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www.xSHUOTXT.Com "He is the righteous son of the sixth brother, and he is the common descendant of my seven scattered immortals." He's been in the Cave for ten years, you know?" said the Loose Scatterer casually. He was still staring intently at the momentum in the field, frowning aimlessly and muttering to himself: "Not to mention the rapid progress in martial arts, the true qi of that body seems to be very different from before. This force doesn't seem to be an ordinary internal force, what is it?"

"What's that, Dad, what's wrong with you?" Bai Ling's eyes flickered, and he asked with a full of questions.

"After this battle is over, my father will tell you about Yu'er, and now we must protect your uncles. The people woke up in shock, and suddenly found that several people were quietly approaching around them. Although they could not see their direct approach, they were indeed more than half a foot closer than they had been at the beginning. This made him can't help but secretly curse a few people for being cunning and cunning.

"Master, we seem to have been discovered, should we immediately rush over and take down a few old fellows?" said the masked young man in a thin voice.

"Wait, it's not the right time. The Confucian monarch turned his gaze, and the same sound was like a mosquito and a fly.

At this time, the Confucian Monarch suddenly looked at Qian Lingzi, and he didn't know what he was thinking when his head swayed slightly. Qian Lingzi also smiled meaningfully.

Jiao Xiong, who was in the golden light, suddenly stared, and a feeling of extreme danger came to his mind. In the face of the sword shadow in the sky, a very strong sense of retreat arose, but he was already difficult to ride the tiger.

The protective power formed by Tiangang's true qi and Tiangang's golden armor is so strong, once it is activated, it is already beyond the scope of what he can control. Now, instead of being beneficial, you will suffer from it, and you will inevitably be shocked by the residual strength of the harvest. When the time comes, you don't need young people to make a move, and you will have to break your roots.

Jiao Xiong subconsciously glanced around the altar, and helplessly found that the other nine people who had originally entered the altar together had retreated far away, looking like they were standing by. In addition to scolding in his heart, he laughed at himself for his popularity.

The white-robed young man glanced deeply at Jin Sè again, and said lightly: "Give you another chance, take out the medicine and let you go! Don't think that I won't kill you, I can save a few of my uncles without medicine." ”

Jiao Xiong still didn't say a word, as if he had made up his mind and didn't want to compromise at all.

However, no one knew the pain in his heart at this time, not because he didn't say it, but because he had no strength to speak.

The handsome face of the white-robed young man finally sank completely, as if he didn't want to say anything more. He waved his hands around, and with a flash of purple light, countless sword shadows pressed towards the place where Jiao Xiong was standing.

The sword shadow was flying, and the area around the scorched bear's golden cover was completely immersed in the swirling sword shadow.

"Do it!" the Confucian Monarch shouted softly, suddenly turning around and rushing towards the altar stone pier. He was followed by the Master of Yuba, the Masked Youth, and the Elder Kumu.

Seeing this, the corners of Qian Lingzi's mouth rose slightly, but he still didn't move, and even had a sense of watching the excitement. He stretched out his hand to stop the black-clothed masked men who stepped out behind him, and whispered, "Wait, it's not time yet." ”

The white-robed young man suddenly heard the shouting, and couldn't help but look back at the place where the sound started, but what caught his eyes was the four figures that had already attacked the center of the altar. He couldn't help but snort coldly, his hands were quickly clenched, and the sword shadow that surrounded the golden sè light ball suddenly changed the direction of the sword tip, and stabbed down towards the golden sè light ball with a ten-thousand-strong momentum.

Then, the white-robed young man flashed backwards, and at this moment, he pointed out three rays of light to the sky in a row.

"Knock, knock, knock......" The three sounds of the wooden fish sounded suddenly, and then an extremely violent momentum was violently pressed down.

"Not good!" the Confucian Monarch secretly shouted that it was not good, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead. With three muffled sounds, his body was already pressed with great force, and there was a sense of pressure in his heart, and every step he took became extremely difficult.

The sound of the piano in Mei Lingxuan's hand suddenly stopped, and her whole body became extremely heavy, where could she still stroke the piano freely.

After three muffled sounds, Qiu Yeyu's face turned slightly pale. However, the handsome god became more and more determined, and there was a faint shè in his eyes.

In an instant, the great force disappeared, and the pressure that oppressed the body and mind also disappeared. The heroes were all shocked and inexplicable, and couldn't help but think that if the white-robed young man used this trick to deal with them, how could he still have the slightest power to resist.

In fact, they were all wrong, this move was caused by the white-robed young man who stimulated most of the origin spiritual power at one time, which was extremely costly. Even if the young man has never used his spiritual power like this since he cultivated it, where would he use it to hurt the enemy?

After these three sounds, the white-robed young man had flashed in front of the four people who were attacking through the gap.

At this time, a turquoise long sword slowly fell half a foot in front of the young man, and the purple sword shadow surged out with an overwhelming momentum.

Immediately after, the white-robed young man clenched his fist and struck forward, and a bang came when the fist and sword were handed over, and the countless purple sword shadows roared forward.

The Confucian Monarch hurriedly clenched his fist and smashed it forward, and the fist wind brought a yīn wind out with a grin, and in the blink of an eye, a thick wall of qi was formed in front of him, and a stream of snow-white green smoke rose on it.

The masked young man held the "traceless" in his hand, and the red light burst out, and a rushing aura. In the blink of an eye, red light overflowed, as if a shield wrapped the masked young man's whole body tightly.

The man on the bean curd bamboo held a long whip in his hand, and the crackling sound was loud, and the colorful whip shadow continued to conjure, waving in all directions with the arrogance of a ghost crying wolf. In less than a moment, every space around him was shrouded in the shadows of the countless whips.

Elder Kumu held the judge's pen in his hand and kept pointing out, and the inky black sè light flashed out, although the stars were evenly distributed around, just right to envelop him.

The moment everyone had just set up their protection, countless purple sword shadows surged in, and the sound of impact erupted continuously.

The sword shadow swayed, as if looking for a breakthrough, and wandered around the four of them.

The four people who launched the defense suddenly felt a sharp increase in pressure, and their whole bodies seemed to be crawling with crawlers. The protection around him gradually subdued, but the purple sword shadows around him did not decrease at all.

The white-robed young man watched coldly, a wave of anger permeated his whole body, and there was no hesitation in his eyes, and he already hated the four sneak attackers.

Suddenly, a miserable scream spread throughout the four fields, and Jiao Xiong finally couldn't resist the attack of the strange sword shadow. The golden ball of light was already in tatters, and the surface of the light had become extremely dim.

And the golden armor on Jiao Xiong's body is also in tatters. The sword hole was terrifying, and bright red blood flowed out.

There were three sword shadows piercing around the dilapidated golden ball of light, and the humming sound was endless. The sword was slowly moving towards Jiao Xiong at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it seemed that it was about to break through the protection of the light ball, which meant that it had to be put to death.

The purple sword shadows surrounding the other four people still wandered around them, and everywhere they passed slowly dimmed, and they could collapse and disappear at any time.

The four of them all had a feeling that they were about to suffocate their strength, and in that sword shadow, there seemed to be an inexplicable suction force that continuously sucked away the true qi emitted by the defensive shield, and they had to constantly replenish the wear and tear of the protective shield wall.

Xiaoyaosan's eyes couldn't help but light up, staring in disbelief at the protection of the four masters of the Dongwu Alliance, which was slowly fading, and couldn't help but think of his own self-created secret technique of absorbing power, but there were many differences.

In terms of fighting alone, it can be said that the Xiaoyaosan people themselves are completely unsure of winning any of them, let alone four at a time. But there was a one-sided scene of fighting alone in front of him, even if he was usually a little arrogant, he could only retreat to the second line with self-deprecation.

From Mei Lingxuan's cold face, there was a transcendent and arrogant aura that surpassed all things, and the clear sound of the guqin once again came out from her slender fingertips, casting a peaceful aura on this bloody altar land.

The white-robed young man suddenly stretched out his hand into the void and made a move, and an incomparably verdant transparent flute slowly fell into his hand. The young man flicked the flute lightly, and the long sound of the flute protruded, but it was so soft and innocent. The flute itself is even greener, as if it has been injected with some kind of high-spirited new force.

The white-robed young man gently threw it back, and the jade flute flew away towards the scattered people. After simply saying "Five uncles, take it", the young man stood with his hands behind his back in an old-fashioned manner.