The wind was howling, and the spiritual energy within a radius of a hundred miles was suddenly empty, and the spiritual power of heaven and earth was scattered.

With just one sword, Murong Mad could no longer have any intention of fighting, and fell into the void and fled in an instant.

However, Liu Ziyang didn't care.

The sword finger slashed steadily, and there was another sword qi in the air, Changhong followed Murong Mad's figure.

In the void tunnel leading to the outside world, there was a great roar and explosion, accompanied by some kind of irrepressible muffled snort, and the aura of spatial airflow disorder came to the face.

I don't know if I live or die.

The air fell silent in an instant.

Liu Ziyang looked at that place, his face was surprisingly calm and indifferent.

In the face of the evil cultivator at the level of the Demon Sect's ancestor, he scared the other party out of his mind after a sword, but Liu Ziyang didn't have any emotions at all, and he didn't even have the intention of continuing to chase, he just took a breath lightly, and the sword intent that permeated the heaven and earth was retracted by him.

Seeing this scene, the only people present were a little sluggish.

Murong Mad was already the top cultivator in the world, and he had shown absolutely powerful combat power in that palm just now.

If it were anyone else, even anyone else in the field except that person, they would be crushed like ants in the face of this blow.

However, it is a pity that the stronger he performs at the moment, the more he can only prove that the middle-aged man is unfathomable.

The next moment.

Only then did everyone suddenly wake up and shoot towards the distant sky.

Even Murong Mad is just a sword enemy at this moment, let alone them now?

However, the middle-aged man let go of Murong Maan, but he didn't seem to have any intention of letting them go, and with a slight wave of his hand, several wisps of sword intent shot out and chased after everyone.

Lingrou rushed into the sky as fast as she could, straight for the void rift.

However, she is not Murong Maniac.

What's more, the person understated that he broke the big array in the simplest and domineering way, and the degree of backlash as the main formation of the big array was far beyond everyone's imagination, causing this short distance of hundreds of meters to be like a world apart at this moment.

Feeling the terrifying sword aura that followed behind her in an instant, her whole face became extremely pale, and her eyes were full of hesitation before death.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Xuanyi, who had already escaped not far away, frowned slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, his figure appeared beside her in a flash.

In the face of the power of this terrifying man's sword, even if the two of them work together, almost their lives are in danger.

However, the next moment, he suddenly threw out a finger-sized pagoda from his arms, and the pagoda rose in the wind, shining brightly, and burst out with an incomparably powerful aura.

The pagoda collided with the sword qi, and the former exploded violently.

The residual sword qi produced a huge impact, and as soon as Cheng Xuan grabbed Lingrou, he instead rushed into the spatial crack with this impact.

Nine deaths, luckily picked up a life.

Tianhuai stood not far away, and when he saw this scene, he silently returned to Lu Shen's side.

The woman in black veil who had disappeared without a trace had left without hesitation the moment the middle-aged man appeared here, even the moment before he came, so he was the one who had nothing to do from the beginning.

Liu Ziyang withdrew his gaze and began to look at the young man in the pavilion.

Facing almost the most powerful cultivator in the world, Tai Bai's face did not change much, but he said with some regret: "I am only one step away from it, and I really waited for that in case, but I didn't expect that it would be you who came here in person." ”

"Don't run?" asked Liu Ziyang.

Hearing this, Taibai's eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

"How do you run? I want to leave at the same time as the Hidden Girl, your breath has been pressing on me since you came here, if I dare to leave the pavilion one step, won't I be hacked to death by your sword qi on the spot?"

"You're pretty clever. Liu Ziyang smiled, but the sword qi did not dissipate, but slowly solidified.

Taibai's face changed slightly, and he asked seriously: "Senior swordsmanship, do you really want to see me?"

Even if the middle-aged man with empty hands did not have a sword, he was still the most terrifying cultivator in heaven and earth.

If he really did kill him, then no one could put their minds at ease.

Liu Ziyang shook his head calmly.

"I once met with the dean and chatted a little, you are a great talent, but you think very highly of yourself with your talent and qualifications, and you are obsessed, in this case, the cultivation world cannot leave you. ”

Taibai sighed helplessly, "There is no room for negotiation?"

The voice fell.

Didn't speak again.

The middle-aged man just stretched out one finger and pressed it lightly towards the void.

A breeze rises.

The dense aura between heaven and earth turned into countless sword intents, pouring into the pavilion from all directions, covering the sky and the sun.

The power of this finger is even more powerful than the one he used to deal with Murong Mad before!

In the face of such a top cultivator's nirvana, Taibai did not make the slightest movement to resist, and his face was even quite calm.

Yes, calm.

If you can't escape, or even have the ability to resist, then facing death calmly may be the best choice.

Originally, he had a lot of back-ups.

But when the person who came was the head of the Sword Pavilion, and even had the intention of killing, then from that moment on, his backhands had no meaning of existence at all.

The sword qi jumped over the pavilion and smashed on Taibai's body,

Almost instantly, the black garment and the flesh and blood were instantly shattered and wiped out in ashes.

Before the smell of blood could be released in the air, it was blown away by the strong wind and completely disappeared.

Liu Ziyang suddenly raised his head.

An ethereal, dim ghost rushed into the sky.

"Since you're here, don't go. ”

The middle-aged man glanced at it lightly.

The broken wooden sword at his feet shot straight into the sky.

The next moment.

The wooden sword caught up with the wraith.

A tall, cold figure appeared in the crack space at the same time.

With an endless black mist behind him, he stretched out one hand and held the broken wooden sword directly in the palm of his hand.

The black mist swept in, and after a few breaths, it completely devoured its sword intent.

Liu Ziyang raised his eyebrows slightly.

There are very few cultivators in this world who can catch his sword with one hand.

With just one glance, he guessed the latter's identity.

One of the three divisions of the Shadow Palace.

Daiji.

"I didn't expect you to dare to appear in front of me!" Liu Ziyang said indifferently.

The man with slightly red eyes and a smile on the corner of his mouth did not hesitate to put away a trace of the remnant soul that was too white and turned to leave, laughing at the same time.

"I'm fortunate to have seen the pavilion master, but fortunately, the pavilion master has not brought a sword today, so the future will be long. ”

When the words fell, the black fog was actually thousands of miles away from here.

Liu Ziyang glanced at the sky quietly, and had no intention of continuing to chase.

As the other party said, if he didn't really carry a sword, then he would naturally be in a lot of trouble.

The more important reason is.... As you get older, you will naturally be a little resistant to these troublesome things at times.

Yes, because of laziness.

In addition to practicing swords, he was a little lazy when he was young, and as the years went by, he was not interested in anything, so he became even lazier.

He turned around and walked slowly to a large pit not far away.

Bow your head slightly.

Lu Shen just wiped the blood on his face, felt the gaze, and looked up.

The two looked at each other.

The air fell silent.

The pair of nominal and wonderful masters and apprentices in the spiritual world met in an extremely dramatic way, and there was no feeling of reunion after a long absence, because this was actually the first time they had met in their lives.

There was silence for a while.

Lu Shen wondered if he should say hello first, after all, he was saved his life, not to mention that he was still a cheap master in his life.

"Thank you..."

The middle-aged man didn't speak, but suddenly showed a look of curiosity.

He asked.

"Immortals?"