"The two seniors stopped, Ziji is not talented, and they are willing to learn from the high tricks!"

The words fell, and the huge cloud city was silent in vain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, the word Ziji has already carried a lot of weight in the hearts of many foundation builders in Cloud City, and there is no contempt for it.

From an unknown foundation building small repair, he went straight to the top of the five hundred steps of the Cloud Road ranking, and then forced Fuhu Vajra Qiu to retreat with remorse, and cut off the Red Xiao of the Heart Pavilion under the sword.

Such a fierce record has made it difficult for many monks in Cloud City to match.

And this Ziji, the Cloud Road ranking is already above the six hundred and fifty steps!

This kind of great divine power builds the foundation, occupies a high position in the cloud road, and the cultivation power is already extremely strong, once it advances to the Jindan realm, it can go straight to more than 1,200 steps in an instant.

Although it is not a golden pill, it has the reality of a golden pill!

Sure enough, the voice came down from the Nine Heavens.

In an instant, the golden and red pillars of light slowed down, and the brilliant light reflected each other, making the sky cloudy and beautiful.

After a few breaths, the light dissipated.

There are two figures from it, both of which are windy and foggy, volleying into the void, and immortals escaping from the dust.

"Hehe, Xiaoyou really wants to fight with Poor Dao?"

The person who spoke had a childish face, a fairy wind and bones, and a peaceful atmosphere between his eyebrows.

The old man chuckled and brushed the dust, and three thousand white silks came down, and he looked at the red-clothed woman not far away, and said: "Originally, there was a red neon fairy from the Heavenly Sword Gate here, so there was no need for the old way to make a move." But the ninth prince has an order first, hehe. In this way, the poor way is transgressed—"

The woman in red frowned, the red silk moved with the wind, and smiled lightly.

"The Cave Void Palace is famous for its thunder method, but I have never heard that your palace is good at swordsmanship? With Ling Xiao's sword intent to conceive and cultivate every day, it can avoid all kinds of slaughter, which can be regarded as a merit. ”

As she spoke, the smile on the woman in red became stronger, and she was as beautiful as the red glow in the night sky.

Qiong's fingers curled slightly, and a red light shot out, hitting the golden thin sword in front of her, and the woman breathed out Youlan and laughed softly.

"Hongni's words, what does Lingxi really mean?"

When the old Taoist heard this, he laughed.

Glancing at the Ninth Prince on the Sky Purple Gold Throne, he saw his head slightly bowed, and immediately laughed: "How about three moves?"

As he spoke, he looked up at Yun Wubei with a smile, "Xiaoyou's combat power is extremely strong, but what does it mean to be Jindanhu?"

As he spoke, Lao Dao's eyes swept towards Yun Wubei's ink-colored Qingfeng, and the dust in his palm immediately swayed with a strange rhythm in the air. Soon, in the calm night sky, wisps of fresh breeze emerged out of thin air, slowly blowing.

And under the dust, three thousand white silk rose in the wind.

"Truth-seeking is too lofty and ethereal. Zhuji is still outside the door of Xiuzhen Dao, the Tao is shallow, and he does not know the true meaning of this heaven. But when you reach the Jindan realm, you can already get a glimpse of the way of 'borrowing the situation'.

The voice was still there, and the three thousand silver filaments suddenly stretched with the wind, hanging down from the nine heavens, and a little cold light slowly lit up. A few breaths, and with the momentum of the breeze, soared upward.

In the gentle drizzle, it is full of murderous opportunities.

Yun Wubei's pupils shrank suddenly. In his eyes, countless white silk holes pierced through the void, seemingly gentle, but in an instant, the sword intent of the sky was pierced, making people feel chills all over the body.

Such a move, among what he has learned, only the second type of "spotted bamboo drizzle tears into death" can be solved.

However, this sword move, when he was in Qingfeng Canyon, had been spied on by the Xuanyin Emperor Ji Zhenjun, and there were hundreds of Xuanyin Holy Sect monks in Cloud City, and there was a risk of exposing his heels.

In this way, it is not beautiful.

Frowning and thinking, three thousand white silk is like a waterfall, above the countercurrent.

Stretched nearly 100 zhang, to the extreme, it was like the Nine Heavens Milky Way hanging upside down, and the momentum was already magnificent and immense.

A few drops of cold sweat flowed down Yun Wubei's sideburns, and when he hesitated, another breeze came slowly.

At this moment, the light in Yun Wu's eyes was in vain.

"What about this bamboo drizzle, what about the storm?"

As soon as his mind moved, he thought that the strength around his body had been covered by the old demon of Qingdai, which could be regarded as foolproof.

Thinking and moving, Yun Wubei looked up to the sky and let out a long roar.

The whistling sound is sonorous like a bell, sinking like a dragon's groan, sharp and like a phoenix.

In an instant, the fingertips suddenly clicked on the ink-colored Qingfeng, and in a moment, the intricate patterns of the sword spine lit up, and with a "bang", it suddenly exploded, dyeing the entire sky with a heavy ink.

Accompanied by the melodious and frustrating sound of the clouds without sorrow, like a gale wind, the ink color of the sky gathered like rain and poured down.

In just a few breaths, the sword rain and the white silk converged, and a crisp sound like the sound of silk and bamboo spread out in all directions, without the slightest smoke and fire. The monks of the city felt as if they were in the mountains and forests, listening to the sound of a storm and rain.

Below Cloud City, countless people held their breath and stared, and their eyes were full of amazement, and even the monks on the void couch couldn't help but straighten up and admire.

The ninth prince in purple fur brocade clothes, in front of this picturesque scene, his eyes were confused, and he unconsciously sighed.

"I didn't expect that among my generation's foundations, there was such a handsome man! Wonderful!"

Coincidentally.

In the void, Lao Dao's face was also full of red light, and he stroked his beard and smiled: "Xiaoyou's means are wonderful, wonderful!"

With that, his hands poked out from his robe, picked up the dust in front of him, and raised his head to meet the air.

In an instant, it was like a silver river hanging upside down in the nine heavens, and the momentum changed in vain, three thousand hundred zhang white silk overlapped, and countless cold lights gathered, and in a moment, it turned into a silver giant sword that penetrated the sky and the earth.

The sky will be infinitely inky sword rain, stirring clouds and rain.

At this moment, Yun Wusheng's arm floating in the air suddenly shook.

I felt a tremendous force, suddenly transmitted on my arms, the whole body was chaotic, and my face was flushed.

Although the move adapted from the spotted bamboo drizzle was broken, the excitement in Yun Wubei's chest was unabated, and the inexplicable excitement hidden in his heart made his blood boil.

I never thought that the first time I faced the real people of Jindan Realm, it was so hearty, hey!

Thinking about it, Yun Wubei screamed violently.

"If the clouds and rain don't work, then give me a blow!"

In the inky sword rain in the sky, with this loud shout, countless huge waves rose one after another, and the undercurrent surged. At a certain moment, the sword waves gathered by countless sword rains exploded, and then the ink color quickly converged.

In an instant, a black dragon dozens of feet long roared out from the sword rain in the sky, and the sharp edge echoed the Ling Xiao sword intent of the woman in red, making people feel their scalp numb when they looked at it.

In the next moment, the ink-colored dragon and the silver giant sword collided, and the entire heaven and earth were silent for a while.

Boom -

A loud noise spread from the sky, and then a sound visible to the naked eye, like the waves of the Dead Sea, rolled and stretched out with the momentum of overwhelming the mountains and seas.

In the midst of the sound, the ink-colored dragon was scattered by a huge blow, and then reverted into countless sword rains of cold light, which were messy.

And the silver giant sword that reached the sky, after a moment of stillness, actually started from the tip of the sword, shattered inch by inch, and returned to the galaxy that hung upside down in the nine heavens again.

At this time, Yun Wubei's chest suddenly shook and ached, and then a mouthful of blood gushed up his throat and ran down the corner of his mouth.

And his gaze suddenly swept towards the people of the Qingxin Pavilion, and he was violent!

"Since he is already the enemy of life and death, outside the cloud road, the Qingxin Pavilion is beyond the reach of the whip, so-"

A faint sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the left arm that Yun Wubei was carrying slid down silently.

The sword rain in the sky was suddenly as heavy as a mountain, and the Baizhang Milky Way under it was caught off guard, and it also swept towards the people of Qingxin Pavilion with the sword rain.

。。。。

Almost at the same moment, in the sea of clouds, there is no sorrow.

The old demon stood up suddenly, and a meaningful smile flashed between his eyebrows.

In front of the Greedy Wolf Palace, in the group of statues prostrate on the ground, under the feet of a statue wearing blood-colored armor, the branch of the Blood River quietly retreated.

Click-

Click-

With the sound of stone shattering, countless cracks as dense as spider webs were all over the blood-colored armor statue in an instant.

Just under the dark clouds of Greedy Wolf Star, the statue exploded, and out of it came a nine-foot-tall, stubborn giant. This person's inexplicable smile shot out from the gap in the blood armor of his face, and then in front of him, a ripple of water rippled out of thin air.

Step, step.

In one step, the blood-armored giant man appeared in the void of Cloud City.

And the blood-colored Changge who was behind this person drew a crimson in the void.

The deafening laughter of the giant man then resounded through Cloud City, shaking the four fields.

"This innate killing Dao sword intent, the deity wants it!"