Yi Feng stuck out his tongue and complained in a low voice: "If you don't go, you won't go, what a murderer!"

The Great Monk of Phantom Valley looked at his junior sister helplessly, this character without roots and tendons, it seems that he can't change it in this life.

"Don't make a noise, there are so many people watching! Even if you want to go in and save people, you have to wait until your senior brothers go in first; this is basic etiquette, and you should not neglect it. ”

"Yes. Yi Feng said aggrievedly.

"I'm sorry for letting my brother see the joke. After teaching Yifeng a lesson, the Great Monk of the Phantom Valley turned his head away and whispered to the Great Monk of the Scattered Heaven Sect.

"It's okay, Senior Sister Yi has a cheerful personality, all of us from the Santian Sect, but we have admired her for a long time! "The Scattered Heaven Sect Yuan Infant Ancestor Dao.

"The hundred-year-old stump has fallen into decay, where is it worthy of the admiration of the senior brother. Phantom Valley had a gentle face, but in fact he was disdainful in his heart.

Where a group of rough people from the Santian Sect gathered, how could anyone be worthy of the senior sister.

It's really unscrupulous and disgusting.

"Hahaha! Senior Sister is wrong, Senior Sister Yi is naturally beautiful, this charm and charm can't be taken away for many years!" said the Great Monk of the Santian Sect with a normal attitude.

After hearing this, the great monk of Haoran Sect said in a salty and nonchalant manner: "Hmph!

The great monk of the Phantom Valley stepped forward and said to him: "Senior brother, I am really sorry for what happened a few days ago, senior sister, she has no intention of clashing with the Haoran Sect, but she can't help it for a while."

"But on a whim, I did something I shouldn't have done. Yi Feng added, "Senior brother, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be messing around with my demon slayer. ”

"The Great Monk of the Santian Sect and the Great Monk of the Haoran Sect were both silent and speechless.

Perhaps the great monk of the Phantom Valley also felt a little embarrassed, and after a few words to the two, he left with Yi Feng, of course, not to leave this place, but to leave the two of them and go to the place where the monk of the Phantom Valley was

In another place, Bu Zhuowei has forced the great monk of the Refining Hall to a dead end, and the combat power of the great monk of the Refining Hall is not as good as that of Bu Zhuowei, not to mention that he is injured now, his two arms were cut off by Bu Zhuowei, and once the spirit sword pierced through the intestines, and the spiritual power attached to the sword almost knocked out the Yuan Ying.

The great monk of the refining hall was annoyed and angry, looked at Bu Zhuowei with resentment, and said angrily: "Bu Zhuowei, do you really want to force this seat to die with you?"

Bu Zhuo raised his eyebrows for the sword, and said frivolously: "Oh?

"Don't push me!"

The Grand Cultivator of the Refining Hall roared, and judging by his expression, he seemed to have made some kind of decision.

But

Bu Zhuowei laughed out loud: "Senior brother, can you succeed when you can blow yourself up?"

The Great Cultivator of the Refining Hall only felt stunned and sad.

That's right, it takes time to blow yourself up, and although it's a short time, there's no resistance in the slightest!

If you don't have this injury, you can use magic weapons and body techniques to simply delay it, and you can achieve a lore, but now that you have an injury, the preparation for self-explosion will have to take a lot more steps, and the time will naturally increase a lot.

For Bu Zhuowei, although this time is extremely short, it is enough to kill, after all, this step is a sword cultivation characterized by speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.

"If Senior Brother doesn't kill me, I can lead the Refining Sect to withdraw from this relic dispute. The Great Cultivator of the Refining Hall gave up his resistance and said in silence.

Bu Zhuowei was also silent for a while, then shook his head bluntly and refused: "Senior brother, just as you can't trust me, I can't trust you either." Besides, once you slaughtered my sect's minor cultivators, you never took care of my junior brother's face. ”

"The most important thing is that the senior brother quits or not, what the senior brother says doesn't count; there is a widely circulated sentence among mortals that the junior brother agrees with very much, that is, people are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves. This battle of Middle-earth, once joined, no one can retreat until the winner is decided. Bu Zhuowei said seriously, "I can't, senior brother can't, the Divine Sword Sect can't, and the Refining Weapon Hall naturally can't." ”

"It is worthy of being a genius of the Divine Sword Sect that is difficult to produce for a thousand years, you can see it thoroughly. The Great Cultivator of the Refining Hall smiled bitterly, and his voice became hoarse, "It's a pity, I was carried away by the interests on the second floor, if I hadn't been moved by the formation of the Heavenly Extreme Sect, if I hadn't come here, I wouldn't have been defeated so thoroughly today, and I wouldn't have been able to even do it with the power of my backhand." ”

"It's a pity that Senior Brother understood too late. Bu Zhuowei didn't have the slightest sympathy for him, and in order to prevent his Yuan Ying from escaping, the sword qi in the sky was like dense raindrops towards the Great Cultivator of the Refining Hall, "Senior brother also regrets it, but unfortunately, regret is cheap and useless." ”

After the rain of swords, the great monk of the Refining Hall died directly, the Yuan Infant was beheaded, and the thousand-year-old penance was destroyed in the present day.

In another battlefield, the old man crushed the three late Yuan Infant monks to death, and the three of them were beaten without the slightest strength to fight back, and the spells and magic weapons were exhausted, but the old man still looked at ease.

Bu Zhuowei didn't help, this time with the refining hall is not small, since there is a grudge, then these three people will never let go.

But to kill three people, one uncle is enough. It also plays a role in deterring the Middle Continent sect.

The old man's crutches seemed to be just a simple wave around, but the three of them couldn't catch the implied edge; they didn't have hole cards, and the late Yuan Infant was only a kick away from the great monk, so it was naturally impossible to go up and be killed by the old man, and directly end the battle.

But the three of them were indeed extremely aggrieved, obviously they were all in the late Yuan Infant period, but this old man was like an unfathomable great monk, and his attack was just right, blocking their attacks every time, and then counterattacking back.

After a long time, they naturally couldn't stand it, and this old man's combat experience was very old-fashioned, and in comparison, the three of them looked like fledgling naughty boys.

"Master Sword Marquis, the great monks of my faction have all been killed, so this matter will be stopped, how about it?" said one of the three as he dodged under pressure.

He was really frightened to the extreme, this old man was worthy of being a person who had fought with the lords of the three ancient countries in the last era, and in twenty or thirty rounds, he would definitely not be spared, and he would die under the opponent's staff!

"My old bones, if they don't move, maybe they'll step straight into the coffin at some point. It's hard to have a good time today, you three juniors don't respect the wishes of the old man?" the old man squinted his eyes and spoke, and his attack was a little more clever.

The three of them became more and more struggling, and they scolded in their hearts, you old stubbornness is happy, we can't be happy!

The great monk in the sect died in battle, and the sect was waiting for the three of them to return to preside over the overall situation, how could they die here so easily?

Thinking of this, the three of them glanced at each other, knowing that it was not a way to delay any longer, so they all abandoned their bodies on the second floor, and Yuan Ying fled and fled in three different directions!