Xun Yu's face was pale, and the silver pen in his hand was pointed out again and again, and the black ink flew, forming a plain picture scroll in the sky.

envelope

town

kill

Three big characters are formed under his pen, the pen hook is like a front, walking the momentum of the dragon and snake, and hooking the power of heaven and earth.

The seal fell, and many dense runes were born out of thin air in the void, which were directly manifested by the law, blocking the space around the Taiyuan real person.

The word Zhen is in the air, the powerful suppressive power falls from the sky, and the invisible power envelops the body of Taiyuan Zhenren, Wei Jing only feels that the power around his body is suppressed in an instant, and even the flow of qi and blood in his body is slowing down by not knowing how much, and the sword qi around his body has a faint tendency to collapse.

The word killing manifested, and the murderous aura surged from the sky like a tide, turning into all kinds of killing soldiers, swords, guns, axes, hooks, forks, clubs and other eighteen kinds of weapons were in it, the blades were cold, and the cold light flickered.

Xun Yu's means cannot be underestimated, and the Confucian righteousness manifested in his hands is extraordinary.

Braille into soldiers, in order to attract the power of heaven and earth.

The stroke of pen and ink is to kill a piece.

Only the reverence of the mind is emanated, and under the perception of the primordial god, the space around the body is full of the power of the law, although it has not yet reached the level of great perfection.

seal

repression

slaughter

"Sonorous", the green bamboo sword erupted in his hand with a burst of violent sword roars, the cyan sword was trembling, Xun Yu exerted all his strength, but he hadn't come up with his real skills yet.

As soon as his mind moved, the space around him was immediately filled with huge sword rules, turning into a three-inch-long sword light.

The oppression in the body was gone, and the qi and blood around the body flowed, letting out a dull roar, like a wide river rushing in the body.

The most chilling Ice Xuan Sword Qi poured out from the three hundred and sixty-five points around his body, forming a vast torrent of white sword qi.

It was a terrifying scene, his body was like a piece of jasper, exuding a faint clear light, surging power spread out from every pore, the void was shaking, and the white Dao robe was shaken and bulged.

The green bamboo sword in his hand has long been unable to see the existence of the sword body, and what he is holding in his hand is a bleak sword light, as grand as the moon.

"Boom", Wei Jing took a step forward, the void under his feet exploded, his body leaned forward slightly, the muscles on his arms bulged, like dragons, the green muscles soared, his eyes were blazing, and he exuded a confused sword light.

"Poof", the green bamboo sword slashed through a mysterious trajectory, and the void in front of him was torn open a pitch-black crack.

The sword of the sky poured, the cold moon hung high, the sword was like a heavenly river pouring down, crossing the void, the sky within thousands of zhang turned into a vast expanse, countless sword lights rose at once, rolling blood gushed, turned into wolf smoke, and rose into the sky.

The Heavenly Sword Technique in the Three Techniques of Shu Mountain burst out with extreme power in his hands, and the sword that evolved from his sword cultivation shook the world.

"Boom"

"Sonorous"

"Sneer"

All kinds of violent noises were entangled, colliding and rolling up the smoke and dust in the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

On the carriage, Qiu Ci held the fairy sword, staring motionlessly at the figure of Wei Jing on the sky.

The dazzling sword light stung her eyes, and a pair of beautiful eyes were still wide open, for fear of missing a little detail.

The blade of the green bamboo sword came into her mind, and the trajectory of the swing was like a white mark, and her thoughts flew around, deeply falling into the charm of this sword.

This sword is called the Heavenly Sword Technique, and she will do it, but the sword in her hand and the sword in front of her are like a world apart, and the power is 108,000 miles apart.

There was a hint of fascination on her cold face, the Yuan Shen was already appreciating this sword, and her comprehension of the Heavenly Sword Technique was growing rapidly.

Above the nine-fold clouds, Wei Jing's gaze skimmed down, and then he stood up with his sword, tearing open the seal with a sword.

The seal of the sky is gone,

Another sword swinged,

The town word turned into powder,

The third sword is slashed out,

The word killing followed, and the killing sword soldiers dissipated, turning into wisps of murderous aura, and merging into the green bamboo sword.

The smoke of the three swords is broken, and everything is empty.

Wei Jing stepped on the void, like a touch of lightning, holding the sword towards Xun Yu to kill, the cold blade of the sword refracted the piercing sword, the cold air was sad and cold, deep into the bone marrow.

Xun Yu's complexion changed greatly, and the silver pen in his hand pointed out, tearing open the air one by one with uncast energy.

"Bell"

Wei Jing's bamboo sword slashed out thousands of sword qi in an instant, and his figure was like a flying dragon, unstoppable.

"Bang", the tip of the sword fell in front of Xun Yu, blocked by a silver mang, and the next moment, the silver pen was broken into two sections from the middle, and Xun Yu also took this opportunity to temporarily escape the shroud of the sword.

He hurriedly shouted at the old monk and Zhuang Bucai: "The demon Dao is powerful, and I ask the two Taoist friends to take action and kill this fang with me." ”

The old monk and Zhuang Bucai heard Xun Yu's call for help, glanced at each other, no longer hesitated, and hurriedly rose against the wind and killed towards Wei Jing.

"Demon Dao, suffer death. The old monk raised his hand and blasted out a huge "swastika" Buddha seal, and the huge power was terrifying.

A jade-colored whisk of dust appeared in Zhuang Bucai's hand, and when he waved, thousands of white silk turned into thousands of zhang long, pumping in the void, the air exploded, the roar was endless, and the dust was like a surge, this time, it was enough to pump the mountain in half.

Wei Jing's figure was blocked, and he was not killing Xun Yu, if he was to kill Xun Yu and was hit, it would be more than worth the loss.

"Boom", he turned around, the green bamboo sword slashed out in the blink of an eye, and the sharp blade tore the Buddha seal that came over, and at this time, Zhuang Bucai's dust had already arrived in front of his eyes.

"Hmph", his eyes showed a cold light, and the sword qi in his left hand swirled, turning into a white sword lotus the size of a zhang.

The sword lotus collided with the whisk fiercely, each petal of the lotus flower was condensed by countless terrifying sword qi, and between the turns, like sharp sawtooth, all the white silk was broken, and after a few breaths, the whisk in Zhuang Bucai's hand became bare.

"Let's come together, how can one be enough to kill this seat. Wei Jing laughed loudly, his long black hair danced wildly behind his head, the blade of the green bamboo sword had turned red, as if it was stained with blood, and the sword body was wrapped around a divine dragon that seemed to be nothing, roaring with teeth and claws.

It's just that this laughter fell into the ears of the three of them, but it turned into naked ridicule, especially Xun Yu, whose face was even more ashamed, he was beaten so embarrassed by a monk who had been famous for a long time by a person who seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"Kill this fang"

He took the lead, and his chest gushed out with righteous qi, turning into a mountain peak and pressing on the body of Taiyuan Zhenren.

The old monk took out a demon pestle from his robe and threw it out, and it rose in the wind, turning into the size of a hundred zhang, shining with golden light, and falling on his head.

Zhuang Bucai gave up the dust, pinched the Dao Jue, and a shining fairy sword appeared on his chest, and the next moment, the sword was like a dragon, and it slashed straight towards Taiyuan.

"Give it to me"

Wei Jing roared angrily, and he actually carried the mountain of Haoran's righteousness with his body, his body ignited a raging blood and true fire, and his right hand slapped on the mountain, and the seven wounded fists exploded, and the mountain exploded inch by inch.

"Kill", another angry shout, a powerful murderous aura gushed out of his body, turning into a blood-colored smoke cloud, the green bamboo sword was like being lifted from the sea of blood, the blood-colored sword qi slashed out, tearing the sky and the earth, the sword qi fell on the vajra, the murderous aura extinguished the Buddha's light, and the powerful golden steel pestle flew out.

"Zheng Zheng"

The sound of the sword sounded in his ears, and a fairy sword became bigger and bigger in his eyes, Wei Jing's eyes contracted, and suddenly a finger pointed out, and the fingertips collided with the fairy sword.

"Bell", his fingers bent, and with a flick of his fingers on the sword body of the flying sword, the flying sword was immediately devoured by thunder, let out a wail, and fell straight down, and the sword spirit inside had been directly wiped out by him with his domineering sword intent.

"Poof", Zhuang Bucai spit blood in his mouth, his eyes were horrified, and he hurriedly took back the flying sword, and the baby who saw him with his life was damaged, and he was not happy.

"Ten Thousand Swords"

Wei Jing's figure stood in the sky, the blood-colored blade swirling between his hands.

The aura and murderous aura between heaven and earth frantically surged over and gathered around him.

In just three or two breaths, a blood-colored torrent was formed, and thousands of blood-colored sword qi appeared out of thin air, hovering around his body.

With a push of Wei Jing's palm, the torrent split into three, turning into three hideous blood-colored dragons, rushing towards Xun Yu, Zhuang Bucai, and the old monk.

An earth-shattering roar.

"Kill"

His figure turned into a wisp of blood and disappeared into the sky.