Senior Brother Gao's face was cold, and he turned to the white-clothed monk with the long sword on his back and said, "Good means, worthy of being a thousand-year-old killing monk, I don't have talent, I want to get one or two." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked. In the past few decades, the thousand-year-old killing monks have caused countless waves in the Yunxiao Continent, but the various sects only know that these monks are dressed in white, and the ice and fire attributes are amazing, but most of them have never seen them. As soon as Senior Brother Gao said this, everyone believed it a little.

You must know that although the fighting method is conceited of life and death, this man in white is too spicy, after all, the door of this hall has not yet been opened, and everyone may need to work together at that time. If this person is a thousand-year-old monk, it makes sense. When these monks came to the Cloud Continent, they were killed, and they often had some rare means, so they were not afraid of this matter at all, and it was normal to arrive.

The white-clothed monk with the long sword on his back was covered with a layer of evil aura on his face, and he didn't answer, he pulled out the long sword, and the human sword merged and slashed straight over. The sword slashed out, and I saw an ice Jiao rushing straight over. Each piece of the ice Jiao's scale armor contained Sen Sen's sword qi.

As soon as Senior Brother Gao pinched the magic trick, the scimitar flew out, and in an instant, there was a sea of fire within a radius of dozens of zhang. Only a dragon's groan was heard, and the scimitar turned into a fiery dragon. When the fire dragon and ice Jiao collided together, they all died together and became invisible. A sea of fire rushed over and surrounded the two of them. The white-clothed monk's sword flew, and another ice Jiao was generated, protecting him.

At this time, everyone saw the real supernatural power of this senior brother Gao, he was in the sea of fire, casting the fire escape technique, and it seemed that it was better than the thunder escape technique of the monk surnamed Ning who had just fallen. In a short time, the range of movement of the white-clothed monk Bingjiao shrank from three feet in front of him to within three feet of his body.

Senior Brother Lei let out another long roar, and with a shake of the scimitar, it turned into more than a thousand sword lights, turned into a wave of swords, and surged towards the white-clothed monk in the sea of fire. The white-clothed monk pinched the spell again, and the ice Jiao curled up in a ball and burst open, but it split in two. It was the right person who dealt with the monk surnamed Ning.

Sure enough, after this magic power was cast, the situation changed immediately, the sword wave was immediately frozen, and the sea of fire within ten zhang of his body was immediately extinguished. Seeing this, everyone thought that this person's strongest supernatural power was probably this, but the power was really good.

But at this moment, Senior Brother Gao suddenly appeared within a kilometer of the white-clothed monk's body for some reason, and the palm of his right hand turned into a sharp blade, and there were flames flying on it, slashing at the white-clothed monk's neck.

Seeing that this palm was about to cut off the head of the white-clothed monk, the white-clothed monk's long sword appeared in front of Senior Brother Gao's eyes, and in just a moment, Senior Brother Gao's head was cut off. The headless corpse pounced and fell to the ground, the flaming palm several feet deep into the ground.

At this moment, everyone never expected that this long-sword white-clothed monk would actually turn the tables, and for a while, they were all stunned. At this moment, everyone could see clearly that although this person's magical power was not weak, this long sword was really a treasure, and without this sword, he might not even be able to win it as a monk surnamed Naning.

The white-clothed monk won two games in a row, and went back to rest. That day, a monk of the Sword Sect shouted, "These people are thousand-year-old killing monks, and they can't be allowed to get out alive." It's just that after he finished saying this, except for the monks of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the rest of the people didn't seem to hear it.

Everyone knew very well in their hearts that the Sword Sect was the landlord of this place that day, if they couldn't get this treasure, it would be a life-and-death kill out of this hall, and these six thousand years of killing monks would be a great help. As for these six people harming the cultivation world in the future, that is already a matter of the future.

After a few more fights on the field, more than three hours slowly passed. Then the white-clothed monk, who was carrying the sword, stepped forward again and said, "Which one has come to teach?"

Senior Sister Mei of the Divine Sword Palace stepped forward and said, "The little girl is not talented, come and learn the lesson!" Everyone saw it and knew that this was another endless fight.

The white-clothed monk with the long sword on his back sneered: "If you die, the Divine Sword Palace will be completely wiped out, and no one will bring a word back." ”

The woman surnamed Mei seemed to have a layer of frost on her face, and said, "Wait until you win this battle." Her arms were slightly spread, the clothes on her body were raised, and the countless plum blossoms embroidered on them shone brightly, turning into countless throwing knives, instantly drowning the white-clothed monk.

The white-clothed monk's sword shook in the air, and then turned into an ice dragon, protecting his whole body. It's just that this female monk surnamed Mei is so swift and incoherent that three of her knives have already penetrated and stabbed the white-clothed monk's body.

I only heard three dings, and the three flying knives turned invisible. The white-clothed monk was heartbroken, and said secretly: "Look at her, this magic power is not under the person just now, if it weren't for my spirit armor to protect my body, I'm afraid that I would have been injured at this moment." ”

The female cultivator surnamed Mei was even more surprised, this person not only has a long sword, but also has high-grade armor on his body, if he wants to win, he is afraid that it will be even more difficult.

However, she was saddened by the death of two of her classmates, and she did not hesitate to make a move. But I saw her figure flying, like the wind blowing willow catkins, and the water sending duckweed, and her body flickered east and west, advancing and retreating, and fluttering around the white-clothed monk. The flying knives in the sky are even more scattered and open, changeable, sometimes fierce and domineering, as if they have the ability to open mountains and break the sea, sometimes soft and weird, like a hundred ghosts walking at night.

When everyone saw this, they all thought: "The flying knife has been used to this point, and I am afraid that it will reach the peak in the Jindan period, and it is worthy of being a disciple of the Divine Sword Palace." No wonder, in the case of the fall of the two fellow disciples, this woman surnamed Mei still wants to take revenge. The disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect even thought: "No wonder the Divine Sword Palace is far superior to the Heavenly Sword Sect, just such a woman has such a ability." ”

The two fought for a few more moments, and the white-clothed monk was stabbed several times, one of which was stabbed in the leg, and blood flowed immediately. The white-clothed monk said secretly: "If I don't end this fight as soon as possible, I'm afraid I will lose at her hands." ”

With a move of his right hand, the long sword fell into his palm, and the human sword merged, turning into a snow-white sword rainbow and slashing straight through. The flying knives of the female cultivator surnamed Mei gathered in the air and turned into a peacock. The peacock's tail opened, and it instantly turned into a giant fan.

The sword was slashing at the giant fan, and only a few clicks were heard, and a few fine lines appeared on the giant fan, but the sword was finally blocked. At this moment, the giant fan was suddenly covered with a layer of ice, and in an instant, the entire peacock was frozen into an ice sculpture, and it fell to the ground with a bang.

The sword flashed, and the sword slashed again, and the momentum was so great that it was still above Fang Cai. The female cultivator surnamed Mei seemed to have taken precautions, and her body retreated instantly. The sword light chased after him, and he was about to nail the female cultivator to the ground alive.

Senior Brother Leng's face changed, and he shouted, "Stop, let's admit defeat!" At this time, another thousand-year-old killing monk whose facial features were somewhat similar to the white-clothed monk on the field had already flown out, and an ice shield came up. The female cultivator surnamed Mei raised her hand at this time, and a red light flew out.

With a bang, the red light shattered the ice shield and turned it into a sea of fire, wrapping the two white-clothed monks together, and instantly turning into ashes. Everyone present was shocked, this red light was no less than a blow from the Yuan Infant Monk.

Senior Brother Leng was furious and said, "Didn't we already admit defeat?"

The female cultivator surnamed Mei sneered: "You shouted to admit defeat, but he still didn't have his hand, can I not be restrained?"

Senior Brother Leng was speechless for a while, unable to speak. Du Ziping secretly said in his heart: "This girl surnamed Mei is cunning, lest she use this method early to make the other party find out and deliberately withdraw far away." However, this thousand-year-old killing monk must have suffered the loss of this red light, otherwise this female cultivator would not have been discovered by this senior brother Leng before she emitted the red light. ”

There was a humane in the crowd: "This is the Flame God Thunder, may I ask Mei Daoyou, what do you call Mei Yijian's predecessor of the Divine Sword Palace?"

The nun surnamed Namei said: "That's my father." ”

When the man heard this, he just said oh, and then he said no more.

This Senior Brother Leng was going to step forward for revenge, but he was quite jealous of the flame god thunder of the female cultivator surnamed Mei, and he was not half sure that he could resist it, so he had to retreat, hoping that others would come forward to challenge and exhaust the other party's flame god thunder, and he would make another move. But when others saw the power of this flame god thunder, who dared to step forward to challenge?

In another battle, the two monks of the Black-Cloaked Society were defeated one after another. That day, the Golden Light Divine Sword of the Sword Sect said coldly: "The Black Cloth Society is so famous, it turns out that it is nothing more than that. ”

At this time, the Dharma Destroying Monk said: "What, Tong Daoyou thinks that the black clothes will be wiped out?"

The Golden Light Divine Sword was stunned for a moment and said, "Is there anyone else?"

The monk who destroyed the law did not answer, and stepped forward, and the monk who had defeated the black-clothed society just now said: "The black-clothed society will destroy the law, and lead the benefactor to make a good move." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked, this Dharma destroying monk has been appearing as a loose cultivator, and he never expected that he would be a member of the Black-clothed Society. The two black-clad monks were even more surprised and delighted. They had known that their elder brother had been in the area for years, but they had never seen him either.

The monk on the other side was a fat old man. The old man was stunned for a moment, and said: "I have heard the name of the master of the Dharma Destroying for a long time, but I don't know that it is a member of the Black-clothed Society, so please be merciful." ”

The Dharma Exterminator said, "Please!"

The fat old man knew that the method of destroying the monk was extremely strong, so he sacrificed the magic weapon. His magic weapon was a golden brick, which emitted ten thousand rays of light in the air and smashed straight down. Someone next to him whispered: "The magic weapon of the golden brick has been refined to this point, this blow, I'm afraid there is no strength of tens of thousands of catties?"

The Dharma Destroying Monk intended to show his might, but I saw him shouting, his body was full of golden light, and a big golden light hand rose from his head, which he clenched in the air and met it with a fist.

With a bang, the brick rolled back. The golden fist paused slightly in the air and struck again. The old man couldn't dodge, and with a little finger, the gold brick stopped above his head.

There was another thud, and the brick fell swiftly and incoherently. The old man was so frightened that he put a handle and a wooden shield to stop the gold brick.

Unbeknownst to him, the golden brick had just fallen on the wooden shield, and the golden fist had also fallen. With a loud bang, this punch, together with the gold bricks, smashed the wooden shield to pieces, and fell on the old man's head, and suddenly, the old man's brain burst and he died.