"Hahahaha, who is Daoyou, is there some misunderstanding with my Yuanyang Sword Sect, how can you pull down your son and deal with some juniors?" Before the few black dotted figures in the distance arrived, the voice came.

Qin Ziyang's eyes remained unchanged, and as soon as he stretched out his hand and pushed, he turned into a cloud of blood mist to surround Lin Ziyan's naked body, preventing it from spring.

In just a few breaths, those figures slowly arrived. Qin Ziyang took a look, in addition to the Qi cultivation period monk who spoke against him before, there were three other monks.

And these three monks are all in the foundation building period!

"Since you know that Qin is a foundation building monk and a Qi cultivator, then take a posture of respecting your seniors!" Qin Ziyang replied unceremoniously.

"Uncle Shi, he robbed me ......" The kid wanted to say something, but was immediately stopped by an old man beside him.

"Qin Daoyou, can you hear what I, an unsuccessful disciple, say, since you are a senior, how can you snatch the things of your juniors?" The old man obviously wanted to favor his disciple, and the other two foundation building monks also looked at Qin Ziyang with a mocking face, condescendingly.

"Yes, I robbed it, so what?" Qin Ziyang raised his eyes and said coldly.

"You ......" The disciple's eyes were stunned, and he had to stretch out his hand and point straight at Qin Ziyang, but he didn't know what to say.

The old man's eyes also changed, and he said gloomily: "Qin Daoyou, since you say so, isn't there to give me face from the Yuanyang Sword Sect......"

"How much is your Yuanyang Sword Sect's face worth? If you want to do it, then do it, Qin still has urgent matters!" Qin Ziyang unceremoniously interrupted the old man's words, and with a wave of his hand, two fierce flying swords immediately appeared on both sides of his side.

The old man laughed angrily, as an elder of the Yuanyang Sword Sect, when was he so contradicted, and the other party was only a foundation building early stage cultivator.

I heard from my nephew that this person has been building the foundation for less than three years, and he really thinks he is a genius?

"Look for death!"

The old man shouted angrily, and a golden flying sword immediately flew out of his hand, turning into a huge sword qi and slashing towards Qin Ziyang.

At the same time, he also shouted: "The two junior brothers will do it for the time being, let the old man educate and educate this Taoist friend with a big mouth!"

Qin Ziyang glanced up, shook his head slightly, and pointed at the Blood River Sword, and met the sword qi.

With a "boom", the sword qi and blood light collided and exploded in the air, splashing huge flames, forcing the figures of several people back continuously.

"Choke!"

With a sword groan, the Blood River Sword turned into a strange python again and rushed towards the old man in the sky. As the strange python swam, patches of thick blood mist also enveloped the two of them.

The old man's face was ugly, he had clearly felt that the spiritual weapon in Qin Ziyang's hand was much stronger than him, and he hurriedly controlled the flying sword to turn into a sword shield in front of him, resisting the strange python transformed by the Blood River Sword.

Then, he kept pinching the formula with both hands, and began to recite the Dharma in his mouth. As he moved, a streak of golden thread-like something appeared from the flying sword, and soon encircled the entire sword body.

As soon as the other two Yuanyang Sword Sect cultivators saw the old man like this, their eyes immediately changed, and they shouted: "Senior Brother Wang wants to lead Yuanyang Thunder, and the block will dodge!"

One person grabbed the Qi cultivation stage disciple, and in a few breaths, he flashed to a distance of more than ten zhang, looking at this place cautiously.

In the end, the old man's eyes also began to turn golden, and he shouted violently: "Yuanyang sword qi, lead it with your body." Brilliant Heavenly Might, Golden Snake Dance!"

After saying that, the golden flying sword suddenly became extremely bright, and a spiderweb-like golden lightning suddenly appeared from the sword body, spreading towards the blood mist that enveloped it. Almost instantly, it spread to the entire blood mist.

From a distance, it looks like a mirror has been smashed out of a large number of black cracks.

"Hahahaha, one of the secret methods of the old man's sect, Yuanyang Thunder is the most yang and strong thing. But you, a natural nemesis of dirty blood, dare to insult my Yuanyang Sword Sect, and it is not a pity to die!"

The old man roared wildly, and the mana of his whole body was sucked away by the flying sword, turning into golden lightning in the sky, constantly slashing into the blood mist.

Sure enough, as the golden lightning continued to slash out, the blood mist caused by the Blood River Sword dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a large number of scorched black pits that were split by lightning also appeared on the ground.

After a full cup of tea, the blood-red mist had long since dissipated, but the ground was densely packed with deep pits, and the surrounding trees were also struck by thunder and lightning.

"Is it dead?" the old man gasped deeply and looked down, wanting to find Qin Ziyang's figure.

"Uncle Wang is mighty, that kid was chopped into pieces by your trick Yuanyang Thunder, and he is no longer human!" As soon as the disciple in the Qi cultivation period saw this situation, he immediately came up and complimented.

The old man surnamed Wang took a deep breath, although there was a little strange in his heart, but a smile appeared on his face.

This Yuanyang Thunder is a first-class secret technique in the Yuanyang Sword Sect, and it is not allowed to be learned by people who are not gifted and intelligent. Even most of the Jindan ancestors in the sect also use this secret method when they usually fight.

Not only is the attack speed block powerful, but it also has a trace of evil-destroying attributes, and it naturally has a slight advantage over the evil demon cultivators.

"Uncle Wang, something is wrong!" Suddenly, another foundation building monk reminded, but his eyes were on the top of his head.

I saw that above the heads of several of them, a blood-red blood spot suddenly appeared, which began to expand at an extremely fast speed, like a birdcage falling from the sky.

"It's not good, it's a certain blood array, let's go!" The old man surnamed Wang's face changed greatly, and he shouted, and with a flash under his feet, he immediately rushed towards the outside of the formation. As for the Qi cultivation period cultivator standing next to him, he didn't even care!

"Click!"

A crisp sound came, and I saw that the old man had just rushed to the edge of the formation and was hit straight by the blood light, and the golden light on his body flashed wildly, constantly flickering.

His face was ugly, and the golden flying sword shot out, splashing a burst of fire when it hit the blood light.

"Damn!" he cursed, only to see that the blood-light birdcage soon enveloped his entire body. In less than three breaths, a semicircular birdcage-like blood ball was formed, trapping the four monks of the Yuanyang Sword Sect firmly in it.

At this time, Qin Ziyang appeared next to the blood-colored birdcage with Lin Ziyan's figure half-armed, Qin Ziyang playfully looked at the few people trapped in the blood-colored birdcage, and waved with one hand.

Three different rays of light shot out, and the Blood River Sword, the Forest Sword, and the Blazing Blue Banner shot at the three positions of this blood-colored formation.

"Hehe, use the flag as a sword, and lay down the three-talent annihilation sword formation in the Seven Killing and Slaughtering Sword, the first killing weapon of the Barbarian Mountain Road, although the power is less than one-ten-thousandth of the main master, but it is enough to deal with you and wait for you!"

Qin Ziyang retracted his smile, the cold light in his eyes was still the same, his hands kept pinching, and then he pressed this blood array!

"Huhu!

Bursts of blood-colored flames suddenly rose from the formation, like poisonous snakes, constantly climbing upward, and soon enveloped the blood-colored bird cage.

Under the illumination of the blood-colored flames, it was Qin Ziyang's expressionless face, and Lin Ziyan's respectful eyes like a god. [.]