The sword light is Huohuo, stirring up a thousand waves in the sky with water vapor.

The sharp aura touched the neck of the jade-faced scholar Wang Lun, and a bright and piercing blood flower bloomed.

The thin man's eyes were full of hideousness, the corners of his mouth were raised, and a happy evil smile rippled on his face.

"Innate sword intent, what's the matter! It's not that you want to fall under Lao Tzu's sword?"

The innate sword intent is too precious, if it is valued by someone with a heart and obstructed, it will not be beautiful.

He understood the truth of Chi Zesheng's change, so when he thought of this, the strength in his hand increased a little in vain.

Qiang――

At the moment when the blade was about to slash at Wang Lun's neck, a dull sound of blade collision sounded in vain.

Accompanied by a few sparks blooming in the air, an extremely heavy force was quickly transmitted from the hilt of the knife to the palm of his hand, and a heart-rending pain immediately hit his heart. The thin man's eyes suddenly turned red, and the huge force shook his cardigan and big knife into the air, and his body staggered a few steps with the big knife.

The man tried his best to stop his retreat, and his feet rubbed violently against the ground of the ring, leaving a shocking trace.

After a long time, he looked fixedly, but he didn't see half a figure, only an ink-colored long sword full of complicated patterns, which was impressively above Wang Lun's neck.

Due east of the ring.

Qing Yue's expression of extreme shock was born again, but in this shock, there was a little doubt.

"Brother Yun, you!"

At this moment, he couldn't see through the person in front of him anymore.

The body is full of purple qi and has strong luck.

In the purple gas, there is a hidden crimson blood. The origin is mysterious, and the actions are always unexpected.

Qingyue sighed, and the corner of her eye caught the gloomy look on the round-faced fat man beside her, and she couldn't help but smile bitterly. For a long time, Qingyue sighed faintly in a very low voice, as if talking to herself, but as if she was talking to others.

"Purple qi is close to the body, and there must be an unknown one to take it. ”......

On the void ring, Yun Wubei flew up, and a few jumps had landed firmly on the side of the jade-faced scholar Wang Lun.

His shoulders loosened slightly, and he stepped back from the fox fur and covered Wang Lun. With a wave of his hand, he summoned the ink-colored long sword to his hand, and several sword flowers appeared in the air.

"In the lower purple pole, I want to learn your Excellency's tricks. ”

Before the words fell, the ink-colored long sword in his hand had shot out of his hand like lightning towards the thin man.

This person is quite inferior, taking advantage of the danger of others not to speak, and his words are also arrogant, which makes Yun Wu sad and disgusted. As a result, this sword secretly transported the fourth-style Jiaolong of "Western Emperor Tiangeng Golden Sword" to the sea, with a restrained momentum and a powerful but not revealing it.

When the man saw the sword attacking, he was also carried away by the anger, completely ignoring the gap between the two of them in the cloud road ranking of more than two hundred steps, his eyes widened angrily, and he rose with his sword.

"Lao Tzu—"

Thorny-

The long sword, which was as fast as a dragon, pierced through the mouth of the thin man with a sword, and penetrated out from its back strength, and a blood dance began at first glance.

Yun Wubei sneered, the sword finger tapped in the void again and again, the long sword trend stopped suddenly, and then leisurely a swimming dragon swung its tail, swept across the man's neck, and then quickly shot back in front of Yun Wubei.

"Foul language, and leave it on the Yellow Springs Road. ”

With a murmur, the man's body was cut in two, and the ring fell silent, leaving only the jade-faced scholar Wang Lun's emerald sword, which stretched across the sky and roared in the sky.

By this time, countless foundation-building monks had gathered under this ring.

The monks who came later, seeing that there was no place to stand, simply flew up and stepped on the vault of the eaves near the left. Above, on hundreds of empty couches, nearly half of the monks stood up silently and looked at the distance.

It's just that at this moment, there are many eyes that have gathered.

The round-faced fat man glanced at Qingyue as if he didn't have any, and laughed, his eyes narrowed into a small slit in the smile, and he couldn't see the inner look clearly.

"Yuan Dao this person, the human affection is refined, the old man is serious, hehe, he is also a reckless person! The fat man sneered, "The cloud road is only five hundred steps, this side of the ring, he can go up, but can he get down?"

As he spoke, the round-faced fat man suddenly turned around, his eyes were cold, and he stared straight at Qingyue.

"Our clan has been getting worse and worse over the years, with great enemies inside and Qingxin Pavilion and other Dao Alliances outside, and the situation is as dangerous as an egg. This person's purple qi is cheaper than others, if he is allowed to take it for his brother, if he can make the ancestor's injury improve by one or two, it will be very good!" There was a pause in his voice, and the fat man's eyes burst with light.

"Senior Brother Qingyue, what do you mean?"

After that, he ignored the Qingyue junior brother beside him, and looked straight at the place where the Qingxin Pavilion and his party were through the heavy smoke clouds with a cold gaze.

On the other side of the Void Ring, under the floating couch of dozens of people in the Qingxin Pavilion.

The dense group of foundation-building monks huddled together, talking to each other and talking endlessly.

"This Ziji is so fierce that the people of Qingxin Pavilion will kill him when he says he will kill him, so how can he be good?"

"Hey, what about Qingxin Pavilion, the predicament in the southeast, looking at this Ziji's outfit, like the cultivation of the Northland, can Qingxin Pavilion still chase and kill this person across tens of thousands of miles?"

"Qingxin Pavilion is a large sect, but this Ziji grade is young, and he has already advanced to the five hundred steps of the Cloud Road, so he has no teacher? ”......

Among the many monks, one of them pointed to the void, the dozens of empty purple and gold couches, and the regret was overflowing.

"This person is very unwise, with innate sword intent, he got out as soon as possible and found a place to cultivate, and when he arrived at the Jindan realm, the world is so big, where can he go?

This person's voice was sharp, and as soon as Fang spoke, the surrounding monks fell silent, and between his eyebrows, the suffocating color became more and more intense.

Just behind the crowd was a third-floor window of a wine shop, and the seven people who had been boating on Weiyang Lake were sitting at the table.

The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at the sky arena from afar, and said softly: "The Eastern Regions are vast, and there are many capable people. In the foundation building of my generation, there are no less than dozens of people who can fight against my senior sister. Now that the battle between the Mixed Yuan Dan is in the middle of the battle, and the two of them are in this ring again, should I save them or not?"

In front of the middle-aged man, the woman was dressed in red like fire, standing against the railing, her lips and teeth moved slightly, and a gentle and shallow voice came out.

"Salvation is to be saved, but not at this time. It's good to let these two little guys suffer hardships, but the province doesn't know how high the sky is, and they gave their lives in vain. ”

Sure enough, the woman in red's voice fell, and among the dozens of people in Qingxin Pavilion, a majestic man suddenly got up, and his toes suddenly stepped on the armrest of the couch, his movements were swift like an eagle spreading his wings, and he jumped in a flash, so that Yun Wubei was in front of him.

"Ziji, hum, what a boldness, killing my Qingxin Pavilion people, it's not a pity to die-"

The sound of the words filled the void ring, and the man swept away the dense crowd of monks below with cold eyes, and he didn't even glance at the corpses of the same door on the ground.

He pulled out a three-zhang-long, golden demon-slaying pestle from his back, slashed in the air, and suddenly slammed into the ground of the ring, and the ground immediately rippled with a circle of dust.

Under the ring, the exclamations suddenly rose out.

Yun Wubei's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he saw this majestic man holding a pestle in one hand, and a series of complicated seals on his chest with the other, accompanied by an abrupt golden light, the man's musculoskeletal twitching endlessly.

In the blink of an eye, his body swelled by three percent, the knotted muscles on his arms twitched, and the mana at the peak of his foundation exploded.

However, in half a breath, the huge body jumped up in an instant, and the tiger and tiger dancing with the demon subduing giant pestle in his hand were vigorous, with the momentum of Mount Tai's overwhelming, and smashed towards the top of Yun Wubei's head with a roar.

"It's so strong! I'm afraid it's not less than two thousand catties. ”

Yun Wubei secretly admired, the high-altitude giant pestle had not yet arrived, and the breathtaking weight had already hit his face with a piercing sound of breaking the air, scraping his cheeks painfully.

Below Cloud City.

At this moment, many people seemed to recognize this majestic man who was as powerful as the Vajra Buddha.

Many people shouted loudly: "Fuhu King Kong, Qiu Ru regrets!"

More people looked at the terrifying momentum, and couldn't help but close their eyes directly, and sighed in their mouths.

Yun Wubei also changed into a rare dignified color at the same time, but his body was majestic and straight, not moving like a mountain. Looking directly at the golden giant pestle down from Gaia, he muttered to himself in a cold voice.

"Cloud Road Rank Six Hundred and Seventeen!"