"Pull out the mountain, the real hero also!" Around the dragon vein, the major forces Tianjiao raised his head and looked at the magnificent scene in front of him. He raised his hands to the sky, and the little man held up a big mountain, slashing around his body, walking through the wind and stopping, the dark clouds pressed the sky, like a god, and he only felt that there were thousands of mountains and thousands of seas above his head, almost turning into a rule.

"Get up", a loud shout, regardless of everyone looking at each other, the arms suddenly straightened, the two arms almost turned into pillars of fire, the power of qi and blood rushed back and forth, able to support the mountains, his speed was not fast, step by step, flying towards the periphery, dark clouds, if the person with poor eyesight only thought that there was a floating mountain in the sky, and it was a mirage, and there was an empty shout.

Many Tianjiao admired but his movements were not slow, how could such a treasure not be a piece of the pie, wouldn't it be a loss to himself. In the corner of the mountain range, a man dressed in blood (Shura) stood in the void, and when he saw Kang Ziqing's appearance, his eyes shrank suddenly, and the hand holding the long straight black knife couldn't help but tighten, his heart was full of thoughts, and his body quickly retreated, and he didn't even want to possess the dragon vein fragments.

As for the other corner, a row of Haori Sect's previous generation of holy sons and saints dressed in white robes with golden yang tattoos on their hearts and mouths slipped their eyes in surprise, and He Jingyi (the fifth saint, slender curved eyebrows, small Qiong nose, jade face, and beautiful eyes) standing at the end were surprised, after all, the last time they met was only ten years.

Although he has never touched it, he is undoubtedly able to look at his face. Xu Zhiliu, who was standing on the side, said, holding the sword tightly in his palm, "Senior brother, what do you think?" He said to a handsome and elegant young man (Bu Qingyun) in the center, full of deference, the two of them are in the same vein, and they have some affection.

"Let's see, he did this, and he thought that he would leave a way back. A cyan sword from his waist came out of the sheath and stabbed forward, slowly walking with the temporarily vacated void, his expression was leisurely, and more than a dozen people behind him quickly followed.

As for the other place, Li Shendan gently told the woman in a black dress (Yuan Menqin) next to him about the past with Kang Ziqing, the woman's long hair on the cheeks was scattered, and the long hair was gathered and draped in the back lying quietly, extremely soft, the cheeks were white and tender, the eyes were delicate and handsome, the body was slender and soft, half of the jade legs were exposed in the air, exuding jade brilliance, a red thread was pinned to the right ankle, and at the feet, a pair of black soft dancing shoes were also a beauty in the world.

"Let's go and see, what does a hero look like?" The voice is verdant and emotional, the body is fluttering, dancing with spirit, fluttering and moving to the front, like a cloud of mist, and it is a heaven-level footwork, which has already involved the slightest rule. Nearly twenty people quickly followed, and such a scene was just a gladiatorial arena for refining the weak and strong.

At a boundary, a man in a simple black robe (Jue Zaixiang, the first person in the Demon Sword Sect to refine the void) stood proudly in the air, with a handsome face, his eyes were like two pearls, and each had an illusory sword shadow hanging quietly in his eyes, with a pitch-black long sword in his hand, with a pattern carving, the sword body was snow-white, the sword was three feet three (1.1 meters) long, and there was nothing else on his body.

"Such a good thing, how can I be missing. "A man in a thin white robe (Luo Fengliu) smiled slightly, the ripples under his feet flowed, and in the illusory room, he had already advanced hundreds of zhang, with two tufts of hair on his forehead, fluttering uninhibited, as the senior brother of Huang Yuzong, he was the most irresponsible existence, and on the first day of entering the secret realm, he left the little brother behind him, and he was romantic, and he was saying that 'people are not romantic boys'.

In the distance, a beautiful girl in a white dress (the daughter of the sect master, Mu Fengling) held a compass in her hand, only to see the pointer floating on it, and finally pointed to one side, "Yes, senior brother is there", a brisk voice sounded, like a cheerful song, the sword light under her feet was agitated, and she flew quickly in that direction, "Senior sister, wait", dozens of senior brothers and sisters with her quickly caught up.

Kang Ziqing walked forward slowly, and the void seals swayed with the dragon vein fragments in his hand and passed around, and his dark eyes were staring at all kinds of characters from far and near, but so what, just a battle, below him, a mountain quickly formed, the roar was endless, and a sword mountain quickly formed, it was impossible to watch the person in front of him so flirtatious, taking away its own flesh and blood.

The sword mountain rose from the ground and stabbed towards the figure above, the wind gradually tightened, the dark clouds churned, and several purple thunderbolts suddenly descended, falling at the head of the dragon vein, and the landslide fell, making it quickly silent, the sky is mighty, the sword mountain is less than the dragon spirit command, but the huge power, as well as the sword power revealed in it, is big and heavy, this is the sword mountain itself into the way of the sword, and the heavy pressure crushes the opponent's faith.

"Descend", the slash spun rapidly, a dragon shadow surrounded, and crashed towards the sword mountain surging below, the power of the sword mountain could not be dodged, it was not broken by force, Kang Ziqing stepped on the flying dragon, and the fragments above accelerated down, making the blade more powerful. The tip of the sword slammed into the tip of the sword, and with a bang, a circle of waves dispersed in all directions, and the leaves below rustled, connecting into one piece, and hiding in it.

Kang Ziqing's right foot stepped down suddenly, and millions of catties of force were transmitted to the bottom, and the dragon vein fragments pressed down, cracking the sword mountain out of wide gaps, and finally couldn't bear it, the mountain rock collapsed, and the room-sized boulder fell downward.

With a swing of the dragon's tail, he swept away countless boulders, his body was easy to turn, he rolled up a crystal rough stone in the middle of the sword mountain, opened his mouth, and swallowed it, in the slashing space, the crystal stone void was generated, and it landed quickly, and the lark eagle, which was tired like a dead dog, spread its wings and flew away, and Nangong Min looked up, and there was a mountain under his feet, and the trees on it had long since dried up, revealing cracks.

The lark eagle attacked head-on, grabbed with both claws, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the claw bones were folded into several sections, dripping with blood, the essence of the mountains was so light, not to mention millions of catties, if it was properly prepared, be careful, it would be able to catch it, an enchantment full of feathers blocked between him and the original stone, and the wings carried the original stone and slowly descended, and a face turned into a pig's liver color.

Outside, beheading the dragon, coiled around Kang Ziqing, and continued to walk forward, hundreds of days ahead of the pride hung in the air, Yuan Menqin, Luo Fengliu, and Bu Qingyun were naturally in the column, and everyone was different in their hearts, but at this time, no one did anything, maybe just waiting for a cutting machine. "Are you going to stop me?" the cold voice of the void spontaneously caused the surroundings to suddenly fall silent.

At this time, above the dragon vein, dozens of days of arrogance like Kang Ziqing before, raised his blade and slashed towards the dragon vein below, one by one cyan curved vines were generated out of thin air, winding back and forth, rolling towards the figure above, the edge appeared, and Wan Teng stalemate, of course, there were also good luck people, when the dragon vein had not yet reacted, quickly cut off a small fragment, rolled up the sleeves, and had the strength to carry the tripod.

Jue Zaixiang was dressed in a black robe, the sword qi was self-generated, the cyan rattan had not yet arrived, they turned into powder, and floated all the way, the barricade in front could not be stopped for a moment, descended on the dragon vein, raised the snow-white sword in his hand, 'the sword shadow was silent and the flowers were scattered', a sword light flashed in the eyes of the viewer, only a click was heard, and the dragon vein fragments were detached.