The sky was surging down, and the waves shimmered like gold in the sun.

The sound of the bang in my ears echoed, and the layers of water curtains were like airtight walls, blocking everything in the air.

I only heard two sharp and thorough sword sounds, like the stubborn rocks by the stream that have been swept hundreds of times, and the sonorous sound that still makes when the bank is floating and sinking.

Those powers that transcended the mundane could naturally see clearly, and the two people in the air just glanced at each other, and the next moment a sword flew out.

This sword roar was their own response, a low howl of sword intent.

It was as if a corner of the canopy had been torn open, and the emerald blue water waves in mid-air were slashed through it, and the aftermath swayed in the underground preparation ground, responding to the continuous sound of swishing.

A deep, dark and straight hole appears in the center, with smooth, straight edges that make it seem like it has always been.

In mid-air, a sword provoked mountains and rivers, overwhelming the world, and the majesty made people's hearts tremble.

The three-foot white blade was as furious as a dragon, and his fierce momentum seemed to cut through all the horizontal resistance.

By the time the two visions were seen, the battle was over, and it was like a dream, turning into tiny fragments of light.

Rumble!

At this time, the curtain of water finally fell, like a sudden rainstorm.

Who won?

Everyone's eyes went back and forth in both directions, more often resting on the barley, as if longing for some kind of result.

Fang gradually left without saying a word, the terrifying sword intent on his body had disappeared,

But then, the faces of these people turned a little pale, and something called fright gradually flowed from some longing in their eyes.

In the countless eyes that tended to despair, Qing Barley's hands trembled, and a pair of eyes stared at Fang Yuanli, and finally he couldn't resist the tiredness of his eyes, and he fell weakly from the air.

The three-foot white front broke inch by inch, and the barley lay on his back on the ground, and the cold feeling spread all over his limbs.

Only he knew that the other party had done a lot of effort, and the result after knowing it was that he could no longer suppress the fear in his heart.

This is a crushing, from sword intent to cultivation, it seems that the person has been holding the cocoon until the previous seven steps out, and finally broke out of the cocoon into a butterfly.

The seventeenth son of Daozhou turned out to be not the most talented, and there are still such characters in the world......

Fang gradually took a deep breath and landed on the ground silently, causing countless people to retreat with every step he took.

He walked out of the spiritual ground and into the street, and the crowd cracked, and no one dared to stop him.

In his hand, what he held fiercely was the elixir that looked like a stone.

He won, he still won after all, so beautiful, so clean.

Now, who dares to disagree? Who dares to say that he is gradually detached from the seventeenth son of Daozhou?

Fang Yuanli's gaze was calm, although there was no attack, but when it swept over every face, it would cause that person's heart to tighten.

The seventeenth son of Daozhou, the first young sword cultivator in the Southern Regions, Qingbarley.

Defeated with a sword!

The loss is so complete, and the loss is so clear and frustrating!

Fang gradually departed......

This name echoes in everyone's heart, a name that may have been forgotten in the depths of their hearts.

It turned out that the name had not disappeared, and he had appeared in a more brilliant and dazzling posture, making fear vines crawl all over everyone's hearts!

Finally, it is interwoven into a cage, and the three characters engraved by the knife and axe are imprinted on it, shrouding a layer of fine shadows.

Then came the wind-like diffusion, where the name would eventually spread, dimming the sun and moon of the past.

The power in mid-air had a serious face, and some of the people had a riotous light in their eyes, and they could often see more.

In their eyes, the one who walked in the crowd, everyone feared like a tiger and wolf, was not a person, but a domineering Xinyang that was gradually rising and gradually replacing Xihui!

Another mountain rises, and the sound echoes throughout the area.

"Fang gradually left, and someone later. ”

A simple sentence seems to have overturned everyone's hearts.

And when the other powers saw another mountain that appeared in front of Fang gradually leaving him, it was like withered ice encountering an inextinguishable molten fire, and the riot in his eyes could only be extinguished unwillingly, helpless and ridiculous.

"Got your wish?" another mountain looked directly into Fang Yuan's eyes.

"I got my wish. Fang Yanli seemed to feel his palms trembling excitedly, and his heart had already flown away, going to the depths of the Southern Wilderness.

The woman who has been looking forward to it day and night, four years and seven months have passed, are you okay?

I'm coming back, and just today, I found hope for you. I will expel the darkness you fear, and those who are lonely will be expelled.

Those emotions that plague you day and night with compassion but warmth, we can finally bear it together!

For all this, what he did, who he defeated, how much pain he suffered, it doesn't matter at all.

Or rather, don't take it to heart.

"Good!"

Another mountain of robes danced wildly, and Ling Yan's will to the sky swept in all directions.

"The seventeenth son of Daozhou, Fang gradually left. ”

When the words fell, the entire Ancient Dharma Altar Mountain was silent, but no one spoke out against it.

When I looked again, the two figures had disappeared on the spot.

"Daojun ......," the Minghe boy spoke.

Qingbao Daojun stretched out his hand and waved, he remembered the only slightly revealed request from his master: This is another mountain, and he can't afford to provoke it.

His attitude even trampled out the last bit of embers, coughing one by one, and not squinting, as if he had never seen everything before.

Looking at the Ancient Dharma Altar Mountain, the turmoil was far from calm, and even exploded with a bang when Fang gradually separated and another mountain disappeared.

The barley lying on the ground with a faint breath was the center of the rest of his gaze.

Only Zhou Tianhua looked at the sky thoughtfully, and he thought of Jiang Chong and himself.

After a long time, when Jiang Chong stepped out of the first arch, he couldn't help but have some regret on his face.

It is worthy of hiding the Tianran Fortune Pill, and its inner world is fake and true, unless his realm is one percent higher, he can't see the name at all.

Before he had time to sigh, Jiang Chong suddenly noticed the movement below......

The second arch finally cracked, and the power of heaven and earth rushed out, and Chang Qing, who had a gloomy face, looked coldly at the woman opposite.

In Jin Yu'er's palm, a blue and purple eye blinked, indicating who was the winner among them.

"Jin You'er, we're not done!" Chang Qing put down the cruel words, Jin Fei'er had already become married, and the background that had surpassed himself completely exploded, and in that thrilling battle, he was finally unwilling to lose.

Jin Yu'er smiled softly and looked at the people around her.

At a glance, the Xuandan was actually taken away by someone, this will inevitably cause an uproar, right? What no one has been able to do for decades, she has done, and anyone has a faint pride in their hearts.

This is the vanity that even the seventeenth son of Daozhou can't avoid.

And yet—

No...... Didn't have one?

Despite the surprised gaze, the eyes of those people still fell on the man lying on the ground.

Is that barley? And ...... What about the third arch?

Jin Yu'er was stunned at first, and then her heart shook wildly.

Who is it? Who can thwart the barley? That person can't be standing here unharmed, could it be that he has been sent away to recuperate?

Jin Yu'er flew down, and a few elders just nodded to her, and Jin Yu'er had never seen it with a dejected look.

"What's going on?" Chang Qing asked a fellow disciple who hadn't participated in the Dan Capture.

When those three words popped out of his lips with difficulty and truth, Chang Qing's brain boomed, and he also looked at the barley who fell to the ground.

A wave of shame with jealousy, incomprehension, and horror was like a storm on his face, chaotic - a very funny and unbearable expression.

Well, that's ugly.