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Looking at Jiang Xiaobai, who suddenly erupted within the light curtain, Sect Leader Qingyunzi frowned, as if he was puzzled, looking at Jiang Xiaobai's figure, he always had a sense of familiarity.

At this moment, he looked around and said, "This son is good, I don't know if it is a senior disciple of your peak?"

"This ......"

The six peak masters looked at Jiang Xiaobai within the light curtain, and they were also puzzled, and after thinking about it again, they still had no impression.

At this moment, the peak master of Tianmen Peak, Tianfeng Zhenren hugged his fists and said: "Look at the sign on the cuffs of this son, it should be a disciple of Yujian Peak." ”

This Tianfeng Zhenren is the peak master of Tianmen Peak, and at the same time he is in charge of the power of the criminal law of the Qingyun Sect, which can be described as a high authority, this person has thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, the heavenly court is full, and the black dense hair is even more magnanimous, majestic and heavy.

After he finished speaking at this moment, he looked at the peak master of the Imperial Sword Peak, Qingyun Swordsman, with an inquiry in his eyes.

Qingyun Swordsman is a young man who is dressed very ordinarily, with black hair hanging down, slender sword eyebrows, and looks very lean, at this moment he frowned, and said: "Most of them are a cultivator, and the old man is also very raw. ”

"Oh!"

Tianfeng Zhenren raised his eyebrows, obviously surprised by what Qingyun Swordsman said.

Sect Leader Qing Yunzi's eyes lit up, as if he remembered something, and said secretly: "It turned out to be him, the body of the hidden five elements." ”

......

Jiang Xiaobai's figure suddenly stopped in the middle of the way, this sudden change was a little unexpected to him, and the attack that came was not weak, if it was normal, it would be fine, but at this moment, it was a little troublesome to be in this mountain road.

A purple fingerprint, at the moment when he was about to surpass the fourth place, with extraordinary piercing power, purple light shone, and fell towards him.

While Jiang Xiaobai hurriedly dodged, he also pointed out, although he had not practiced any fingerprints and other techniques, but the rich power of qi and blood, combined with the "Pulse Control Technique", condensed a finger of qi and blood, the red light was bright, and it collided directly with the purple fingerprints.

The brilliance is dazzling, light and heat burst out between the two fingers, and a circle of air waves spreads, and then disappears.

The purple-shirted monk's figure shook, his face turned pale for a moment, and he quickly recovered, looking at Jiang Xiaobai's eyes, hiding a cold glow.

"It's him!"

At the same time, his heart shook, his pupils contracted covertly, and he returned to normal for a moment.

Jiang Xiaobai frowned, looking at the purple-shirted monk, with some doubts in his heart.

The purple-shirted monk snorted coldly, patted the storage bag, and immediately a copper mirror appeared, the copper mirror was very exquisite, covered with white patterns, at this moment, the purple-shirted monk pinched the trick, and looked at Jiang Xiaobai, and immediately the white patterns on the bronze mirror flashed in the white light, as if alive, white flowers, instantly bloomed all over the copper mirror, and then the green vines were like snakes and pythons, winding towards him.

Jiang Xiaobai pressed the doubts in his heart, stretched out his hand and pinched the void, and immediately a transparent long sword appeared out of thin air, with a whistling sound, and slammed away at the approaching vines.

Immediately, the moment the vine touched it, it was cut into pieces, because of the existence of pressure from all directions, the fragments did not fall, and they were suspended in the air, and the speed of the transparent long sword did not decrease, and it rushed towards the purple-shirted monk.

In the midst of the change in complexion, the purple-shirted monk pointed out, and five illusory fingerprints popped out, hitting the transparent long sword, forming resistance, although it was shattered for a moment, it was enough for the purple-shirted monk to make adjustments and dodge away.

However, after avoiding Jiang Xiaobai's attack, the pressure permeating the mountain road was like a straw, which directly caused the purple-shirted monk's body to retreat backwards, and he retreated a few steps in a row.

"It's you!"

At this moment, Jiang Xiaobai's pupils stretched out, he took a deep breath, his eyes were unprecedentedly cold, and the killing intent seemed to be condensed like a substance at this moment, turning into a powerful ghost, surrounding him, making Jiang Xiaobai look like a ...... at this moment Death.

Trying to suppress the killing intent that was about to erupt in his heart, Jiang Xiaobai looked at the purple-shirted monk in front of him, and with a grip on the void, a huge red long knife, condensed with the power of qi and blood, with iron and blood, slashed down with one sword.

Rumble!

Even though the pressure in the mountain road is like a mountain and the air is viscous, but Jiang Xiaobai's knife slashed down, and the terrifying knife qi produced was still torn by the air, and within a radius of a few zhang, the pressure of the mountain dissipated instantly, and the purple-shirted monk's face was pale, but under the pressure of this knife, his soul trembled and he couldn't move.

This knife fell, as if it was cut out of his mind, and the power of the ten spiritual veins in his body collapsed instantly, and his strength was like a wild horse that had escaped at this moment, completely uncontrolled.

Laugh at!

The blood rained down, and the red long knife passed against the purple-shirted monk's cheek, cutting off a few strands of hair, and then the long knife dissipated into the void, and on the purple-shirted monk's shoulder, there was a deep knife mark that could reach the bone, and the blood flowed endlessly, and even the scapula could be broken.

"You!"

The purple-shirted monk was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, covering his wounds at the moment, his face was distorted, and he looked at Jiang Xiaobai's eyes with a sense of poison, but just by saying one word, he had to forcibly condense an almost loose cultivation, trying his best to resist the pressure of recovery around him.

However, at this moment, he was seriously injured, and the pressure that he could resist before was a little unbearable at the moment, so he had to retreat step by step, and he couldn't take care of Jiang Xiaobai for the time being.

Jiang Xiaobai's raised hand had already been put down, his eyes were calm at the moment, but the killing intent was still there, if it wasn't in Qingyun Sect at this moment, this purple-shirted monk would definitely die.

"Shhh

Behind, bursts of inhalation sounds, looking at Jiang Xiaobai's gaze at this moment, he was already afraid.

"It's so strong!"

Zeng Yingjun in the rear was already speechless at this moment, and he was so shocked that he almost lost his words.

Jiang Xiaobai's speed did not decrease, and at this moment, it was like a leisurely walk, passing by the second and third places, and the two body refining cultivators glanced at each other, and finally gave up under the intention of their eyes.

They also saw the previous scene.

For Jiang Xiaobai, they are not sure.

In this way, Jiang Xiaobai surpassed the second and third places and became the second.

"You're strong!"

In front, the Mai monk was holding the cold iron sword, the wind was light, even if he saw Jiang Xiaobai's brilliant sword before, he still had a fighting spirit in his eyes at this moment, burning fiercely.

Jiang Xiaobai's eyes were solemn, and he felt the threat for the first time, in fact, this time the sect was a little abrupt at the beginning, compared with the previous ones, it was too much earlier, and many masters of the younger generation did not appear, but the Mai monk in front of him was definitely a strong opponent.

Jiang Xiaobai didn't speak, looking at the Mai monk in front of him, he also longed for a battle in his heart.

At this moment, neither of them made a move, but the invisible qi machine stirred, and the pressure around the two of them was shattered and cut off, and dissipated without a trace.