In Dongting Lake, above Jun Mountain. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info The moon is in the sky, and the big stars are dotted in the sky, exuding a splendor with a cool meaning. The four elders of the beggar gang in Xuanyuan Terrace were constantly in shape at this time, and the bamboo canes in their hands were already damaged. But at this time, the four people did not put their eyes on the bamboo cane in their hands at all, only to see that the four people at this time and even the people under the Xuanyuan Stage, the bright eyes were all looking at the white figure in the sky.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing seems to have stagnated in the air, and the gravitational pull of the earth does not seem to have the slightest effect on him who is stopped in the air at this moment, Zhao Zhijing at this moment is like the legendary immortal god who walks against the wind, with the help of the slightest power of the flowing wind in the air, he stood in the air for a short time, exuding a breath that does not belong to mortals.

Zhao Zhijing in the air, with a smile on his face. The moonlight in the sky fell on his body at this moment, making his figure seem to be much larger, and the slightly dancing robe made him look even more heroic.

In Zhong's eyes, Zhao Zhijing at this moment held his palm on the quaint hilt, and a strange aura emanated from Zhao Zhijing's body. The previous pressure like a celestial dragon god elephant is gone, but at this time, everyone feels that there is a sharp long sword hanging above their heads, as long as it falls, their lives are not in their hands, and only the end of life is ushered in.

Zhao Zhijing's arm holding the hilt of the sword gradually stepped forward and pulled the Purple Emperor sword out of its scabbard. The purple jade-like sword body shone with beautiful rays of light under the moonlight, and the dream-like Purple Emperor Sword was slowly pulled out inch by inch from the sword scabbard.

As the long sword in his hand gradually appeared in front of everyone's eyes, the sword-like coercion also continued to grow stronger, just as the long sword hanging above his head became condensed from the illusory, from small to huge.

The crisp sound is like a clear spring flowing in the mountain, like a drop of water falling on the bluestone, this beautiful sound sounds. The Purple Emperor Sword was finally pulled out of its scabbard at this moment, and the sword body that was more than three feet tall glowed with wisps of deep purple brilliance under the moonlight. The wisps of purple qi surrounded the purple jade-like sword body. Suddenly, everyone on Jun Mountain felt that the wisps of purple qi were like falling on the skin, and the slightest stinging pain came.

Zhao Zhijing, who had the Purple Emperor Sword in his hand, had the same smile on his face. Just looked at the four elders of the Beggar Gang standing on the Xuanyuan Platform with grim faces at this time, and saw the severity and the slightest hint of jealousy and panic in their eyes. At this moment, Zhao Zhijing slowly spoke: "Seniors, take me a sword!"

The voice sounded, and the innate god sitting on the five-colored lotus of the sea opened his slightly closed eyes at this moment. The phantom shadows of the two five-colored lotus flowers flashed in the pupils of the Innate God. The innate god, who did not have the slightest expression on his face, rushed out of his nostrils at this moment with two long snakes of gold and silver.

The two long snakes of gold and silver seemed to have thoughts, and an invisible sound sounded in the sea of knowledge. The next moment, I saw two long snakes wrapping around the divine sword that the Innate God had placed on his knees. Suddenly, I saw that the gold and silver on the divine sword exuded a yin and yang atmosphere. The innate god who held the divine sword in one hand waved lightly in the sea of consciousness.

It's too late, it's all done in a flash of light. The Purple Emperor Sword, which was glowing with wisps of purple mist under the moonlight, appeared at this moment with two long snakes of gold and silver, and the aura emitted was like the innate divine snake in myths and legends.

Zhao Zhijing, who was standing in the air, said slowly with a slightly open mouth: "A congenital sword!" The voice was slight, but the Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand had already slashed out, and the two innate expressions that were suddenly wrapped around the sword body suddenly soared at this moment, and the three-foot snake body turned into a giant of several feet at this moment.

At this moment, two gold and silver innate swords were entangled with each other, like a mythical pair of scissors. Jian Gang approached, the strength of the power was like the ancient sacred mountain, and the towering divine mountain went straight into the sky, this invisible force pressed the four elders of the beggar gang on the Xuanyuan platform on the Xuanyuan platform, and at this moment, there were already wisps of sweat on the foreheads of the four people. There was already a hint of horror in his eyes.

Boom! Boom! Jian Gang attacked, like a congenital god scissors, twisted the towering Xuanyuan platform, the bluestone cast Xuanyuan platform suddenly cracked at this moment, and pieces of broken stones **** out everywhere at this moment, making a roaring sound in the air.

One by one, the many beggar disciples standing under the Xuanyuan Stage, at this moment, suddenly from their hearts to watch the play is also a sense of danger, if the sharp arrow-like **** gravel touches the death or injury, suddenly the people standing under the Xuanyuan Terrace are like a ripe ear of wheat, cut by the sharp sickle in the farmer's hand, row by row.

The many beggar disciples who stood under the Xuanyuan platform were a little immune, and the four people standing on the Xuanyuan platform were naturally not spared. As Zhao Zhijing's sword fell, the swords that scattered one after another, like sharp needles, suddenly came to the four people.

Suppressing the strong jealousy and fear in his heart, the bamboo cane in the hands of the four people did not stop. The dancing stick shadow is like a rotating wheel, repelling the **** qi and fine needles. But as there were more and more fine needles, the bamboo cane in the hands of the four people naturally couldn't block every energy, and there were naturally wisps of scars on their bodies.

The moonlight is still bright, and the big stars hanging in the sky are still shining. When everyone came back to their senses, the debris in the sky was gone, and the smoke and dust had dissipated in the air.

Looking at it, a figure stood straight on the Xuanyuan platform in the haze, and the towering Xuanyuan platform under the moonlight had been cut in half by Zhao Zhijing with a sword at this moment, and the huge crack was like a huge scar, deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone. The white figure still had an indifferent smile on his face, and he didn't have the slightest domineering attitude of drawing his sword.

But at this time, many beggar disciples, looking at the figure on the Xuanyuan platform, their eyes were full of intense horror, and some of the fluttering immortal figures were not immortal, but murderous and evil like the Nine Hells. The figure that looked like a demon god before was already deeply imprinted in their hearts, just like a demon in their hearts. Every moment is reminding everyone that the figure on the Xuanyuan platform is not a gentle person, but under its gentle face is a god and demon-like supernatural power, as long as there is the slightest offense, it will be followed by the danger of falling stars. (To be continued.) )