"Boom!"

The void shook, and the whole earth shook, as if it were under the coercion of substance, as if it were in a violent storm.

You can clearly feel that a pressure is pressing down on their heads.

Ji Chuan gritted his teeth and insisted, looking up at the sky with difficulty, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Above the originally empty sky, there was a Taoist priest with an indifferent expression and immortal wind bones standing at this moment.

A gaze fell on Ji Chuan.

It's a disregard, a disregard for life, a disregard for ants.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, Ji Chuan spit out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale, and his expression was shocked.

"Sword Intent!"

Ji Chuan whispered in a hoarse voice.

Ji Chuan was already so unbearable, not to mention the others, Jinyiwei and Tiqi had already knelt on their knees, spitting blood out of their mouths, unconscious.

Even Ye Qingming and Liu Mei'er couldn't hold on and collapsed to the ground, Mu Jue bent his legs slightly, and he was holding on.

Under this pressure, no one can remain calm.

"This person is enough to be comparable to Wuqu Xingjun, or even stronger, who is sacred?" Ji Chuan couldn't hold on any longer, and sat down on the ground, his thoughts flowing.

It's not that you can't hold it up, but you don't want to spend your true qi in vain.

Yang Ting clenched his teeth, clenched his fists and saluted: "I don't know which senior is coming?"

"Are you Yang Ting?" the Taoist priest did not answer, or rather disdained to answer, and asked rhetorically.

It's a question, but it's a big yes.

Yang Ting's eyes shrank, and he said: "It is Yang Ting, the envoy of Jinyi Wei, who is below, I don't know ...... seniors."

The voice landed!

Rumble!

A pressure ten times heavier than just now swept over, crushing Yang Ting's entire person to the ground, making him unable to move.

"Even the Yuan Shen Realm dares to question me, even Liu Xiang doesn't dare to speak to me like this, how can you have the courage. Dao Xuan said lightly.

These words are arrogant, but they are not conceited, he is just seeking truth from facts.

This person is the Daoxuan Zhenren who came from Ningzhou.

Yang Ting's face was hideous, and he roared angrily in his heart.

It's a pity that in the face of absolute strength, no matter how stubborn you are, it's just the dying struggle of ants.

Dao Xuan said flatly: "It was you who killed thousands of disciples of the five major sword sects of my Pure Yang Sword Sect, and even the bones remained?"

Yang Ting's face was gloomy and silent.

"There is a debtor and a master, Jinyiwei killed my Taoist disciple, I should kill Jinyiwei. ”

As soon as Dao Xuan finished speaking, wisps of sword intent lingered around his body, preparing to rush towards Ji Chuan and the others.

A tiny wisp of sword intent was enough to kill anyone present.

"Amitabha!"

A voice like Hong Zhong Da Lu shattered the sword intent around Dao Xuan's body.

Not long after, a monk dressed in gray monk's robe stood in the void, performed a Buddhist ceremony, and looked at Dao Xuan from the air.

Ji Chuan raised his head and stared at the sky, his heart shook, and muttered, "Shaolin?"

Another one to return to the realm!

Ji Chuan sensed the fluctuation of true qi from the two of them, and the strength of the two was not far behind.

A sense of urgency rose in Ji Chuan's heart, the situation he had been facing all along, the innate realm was far from enough.

"This Shaolin monk seems to be here to save them?" Ji Chuan and Yang Ting glanced at each other, and when they saw Yang Ting nodding, they didn't need to breathe a sigh of relief.

The crisis is unsolved, but there is always a little hope.

"Amitabha, don't come to the Dao Xuan Zhenren, you are the seniors of the rivers and lakes, why are you embarrassed by the juniors, don't you make the fellow Jianghu laugh. ”

The person who came looked sad and compassionate, spoke with a gun and a stick, and said in a flat tone.

"Huineng!" Dao Xuan's face had always been indifferent, and finally there was a hint of change.

It was a look of extreme disgust.

"Huineng, you came from the Pure Yang Sword Sect and blocked it all the way.

Do you really want to be a lackey of the court, go to the dark one by one, and be willing to give up without dying. ”

Dao Xuan's sword intent flickered around him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked directly at Monk Huineng.

"Hui Zi Junior!" Ji Chuan was shocked in his heart: "What kind of deal did the imperial court make with Shaolin, so that Shaolin Hui Zi could be willing to leave the temple."

If he survives, the future of this trip to the capital is unpredictable. ”

"Dao Xuan Zhenren's words are wrong, I Shaolin was invited by Emperor Qin, not to oppose Daomen, and I hope that Dao Xuan Zhenren will not misunderstand.

Moreover, it is really against the way of heaven for real people to kill in Ningzhou City.

Nowadays, the poor monk admonishes real people not to be obsessed, and then embarrass a group of junior disciples, which is really disgraceful. ”

Huineng was smiling and sincere, but he was sarcastic about Dao Xuan Zhenren in every word.

"This person is Yang Ting, the envoy of the Jinyi Guard, and he is the culprit who killed thousands of disciples of the Five Great Sword Sects of my Dao Sect.

I have to get justice for my Daomen, what's the matter? Monk Huineng want to stop me?"

Dao Xuan squinted his eyes and said lightly.

Anyone can hear that Dao Xuan Zhenren is angry.

If it weren't for the fact that Huineng was equal in strength to him, he would have suppressed Huineng on the spot, where would there be so much nonsense.

Anyway, it was only a matter of time before Shaolin and Daomen tore their faces.

Huineng smiled indifferently, sued a word of the Buddha, and said: "Amitabha, since the poor monk is here, I'm afraid that the real person will not be able to get his wish." ”

Huineng is very confident, although he can't defeat Dao Xuan Zhenren, but it is not easy to kill people under him.

The sword intent around Dao Xuan's body flickered, and in a trance, the space was distorted, and a wisp of sword intent was no more than a few feet away from Ji Chuan and the others.

However, it is this distance of a few feet that makes this wisp of sword intent unable to advance an inch.

At this time, a pale yellow film slowly appeared in front of Ji Chuan and the others, blocking the sword intent.

Only Mu Jue and the three of them did not have a sword intent in front of them, I am afraid that Dao Xuan only killed Jinyiwei, and as for irrelevant people, he did not want to kill more.

"Since Master Huineng is obstructing, then the poor road is not polite. ”

Dao Xuan's expression was gloomy, and he pinched a sword trick in his hand, and a sharp sword was unsheathed.

Sword, unsheathed!

Unremarkable!

However, Dao Xuan held the sword in his hand with a solemn expression and looked directly at Hui Neng.

"Pure Yang Sword!"

Huineng's face changed suddenly, and his body retreated sharply.

The Pure Yang Sword is said to be the sword of Lu Zu, the patriarch of the Daomen, and it is the thing of the Pure Yang Sword Sect.

It is generally kept by the Supreme Elder of the Pure Yang Sword Sect, and it is impossible to leave the sect easily.

In terms of strength alone, he is almost the same as Dao Xuan's strength, but if Dao Xuan holds the Pure Yang Sword, he can completely kill him here.

This is also the reason why Huineng quickly retreated.

For the sake of a few ants in the court, it is not worth taking your own life.

Hui Neng stared at the sword in Dao Xuan's hand, and his originally frightened face gradually became puzzled.

"That's not right!" Hui Neng woke up suddenly and exclaimed, "It's not good, I've been fooled." ”

Dao Xuan took advantage of Hui Neng's suspicions, and the fierce sword intent around his body floated in front of Ji Chuan and the others.

Bang!

Far more than the previous sword intent, the pale yellow film was easily shattered.

Wisps of silver-white sword intent were like a naughty little snake burrowing into everyone's minds.

Yang Ting was still staring up at the sky, and suddenly, his eyes were stunned, and he fell to the ground without a look.

Wei Tiqi, who was originally unconscious, could no longer wake up.

Only Mu Jue and the other three were left, safe and sound.

No!

More than three!

As soon as the silver-white sword intent entered Ji Chuan's mind, Ji Chuan's figure shattered like foam. ()

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