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The sneer of the Heavenly Returning Heaven True Monarch came, and the Xuan Qing Zhenren felt a pang in his heart, and his face turned pale.

The mana in his palm swallowed, blasting away the enemies around him, and he suddenly shouted.

"Formation!"

Hearing the seven Jin Dan of the Cloud Sect, five of the remnants of the puppet army suddenly rushed to the side of the Xuan Qing Halal, and a circle of strange mana fluctuations rose from the purple cloud turning robe.

This formation is based on the seven-star Beidou, but it is called "Seven Stars Holding the Moon", which requires the power of the seven people in the alloy Dan realm to form a formation that can resist the Yuan Baby.

Although there is no sorrow with the power of that inexplicable blessing, the realm is forcibly pushed to the Yuanying realm, and the two swords kill nearly eighty percent of the puppet army. However, this Xuanyin Guiyuan Sword Monarch is a famous true monarch.

The two clashed, and there were no mishaps, how could he Xuanqing accept this?

After the Blood Floating Massacre, the Great Sumeru Talisman in Xuanyang Zhenren's sleeve was snatched, and the pressure on his body also disappeared with the Great Sumeru Fu who shook the sky. Suddenly, I heard that the Xuanqing people were drinking, and even if they wanted to use the escape method, they flew away quickly.

At this moment, another sneer came from above Chongxiao.

The black shadow pointed a finger, and in the chaotic clouds, a phantom struggled into the fingertips of the Guiyuan Sword Monarch, and the next moment the light flashed and disappeared, and the phantom turned into a streamer of light in vain and fell from the sky, hitting Xuanyang Zhenren.

Poof――

The blood sword gushed out, Xuanyang's face turned white suddenly, and the mana that could be lifted was scattered by the huge force in an instant, and there was an inexplicable repulsion that made him unable to advance an inch.

The dark shadow sneered, and a cold and sharp voice sounded, full of sarcasm.

"Formation, but you are waiting for the ethereal pulse of seven stars to hug the moon, stupid, arrogant!"

Between the words, the black shadow flipped his palm, and in vain pressed to the location of Xuanqing and the others, only to hear the "bang" explosion, a large number of puppet sergeants exploded and died, and the six people of Xuanqing were also pressed by a palm cover, unable to move.

Hiss -

Everything happened in an instant, and then the sound of gasping cold air came and went.

Xuanmen Great Sect Righteous Dao Jin Dan, Great Divine Power True Person, what kind of existence is that? In front of the True Monarch, he was suppressed without any power to fight back!

Instantly, accompanied by the cold, an atmosphere of oppression and despair flooded.

Yun Wubei was also shocked in his heart at this moment, and secretly thought: It is said that the seven realms of Jindan, the third order of Yuanying, step by step, ascend to the sky. But the gap between this Yuan Infant Realm True Monarch and the Jindan Realm True Monarch is so huge!

Suppress the seven golden pills with a backhand without much effort!

On that day, Xingping City Danyangzi fought against the two true monarchs of Xuanyin, and now the dozen true monarchs in the north cemetery of the entrance, he was not in the scene, but he felt that the color of the heaven and the earth had changed, and he was still victorious in the catastrophe.

But when he really faced the existence of such a Yuan Infant True Monarch, Fang Jue felt the vastness of the brilliant heavenly might!

"If you don't have the blessing of the power of the Supreme Xuanling, your own combat power is only more than two thousand ranks in the Heavenly Cloud Road, and the cultivation of the second realm of Jindan is far inferior to that of the Xuanqing people——"

Looking at the Xuanqing people who were struggling in vain, Yun Wubei sighed secretly.

"This is the power of the True King!"

Sigh to the ground, the wind and clouds gradually rose.

The eerie voice came from afar, and the light and shadow around the black shadow suddenly dispersed.

I saw this Guiyuan Sword Monarch standing on the top of the clouds, wearing a wide and luxurious Xuan-colored Taoist robe hunting in the wind. The face is like a crown of jade, with sharp edges and sharp eyes.

At a glance, there is no half-point demon cultivation, but the appearance of a true immortal.

The ridicule in this true monarch's eyes was even stronger, and he regarded the Blood Floating Slaughter Legion of the Northern Battlefield of Xingping and the cultivation of dozens of golden pills as nothing, and condescendingly looked at the clouds without sorrow, and sneered.

"The ancestors said: All things are born with vitality. Everything below the yuan baby is the law, but above the yuan baby is the yuan. It is called a real person with the cultivation of Jindan, but the Yuanying Realm can be called a true monarch!"

The arrogance of the high mountains was heavy, and the fingertips of the Guiyuan Sword Monarch lit up, and then the brilliance appeared, and suddenly it condensed into a touch of extremely condensed Yuan force.

This mass of Yuan Force is as small as a grain of rice, but the fluctuations inside are vast like the sea, and the mana of Jindan is very different!

Yun Wubei's eyes shrank, and he secretly exclaimed: "The Yuan Power condensed by the blessing power of the Taishang Xuan Spirit, if compared with the Yuan Power of this True Monarch, the Yuan condensed by his own family is loose and sloppy, like a coarse cloth; And this true monarch is as thick and tough as a steel needle!"

Between thoughts, the top of the clouds in the distant sky.

Guiyuan Sword Monarch's fingertips suddenly gushed out, and the clouds around Yuan Li seemed to be dispersed by a huge force. Zhenjun raised his hand a little more, and another struggling and roaring phantom came out of the dark clouds under his feet, rushing into the edge of the Yuan Force.

In an instant, the coercion that was even greater than the previous Baizhang sword light suddenly shrouded the sky above Xingping.

Nie Yuan and Yu Ban were pale, and they wanted to protect the lord of the sky; The hundreds of thousands of blood floating slaughter on the ground were also shocked, and the huge battlefield fell silent in vain.

Hmph -

The cold snort was in the sky, and the black shadow flicked down his sleeves with disdain.

The surging coercion fell from the clouds in the sky, and the people of Nie Yuan, who were not in the sky, were suddenly sprayed with blood, rolled back, and fell heavily to the ground.

"If the qi gathers, it will be born, if it is strong, if it is strong, if it is weak, if it is weak, if it is dispersed, it will die. Guiyuan Jianjun opened his mouth lightly, looked at the clouds without sorrow again, and said: "Er's Yuan Li is flashy and unrealistic, and it has nothing to show for it. Success but not gathering, decline like death, superficial to the extreme!"

Before the words fell, the hundreds of thousands of people present saw a flash of Xuanguang in the distant sky, and Yun Wubei, who was standing in the void, was suddenly bombarded by a huge force, and his figure was thrown a hundred feet away.

A condensed Honghong Yuan Force suddenly dispersed, and a large area of crimson on his chest infected the plain white Cloud Turning Robe.

The abnormality in his body, which had gradually subsided, suddenly deteriorated again, and the heart-rending pain bloomed again, like a tidal wave.

Without waiting for Yun Wubei to stop his flying figure, this true monarch sneered again, retracted his gaze and turned to look down at the vast blood-colored torrent on the ground, and said gloomily.

"The sword qi is in the clouds, and it succumbs to the ten thousand people. The pen is angry, and it can shake the mountains; The sword aura is heavy, and you can shoot bullfights! Junior, you have the "Western Emperor Tiangeng Golden Sword" by your side, but you have never glimpsed half of the true meaning of the sword, stupid!"

Between the words, Da Feiyun's vitality without sorrow returned to the fingertips of this true monarch in an instant.

The dazzling Yuan Qi slowly stretched out with the sound of disdainful words, and turned into a long Yuan Force Sword Qi in an instant.

"Go—"

Between heaven and earth, suddenly the sword roared.

That sword qi suddenly pierced the sky, leaving a brilliant light and shadow, and swept down in the Blood Floating Slaughter Army Array.

In just a few breaths, flesh and blood splattered, and the stumps turned to powder. Among the Chinese army, tens of thousands of soldiers were swept by the brilliant sword light, and they evaporated from the world in an instant.

At this moment, Wang Lun, the leader of the Blood Floating Slaughter Army and the jade-faced scholar, was stunned, and his handsome eyes turned red in an instant.

The Blood Floating Massacre under his own command is almost in a big battle, and there is no such heavy loss!

And this true monarch was far away with a sword, and he actually wiped out tens of thousands of soldiers, looking at the sword light momentum is still like a rainbow, and the castration is unabated. Wang Lun's heart was dripping blood, and the anger and fear in his chest made his sword-wielding hands tremble violently.

Huh――

Qing Feng in front of him suddenly reversed, and the whole person raised his sword and rushed straight to the sword light.

Poof――

With a dull sound, Wang Lun's whole person suddenly withered, the Qingfeng in his hand shattered inch by inch, and his body staggered back more than a hundred steps, and suddenly turned into a bloody man.

Fortunately, he had the innate killing Dao sword intent to protect his body, and he was blessed by the power of the Blood Floating Tu Taixu, so he could save his life.

The Guiyuan Sword Monarch snorted, and his sword finger volleyed a little into the air.

The sword light on the ground suddenly rose into the sky, and with a violent sound of breaking the air, it stabbed straight at the center of Yun Wuqing's eyebrows.

。。。 (To be continued.) )