Time is like an arrow, and it is gone.

In the blink of an eye, another eight years have passed, and the world has been in turmoil for eight years, and it is no longer peaceful.

The four factions of the Demon Sect wantonly attacked on a large scale, and some small sects and small sects were constantly destroyed by the Demon Sect, those who went along with it prospered, and those who went against it perished, and the forces of the Demon Sect were better than one day at a time.

The world is turbulent, but Qingyunmen is as stable as Mount Tai.

None of the four factions of the Demon Sect came to provoke Qingyun, and Qingyun rarely killed demons and demons, and the two sides seemed to be distinct, and peace had lasted for so many years.

But everyone knows that this kind of peace can't last long, and after the Demon Sect expands its strength, sooner or later it will attack Qingyun again.

The summit of Tsutenbong!

Yang Qifeng bare his arms, he looked at his bronze skin, a force continued to refine his flesh and blood, the power of the copper-headed iron arm lasted for eight years, and he is still alive today.

His physical body is still constantly strengthening, but there is very little progress, and the progress of this kind of refining evolution is extremely slow, and if he wants to have qualitative progress, he doesn't know what year and month it will take.

The copper-headed iron arm was promoted to a high-level, but it also derived the ability, it was this recovery ability, he could feel a stream of essence filling himself, he was like an engine, not only vitality but also recovery, all rose to a terrifying level.

With a buzzing sound, the seven-star sword instantly unsheathed and suspended in front of him, aiming at his left arm, the sound of clanging metal hitting sounded, and a white mark appeared on his left arm.

The seven-star sword of the lower grade Dao weapon now wants to break through his defenses, ordinary attacks can no longer work, and this copper-headed iron arm has broken through to a high level, which is the most terrifying talent in front of him.

Surrounded by blue light, the seven stars on the seven-star sword appeared one by one, brushed, and once again slashed through the arm, like a kitchen knife cutting wood, very laborious, after a breath of time, a deep cut appeared on the left arm.

The blood just flowed out, and the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in just three or five breaths, the wound had recovered as before, and there was no trace of it at all, and only a trace of blood was still in the position of the wound.

Symbolizes that the scene just now is real and not your own fantasy.

He's invincible!

It's so lonely!

Yang Qifeng sighed, originally the combat power of the pseudo-immortal Dao was enough for him to sweep the world, but he never thought that after this copper-headed iron arm was promoted to a high-level, his combat power would increase to a terrifying level.

In the past eight years, the copper-headed iron arm has tempered the flesh, and the lower grade Dao weapon is no longer broken, even if it is the lower grade Dao weapon Seven-Star Sword, it is difficult to cause damage to him.

The Zhuxian world is not strong, such as the Zhuxian Ancient Sword is only a medium-grade Dao weapon, but it is not an ordinary medium-grade Dao weapon, it is the strongest medium-grade Dao weapon, if it is blessed by the formation and other blessings, it is not weaker than the ordinary high-grade Dao weapon.

Therefore, in this world, only a few Dao weapons of the Zhuxian Ancient Sword can make him jealous, and he can have the ability to kill him.

This is still based on the physical combat power alone, not counting the power of his pseudo-immortal dao, the two are superimposed, it is two words, invincible!

Yang Qifeng has a feeling that the tempering of the physical body by the innate supernatural power of the copper-headed iron arm is now minimal, this is not because of his poor ability, but because the upper limit of this side of the world is too low.

If he was in the big world of "Immortal Dao", his natural supernatural power copper-headed iron arm would take his physical body one step further, and the lower grade Dao weapon should no longer be able to hurt him by half a point, and the middle grade Dao weapon would be the same as the lower grade Dao weapon in front of him.

If the copper-headed iron arm breaks the high-level boundary, there will be an essential improvement at that time, and the improvement will be even more terrifying, the high-grade Dao weapon, no, even the superb Dao weapon can't hurt him at all, this should be the spirit treasure to hurt him.

Every talent is a great potential to be tapped, but the copper-headed iron arm breaks the boundary, Yang Qifeng has not reported hope for a while, unless it is to get an adventure, otherwise according to his estimate, the first to break the high-level limit should be infinitely powerful.

He has obtained this ability for too long, for such a long time, he has not given up the training of this, but because it is too difficult to break the boundary, the strength of Infinity has been stuck at the advanced level.

When he broke through, Yang Qifeng knew that the growth derived from this infinite power would truly become a great supernatural power that resounded through the heavens, the Law Aspect Heaven and Earth!

"The real person in charge!"

"Qiao Shan and the heads of the East Lake factions came to worship the mountain, and they have already arrived at the Yuqing Palace. "A Qingyun disciple came to Tongtian Peak to preach.

"Gather the first seat of the six veins in the Yuqing Palace, and I will come later!"

"No!" he hurried and hurried away.

Yang Qifeng watched the light disappear into Tongtian Peak, and he slowly walked towards Tongtian Peak.

The scale of the Qing palace is magnificent, dozens of red and red stone pillars support the beams, the top of the hall is made of yellow glaze, the sun shines, dazzling eyes, a piece of brilliance.

At this moment, the head of the six veins sat upright above, and below them were people in different costumes, some of them were men and women.

Although the costumes are different, the bearing is the same, they are all above everyone, and they are all the heads of the same faction, and they are all the existence of one side.

"Meet the real person in charge!" Yang Qifeng sat in a loose robe, he walked slowly with an expressionless face, whether it was the head of the six veins or the heads, they all bowed down.

"All the heads of the family gather in my Qingyun, I don't know what's going on?" Yang Qifeng sat down, his eyes swept over everyone, and he said flatly.

"Please also ask the real person in charge to uphold justice for the world, eradicate the devil's way, and restore peace to the world," they looked at each other, and were silent for about three or five breaths, and one of them, a tall man, strode out and whispered in a deep voice.

He looked at Yang Qifeng expectantly, hoping that Yang Qifeng would agree to his request.

Yang Qifeng's eyes were calm, he didn't answer this, someone spoke in his place.

Southern Xinjiang!

The darkness was boundless, and only the sound of the howling wind grew more and more poignant.

The ancient cave grew wider and wider, but the darkness around it also deepened.

A flash of red light flashed in the darkness.

A figure, a man wrapped in a piece of brightly colored silk, slowly fell from the black air and stood in front of the stone statue woman.

Behind him, the black air roared violently, and the shadows shook, as if countless demons were roaring in ecstasy.

Only his back is a little strange.

Standing in front of the stone statue, he stood silently in the wind and rain.

Slowly, he reached out and gently stroked the cold stone statue.

The low voice, quietly echoing in the wind and rain, has passed through thousands of years and countless winds, rains, snow and frosts.

"Linglong!"