"Boom!"

The white palm and the old palm collided fiercely.

A powerful spiritual power collided with the waves from the collision of the two people's palms, and the aftermath spread out, and the people above the hall were all shocked by the powerful aftermath and retreated several steps.

"Knock knock!"

After the collision of a palm, the poetry and painting were also shocked backwards five steps after this palm, and the backward body hit the table behind him; only to hear the "click", and the table that she hit was all at this moment, and the shock was torn apart.

"I advise you Xuanyin Pavilion to still be able to recognize the reality clearly, after all, we will all be a family in the future, if we make this place where the corpses are scattered and the blood is flowing like a river, it will be really bad. At this moment, Chu Xin stepped forward and said to the people in Xuanyin Pavilion.

"Even if we die, we won't be as you wish!" Looking at Chu Xin, in the heart of the poem and painting, he cared more about the old man in front of him.

"Since this is the case, then there is no need for your Xuanyin Pavilion to continue to exist!" The old man's voice fell, and the heavy spiritual power on his body was transmitted again, and with the gushing out of spiritual power, everyone present felt at this moment that their chest seemed to be pressed by a boulder, which made people a little breathless.

"Today, I'm going to abolish you first, just now, let the pavilion master of Xuanyin Pavilion become my crotch plaything, thinking about it, it must be very exciting. Speaking of this, the old man's figure flashed violently, and he came directly in front of the poetry and painting, and the black spiritual power as ink quickly formed a ghost claw on his palm, and grabbed the poetry and painting.

"Old ghost, you are looking for death!" Hearing the old man's words, Shiyin on the side was also angry at this moment, and a three-foot long sword appeared in her hand and slashed at the old man.

"Don't measure yourself!" Facing Shiyin's sword, the old man didn't even look at it, and waved his right hand lightly at Shiyin, and a black spiritual power directly hit Shiyin's long sword.

Just listening to the sound of "ding", the black spiritual power, like a poisonous snake, followed the long sword, directly wound up, and then, there was a shocking scene.

I saw that the long sword that was stained with the black spiritual power was actually dissolving at a speed visible to the naked eye at this moment.

"It's not good! it's poisonous!" shouted the elder of the Xuanyin Pavilion.

"This, what kind of poison is this! You know, it's a medium-grade spiritual weapon; this long sword can increase Shiyin's combat effectiveness by about 30 percent; moreover, not to mention sharpening iron like clay, but it's almost the same.

However, it was such a medium-grade spiritual weapon, and it actually dissolved under this black spiritual power.

"Who the hell is this man?"

"Yes, the existence of the Thunderbolt Divine Sect is because there is a thunder pool within the forbidden place of their Thunderbolt Divine Sect; all, as long as it is a person from the Thunderbolt Divine Sect, the spiritual power in the body is more or less with the thunder and lightning attribute, and the thunder attribute and this poisonous attribute are completely two mutually exclusive attributes. ”

"This, this, this person is, "Xuan Poison Old Man!" Finally, at this moment, someone in the Xuanyin Pavilion recognized the identity of this old man.

"Mysterious old man?"

It is rumored that thirty years ago, the cultivation of the old man of Xuan Poison had reached the peak of the "Transformation of God Realm", but at that time, his enemies had reached the "Tribulation" realm

The existence of a heavy heaven.

The man chased and killed the old man of the poison, and the old man of the poison lost his life span for a hundred years, and only escaped the pursuit of the other party on the premise of trying to damage the origin.

Ten years have passed since this incident, ten years later, and the strong man happened to be celebrating his two hundredth birthday, so to speak, the whole city, including the strong men of the dozen or so surrounding cities, came to celebrate his birthday.

And it was on that day that the old man of Xuan Poison returned from cultivation and took revenge.

In ten years, he finally cultivated the "Xuantian Poison Gong" to the great completion, and his cultivation also smoothly entered the "Tribulation" realm; on that day, he not only wiped out the strong man and his family, but even that city became a dead city; and the dozen or so cities that went to celebrate his birthday, the strong people of the power, also disappeared without a trace overnight.

The old man of Xuan Poison back then, in addition to the need to deal with his enemy, ten years later, the enemy cultivated to enter the triple peak of the "Tribulation" realm, and among the birthday celebrations of the dozen or so forces, there was no shortage of strong people in the "Tribulation" realm;

"However, why did this mysterious old man appear in the Thunderbolt Divine Sect, and moreover, he also became the protector of the young sect master of the Thunderbolt Divine Sect?"

"Little Niangpi, let's go back with the deity obediently!" At this moment, the old man's hand had already stretched out towards the poem, and there was a hint of laughter at the corner of his mouth.

At this time, the poems and paintings are also running spiritual power, forming a spiritual power shield in front of him.

However, the moment the old man's hand touched the spiritual shield, everyone saw that the spiritual shield began to dissolve under the old man's hands.

"How is that possible?"

"This, what kind of poisonous skill is this, why is it so domineering!" Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.

"Don't give me death yet!" The old man shouted angrily, and the spiritual power in his hand was also shocked at this moment, and the black palm directly pierced the spiritual power of the poem and painting, and a palm fell on the shoulder of the poem and painting.

"Bang!"

"Poof!"

Receiving a slap from the other party, the poem and painting flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, however, this did not end; after the slap hit the poem and painting, the figure of the poisonous old man flashed again, like a ghost, and rushed towards the poem and painting.

"Pavilion Master, be careful!"

"Pavilion Master...!"

Seeing this scene, everyone present was anxious, but their cultivation was not even comparable to Chu Xin present, let alone the battle between the powerhouses of the "Tribulation" realm.

At this time, the poetry and painting had already been slapped by the other party, and the invasion of poisonous gas made it impossible for her to exert even a hundred percent of her strength; she could only watch the poisonous old man approaching her at great speed, but she was powerless.

The beautiful eyes of the poem and painting flickered slightly, and finally closed slowly, thinking that this time, Xuanyin Pavilion was in a catastrophe; at this last moment of life and death, in her mind, she remembered the young man who appeared in her courtyard last night; will he appear; forget it, or don't appear, even if his cultivation is strong, how can he be the opponent of the old man Xuanxuan?

However, just when everyone gave up, when Shihua closed his eyes, she was

I can clearly feel that my body has leaned into an incomparably strong and incomparably warm embrace.

"What age, still here for the old disrespect, looking for death!" As these words fell, I saw a shocking sword aura passing by.

Immediately afterwards, everyone felt that the wind blowing on their faces contained Dao Dao sword intent, and when they blew on their faces, it was also a faint pain.

"Bang!"

Under this blow, the whole person retreated, a pair of cloudy eyes, staring straight ahead, and shouted angrily: "What kind of person, looking for death?"

"It's you, you can't kill me!" the young man's voice sounded again.

The spiritual power fluctuations dissipated, the dust fell to the ground, and at this moment, everyone saw the person who was coming.

"Long Fan!"

"Long Fan, how could it be you?"

"Who the hell are you?"

When they saw the people coming, the first thing they reacted to was Shiyin and the others; the three of them were the ones who assessed Long Fan, and they knew that Long Fan was a little mysterious before; however, they never thought that Long Fan's ability was so powerful; even the Xuanyin Pavilion Master could hardly resist the Xuanyin Old Man was actually stopped by him.

"Boy, after I put the poison into your body, I hope you can speak as domineering as you do now!" said the old man's voice in a gloomy voice.

"Is this what you mean by Xuan Poison?" Hearing the words of the Xuan Poison Old Man, Long Fan also smiled slightly, and wiped his right hand on the shoulder of the poem and painting.

"Be careful!"

"Be careful! ”

The first sentence is said by the poem and painting, and the poem and painting are extremely weak because of the poisonous gas invasion, and the second sentence is spoken by the poem.

However, when their words fell, Long Fan's hand had already smeared on the shoulder of the poetry painting.

In an instant, the Xuan Poison followed Long Fan's hand and spread towards his whole body.

However, Long Fan didn't care, the "Red Flame Jin Yan" on his body came out fiercely, it was just a blink of an eye, under everyone's shocked gaze, the poisonous gas, as if encountering a natural enemy, before he could make any movement, it dissipated in Long Fan's hands without a trace.

"You, you, who are you?" Seeing this scene, even the old man was a little shocked, you know, at the beginning, the reason why he was able to slaughter a city of people by himself was inseparable from his cultivation of poisonous skills.

A poisoned person, so to speak, will not be able to exert even thirty percent of his cultivation, and moreover, the toxicity will only become stronger and stronger as time goes by.

However, this poison that no one has been able to detoxify, this mysterious poison that he has always been proud of, actually dissipated in front of the young man in front of him.

"Who am I? I'm the one who killed you!" Long Fan said this, half-holding the poem and painting, and the sword in his right hand pointed at a point, and everyone saw a powerful and incomparable sword qi, shooting straight towards the mysterious old man.

"Boy, you are looking for death! Don't think that if you restrain my Xuanxin, you will eat me steadily; next, let you take a look at my "Xuanxin Heavenly Gong!" Seeing Long Fan's sword attacking, the Xuanxin old man also burst into a loud shout; then, the spiritual power in his body was completely exploded at this moment, and a lifeless Jedi was formed around him.

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