A sudden shout disrupted the very rhythmic whistling sound, and the knife array that had just been flowing silver seemed to be mixed with something, and the dots of ink-colored traces lingered. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The faces of the two people who were about to leave changed, Luo Fei flipped his palm, and the short knife appeared again, and in an instant, the silver light was great, and the desolate Thousand Killing Array seemed to have been helped, and Xiao Yin was even better than in the past for a while.

The effect of the strengthened formation of "Ding Ding Ding Ding ......" seems to be not as good as before, the sound of swords in the formation continues, and the silver mangs are mottled again, Luo Fei's hands controlling the formation tremble for a while, as if he can't hold it.

"Bang" exploded, the vertical and horizontal knife qi immediately collapsed, the short knife that flashed with silver suddenly dimmed, fell from mid-air, and was taken into Luo Fei's hand, only to see that the area originally covered by the knife qi was filled with ink, just like a corner that the moonlight could not reach at night, and it was pitch black.

Suddenly, the rich ink color seemed to flash a trace of cold light, turning into a thick half-moon-shaped sword shadow, and rushed towards the frightened young man at such a fast speed, he didn't have time to react, and only held the short knife in front of him, trying in vain to resist.

"Ink" accompanied by this cold light drink, the sword shadow suddenly hit the blade of the short knife, the young man's chest hurt, a mouthful of blood spurted out, the figure was extremely embarrassed to retreat more than ten steps, fell to the ground, a slender sword mark appeared on the chest, cut through the clothes, faintly blood-colored appeared.

Gradually, the ink color disappeared, and what caught the young man's frightened eyes was a proud figure in a green shirt and a sword pointed obliquely.

"Who are you?"

After a while, the young man was a little incredulous, the cultivation and talent that he had always been proud of had failed, he gritted his teeth fiercely, held the short knife back, and suddenly shouted, and the silver mang gushed out again, this time the power was even stronger than the last time of the desolate thousand kills.

Yang Xuan's expression remained unchanged, and he used the ink again, and the infinite ink-colored sword shadows were connected, as if he was writing something in the void, and the momentum was also not small.

The young man's mouth slowly spit out these four words word by word, and the rich silver light actually appeared bloody, and in an instant, the ten thousand sword lights were cold, and the black night was illuminated.

On the other side, Yang Xuan's sword move was also formed, raising his sword and slashing, the ink-colored sword shadow flew out, and the sword light collided together in an instant, the earth-shattering explosion resounded, the young man froze suddenly, his body flew out upside down, and the blood sprayed along the way was uncontrollable, and his pale face showed a trace of depression in addition to horror.

On the other hand, Yang Xuan, there seemed to be blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, he stroked his chest with one hand, and his feet deviated from the previous position by three steps, so he made a judgment.

"Fei'er!" The old man seemed to see the sadness in the young man's eyes, and a faint sigh swept through his heart, and his body rushed out quickly, and the momentum of his whole body could not be suppressed, and he was released in an instant, holding the young man in his arms before he landed.

"The little doll is too heavy," the old man spit out this sentence indifferently, and the coercion of the Tibetan realm attacked Yang Xuan in one go, as if he was furious.

Yang Xuan didn't say a word, his expression was slightly startled, the majestic momentum made him a little breathless, and the shock caused by the collision of the moves in his chest just now was even more uncomfortable at this moment, but he held on to himself, staring coldly at this seemingly harmless, but in fact unfathomable old man.

"You stole the scrolls."

The old man's expression was still indifferent: "The old man doesn't understand what you're talking about?"

"Hehe" Yang Xuan's face turned red under heavy pressure, and the bones all over his body seemed to be faintly rattling, but he didn't flinch on his lips, "With such a cultivation, he will shoot at the two of us without warning, don't you feel a little guilty of being a thief?"

The old man didn't say a word, his face became even more ugly, and he snorted heavily, the voice seemed to be tangible, like a heavy hammer, hitting Yang Xuan's ears and chest heavily.

"Poof" another mouthful of blood spurted out, dissipating into a blood mist in this vast momentum, and a trace of doubt suddenly flashed in the painful look.

"With such strength, you just pretend to be a mortal person in front of us, hehe, you are really confused"

"The little dolls nowadays are so smart...... Huh?" The old man's pupils retracted for a while, and his gaze fell on the starlight trapping array behind Yang Xuan that shone with moon-white brilliance.

I only felt that a great momentum rose up, and in a trance it condensed into a knife, a giant knife that crossed the world and slashed ruthlessly in an instant, under such a might, the starlight trapped and sealed array that was known as trapping light and shadow, and collecting wind and frost was shattered in response to the situation, and a black-shirted young man with a one-armed knife stood proudly, and the indifference and anger between his eyebrows were intertwined, which made people chill.

Even if the person who set up the formation cultivated to seven or eight out of ten, even if it was only hastily arranged, it was definitely not something that a mortal boy who had not reached the realm of knowledge and hiding could break through.

"It's ...... The old man seemed to be very frightened, the originally vast and complicated momentum appeared a little sluggish, what did he see, the people who controlled the sword momentum in the entire Southern Region were only a handful, and now he actually saw such a young man in this small Divine Light Dynasty, and comprehended the sword momentum that thousands of cultivators could hardly reach.

Yang Xuan's eyes lit up, and he keenly noticed the omission of the coercion of the Tibetan Realm, "You really just have a façade."

The old man was shocked again, and the momentum around him suddenly condensed, but a trace of fluctuation in the depths of his eyes was fully visible to Yang Xuan, and the aura of the Nine Revolutions suddenly rose, and the sword weapon hummed, and it slowly opened the old man's qi lock.

The sword in his hand was raised high, and a rich golden light flashed, and the ink-colored sword shadow suddenly attacked the old man with a terrifying face with a strange whirling force.

At the last moment, a round of disc-shaped objects glowing with golden light appeared, stopping the sword shadow.

Looking at the old man's face, the corners of Yang Xuan's mouth rose slightly, and he let out a soft "explosion"

"Boom" smoke and dust filled the air, and after the explosion, there was a muffled snort of vomiting blood, and the sound of the body falling to the ground "Bet right" Yang Xuan was overjoyed, and when the smoke and dust dissipated, he saw the old man's languishing figure from the ground where the gravel was splashed, and the young man who was hit hard again and passed out in a coma.

At this time, there were several flashes of light in the dark night, accompanied by the extremely fast whistling sound of the airflow, and there were a few more figures out of thin air in the small alley, and it was Xiao Mingliang and his party.

Looking at the messy scene, Xiao Mingliang and the two sisters behind him were slightly surprised, and the continuous majestic momentum was perceived by him, and he hurried over to find out

But I only saw gravel potholes all over the ground, an old man and a young man in ragged clothes and stained with blood, as well as Yang Xuan and Bu Feng with slightly pale faces, and a faint edge in the air.

"What's going on," Xiao Mingliang asked in a deep voice.

Yang Xuan looked at the old man with a sluggish aura on the opposite side with a calm gaze, "These two people are acting suspiciously, we suspect that the ancient scroll is in their hands."

Xiao Mingliang's gaze also suddenly became cold, and he carefully looked at the pale old man who was sitting on the ground, "Know the Tibetan realm?"

Lin Huo'er and Lin Bing'er were shocked when they heard this, and their eyes were full of horror when they looked at Yang Xuan.

"No, the mutilated source of life...... Also, the breath of the formation?"

"Formation?"

"That's right, just now Bu Feng was trapped by something called the Starlight Trap Sealing Array, and that young man also used a formation called Desolate Thousand Kills," Yang Xuan explained in due course.

"Starlight Trapped?" Xiao Mingliang's face was suspicious, as if he was thinking about something, and after a while, he pointed at the old man in surprise, "Are you from the Northern Regions Array Soul Pavilion?"

The same words appeared in the minds of everyone present, and this completely unfamiliar name made them a little puzzled.

The old man didn't speak, but his face was quite lonely, feeling the sloppy true yuan in his body, the red and blackened blood veins and bones, and a sense of powerlessness swept through his consciousness, "Tiger falls Pingyang......" This is the only thought in his mind.

"In this way, the source of life has been defeated...... You should be the old man of the Soul Formation Pavilion," Xiao Mingliang's tone was neither sad nor joyful, just looking at him quietly.

"Hehe, a crippled life?" the old man looked sad, "If it weren't for the fact that I was in a hurry to break through twenty years ago, if it wasn't for the fact that I cultivated ten years ago and descended again and again, and now I can stop at this level, it is not difficult to kill you."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Yang Xuan and Bu Feng, who were standing proudly with swords not far away, "Not to mention being injured like this by two little dolls who have just entered the realm ......of metamorphosis."

The old man's tone suddenly lost its original gloom, and instead diffused a strong unwillingness.

"You are from this Southern Regions Heavy Martial Arts Sect, right?"

The group did not say anything

"This trip is for the scroll?"

When everyone heard this, except for Xiao Mingliang, who was the leader, the rest of the eyes flashed with an extremely vague look of yearning.

The old man took in this change, and his old face rarely showed a smile, and he trembled into his arms, as if he was taking out something, and threw it to the opposite side

Xiao Mingliang Zhenyuan surged darkly, shook his hand to take it, and took a cursory look, the mysterious aura on the quaint yellowed bamboo scroll flowed, faintly revealing a vast trend, it didn't look like a fake.

"Do you know the secret of this scroll?" said the old man again, his tone full of inquiry.

Xiao Mingliang shook his head gently, "I want to hear it."

The old man smiled again, at this time, the condition in his body was extremely bad, and with great difficulty, he used a trace of true yuan that had not yet been dissipated, took out a white pill from the Sumeru ring, and gently put it in his mouth.

After a while, Fang spoke again, "The old man used the forbidden technique to break through the knowledge of the Tibetan twenty years ago, and it was also because of the forbidden technique, and in the next ten years, the cultivation was extremely fast, and in the end, he actually reached the peak of the Divine Mind Zang, and he was only one step away from stepping into the realm of the Three Uniques of Creation, repairing the origin of life with the breath of the origin of heaven and earth, and regaining his life, but I still overestimated my ability."

The old man looked in a trance, as if he was caught in a memory, and his face was sometimes excited, sometimes regretful.

"It was also in that year that the drawbacks of the forbidden art were revealed, and the cultivation fell to the early stage of the Divine Mind in one day, and at that time, I felt that my life was not long, so I petitioned the sect and went out to do asceticism, one is to seek the method of cracking, and the other is to find a disciple to pass ......on what I have learned."

As soon as he said this, the old man looked at the young man Luo Fei lying in his arms with pity, with a kind expression, "When I met Fei'er, he was still a six-year-old child, but the sky is endless, this son is very talented, and he is already a cultivator in the middle stage of metamorphosis at a young age." ”

"And what I have learned from the Array Soul Pavilion has been taught to him nine times out of ten, and this kid has not disappointed me at all, but it is the kind of arrogant and self-righteous temperament that gives me a headache"

......

Xiao Mingliang and the others listened quietly, he had already seen that this crippled old man was really dying for a short time, either because of the previous Starlight Trapping Formation, or because of the full release of coercion, or because of Yang Xuangang's strange blow.

The boy in his arms may be his only concern.