their faces were red, and they barely stopped until they were more than ten zhang away.

At this time, everyone looked up at the sky, and in the minds of many young people, for more than ten years after that, they could not forget this picture scroll in front of them.

A young man with a cold and arrogant face, surrounded by a red sword shadow, he stood bathed in the wind and clouds, and wherever his eyes passed, many cultivators couldn't help but avoid their gaze, not daring to face this kind of edge and majesty.

"Sword Master!"

At this time, there was a commotion in the outermost part of the copper mountain, and there were people from the Chixiao Sword Sect who were drinking, and the disciples moved together, gathering in front of the stone gate.

"Could it be that the sword master of this generation of Chixiao Sword, the future head of the Chixiao Sword Sect!"

"Chixiao Sword Sect, there will be no mistake, this is Chixiao Sword Intent, except for the person who is recognized by that sword, no one can drive it. ”

The four sides were shaken, and this world-famous young master of Chixiao actually came to this Mochizuki Mountain Range, showing such a shocking combat power in all directions.

"No, it's not his true cultivation, he doesn't have a Yuan Qi field, this is based on the red jade sword finger, with the help of the power of that long sword!"

There is a protector of the Qingying Sword Sect whose eyes are like torches, and he speaks of truth and truth, which makes many cultivators breathe a sigh of relief, after all, this Chixiao Sword Master is too young, but fifteen years old, if even the Jindan character is not an opponent, then his cultivation is too terrifying, the younger generation, I am afraid that only the four celestial masters on the list here can go hand in hand.

"What a peerless Tianjiao, I have already heard of the name of the Chixiao Sword Master, so it is better to meet. He Haoyu spoke, and the eyes of this Qianxuan Creation were bright, and he did not hide the admiration in his heart.

"It's still a monk's wine, the sword killing is too heavy, Amitabha!"

The little monk Mingtong shook his head, he shook the bamboo cane, there seemed to be a sound of water in the Minghuang wine gourd, he smiled with his eyebrows, and his eyes were hazy.

"Xuantian Dao is clear, and I have seen the Chixiao Sword Master. ”

This is the Shenmen Sword Son spoke, he is as rich as a dragon, and his temperament is like a fairy, at this time, when he saw this world-famous Chixiao Sword Master, a light flashed in his pupils.

"I have a sword from Kunwu Creek. Shine on people like water, cut jade like cut mud......"

Qin Shuang, the Taoist who fell off the list, shook his head, his tone was uneven, a sword poem became yin and yang in his mouth, which can always make people stomach, some disciples of the family are full of poetry and books, and they are not low in learning, at this time, the corners of their mouths twitched, if it were not for their jealousy of his cultivation, most of them couldn't help but beat him.

On the red jade long sword, the young man walked like a dragon, accompanied by the red sword shadow, he was like a sharp arrow, ignoring the shouts of the disciples of the sword sect, and fell into the ten zhang place in front of the stone gate.

"Rush!"

Seeing that the disciples of the Chixiao Sword Sect were about to arrive in front of them, I don't know which one in the crowd shouted, and thousands of cultivators moved in unison and rushed towards the stone gate.

Wang Qingyuan also moved, he walked through the crowd, his whole body seemed to be slippery, as soon as everyone touched his body, it seemed to be moved away by an invisible force, he seemed to be a swimming fish, and in a moment, he arrived in front of the stone gate for more than ten zhang.

And in this short period of time, Wang Qingyuan saw the figure of the young man like the wind, even if only the power of qi and blood was left, he quickly crossed the land of ten zhang and arrived in front of the stone gate, at the moment of entering the distorted air, the young man was sensitive, the eyes of the two met in the void, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the next moment, the figure of the young man in red was swallowed by the distorted air.

Dozens of zhang away, the eyes of the Shenmen Sword were slightly heavy, although he did not move, but some of the other Xuantian Dao disciples who arrived had already moved, he grasped everything in front of the stone gate, his spirit was sharp, and he immediately captured this scene.

"Qingyuan rest assured, senior brother is here to help you get out of trouble. ”

Call!

In an instant, this disciple of Tianmen Peak moved, and he sank into the crowd like a hurricane, and dozens of people were swept away.

Not good!

Wang Qingyuan's heart was beating wildly, this Divine Gate Sword was staring at him, at this time, he was still more than three zhang away from the boundary of ten zhang in front of the stone gate.

"Boy, you're very slippery, at a young age, and you want to take over the creation!"

This is a disciple of the Kongming Sect, close to the age of a weak crown, a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth, and one hand slapped down on Wang Qingyuan's shoulder.

The air shattered, and this palm was strong and heavy, and the strength was mixed, and the more powerful it was, it was obvious that the cultivation of this person's "Tongyou Gong" had crossed the seventh layer and entered the eighth layer of kung fu cultivation.

Rumble!

In an instant, Wang Qingyuan didn't dare to keep much, the qi and blood belonging to the eighth layer of "Xuantian Gong" burst out, and in an instant, there seemed to be a thunderous explosion, under the instantly frightened gaze of the disciples of the Kongming Sect, an amazing power of qi and blood washed like a huge wave, Qiming's palm power collapsed, and he was shocked like a straw.

Boom!

Wang Qingyuan's right foot trampled on the ground violently, and if the war drums beat, he knocked several people away at once, and rushed nearly three feet.

What the!

At this moment, some cultivators were shocked that this young man, who looked about the same age as the sword master, had suddenly become so violent, and the spurting qi and blood were surging like a great river of the Yangtze River.

Well?

Qingxu raised his eyebrows, Wang Qingyuan's sudden outburst was really a bit unexpected by him, but he didn't care, his right hand pointed into a sword, and with a snort, a pure white sword qi shot out, winding and circling in the void, like a swimming snake, instantly spanning more than twenty zhang, winding around Wang Qingyuan's waist.

However, in an instant, the pupils of this Divine Gate Sword shrank slightly for the first time, because the sword qi was entangled, it was actually powerless, and the figure belonging to Wang Qingyuan was like a mirror, and as soon as it was entangled by the sword qi, it shattered all over the ground.

Over there!

The next moment, in Qingxu's sight, Wang Qingyuan's figure flashed, and he entered the land of ten zhang in front of the stone gate.

Turning around, Wang Qingyuan glanced at the Qingxu Daoist who stopped more than ten zhang away, and the sound outside disappeared when he reached the place ten zhang in front of the stone gate, and the surroundings were quiet.

Just now, Wang Qingyuan used the mind confusing technique to introduce the gaze of this pure void Taoist into the phantom, even if it was the second consummation of "Time Knife", confusing this genius on the list of celestial people, in just one breath, it consumed nearly half of his spiritual power.

The eyes of the two met silently, the Qingxu Daoist nodded towards him, and did not make another move, this Tianmen Peak Palm Peak disciple's gaze was calm, but even if it was blocked by the stone gate, Wang Qingyuan could catch a bit of a dangerous taste from the depths of that pupil.

This is a silent confrontation, Wang Qingyuan seems to have a slight advantage, but he is more deeply aware of the gap between them, the more desperate he is to build a foundation, but he also has ambitions, he wants to try to impact a higher realm.

After thinking about it, there were more than ten people who broke into the realm of ten zhang, including the younger generation, the older generation, the various factions, and the famous masters of the various families.

But it's a pity that when he arrived at this ten-zhang land, all internal cultivation was sealed, only the flesh and blood were retained, Wang Qingyuan sensed the pressure on his back, but he didn't care, the skin membrane rippled like ripples, and the comprehension of sitting in the wind and water was used by him to run the whole body and evolved to an extreme.

Boom!

Instantly, like a sharp arrow, he crossed the land of ten feet and sank into the shrinking distorted air.

"Everyone, Xuantian Dao disciple Gu Yue, take the first step!"

In the realm of ten zhang, there is another young man who walks into it, his sword eyebrows are very long, he has thin lips, his long hair is tied with snow-white silk ribbons, he is dressed in a pure white robe, and the jade pendant on his waist is as white as mutton fat.

Xuantian Dao disciple!

As the only Taoist sect in Zhongzhou, these five words can be described as a thousand words in Zhongzhou.

Gu Yue, the son-in-law of the ancient family of Zhongzhou's famous family, is more based on the skill of the eighth layer of Xuantian Dao "Xuantian Gong", and the potential is very huge, it is rumored that when he just built the foundation a year ago, he had encountered the thief of the three turns of the Daoji, but he failed to go through a move in his hands, and his head fell to the ground, this battle later spread throughout Zhongzhou, and many sects and families have seen some clues, but it is undeniable that this young man has excellent talent and qualifications.

There have even been some rumors in recent days that it has been accepted by the peak master of Xuantian Dao Golden Light Peak, a generation of Yuan Shen Zhenren Jinguang Zhenren, and has become a true disciple.

Yuan Shen disciple, this is a supreme glory, the dream of many young monks in Kyushu in the world.

His steps are very fast, and soon he will cross the disciples of various sects and famous people, in this realm of ten zhang, he seems to be the king of the five lakes and the four seas, and inadvertently, he will cross the country.

Call!

Finally, he stepped past everyone else and stepped into the distorted air, and the entrance, which had been less than a foot high, completely closed and disappeared.