Seeing the two "old people" who wanted him to fly over, a little smile appeared on Qin Mu's face. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Do you know what the most beautiful swordsmanship looks like?" Tian Ling'er asked softly in her ear.

"What?" Tian Ling'er didn't hear this sentence too clearly, asked rhetorically, and looked at Qin Mu.

The pupils shrank, and a pair of red lips opened widely.

She saw a streamer in the sky, bursting out from the exquisite sword of love that she was extremely familiar with, and the sword aura was like a sea, filling the entire mountainside.

The Qingyun Qifeng in her eyes began to tremble, as if she had been awakened.

The poison god's face turned pale, and he looked at Dao Xuan in shock: "Zhu Immortal Sword Array?"

No wonder he was so scared, too many nights, he would think of the blood color of a hundred years ago, that kind of fear, life hanging by a thread.

Dao Xuan, who had a complicated expression, also looked at the seven-colored streamer in the distance, and finally understood that after his junior brother Wan Jianyi returned from the wilderness, he worked harder than before, almost crazy.

Seeing people like Qin Mu, who is willing to live an ordinary life and stagnate.

He turned his head to look at the Poison God, with a little pride in his expression that he couldn't explain: "I'm a Qingyun Sect, not just relying on a Zhuxian Sword!"

The Demon Sect disciples below even felt that Qin Mu's figure alone was actually shining with the seven-colored light in the sky, gradually enveloping these exhausted disciples.

From their point of view, Qin Mu's unchanged figure was even more majestic than the Tongtian Peak behind him.

It was as if a huge mountain rose out of thin air, stood in front of them, blocking all their way to life.

One person, in order to become a pass.

The two of them were full of horror in their eyes, a hundred years had passed, and the enemies of this Holy Sect who were eager to eat their flesh and sleep on their skin had become even more terrifying than before.

Qinglong was dressed in white, and his voice came from above Qin Mu: "Good thief, that day you broke my temple and insulted my Holy Mother, I have been practicing penance for a hundred years, and I am willing to take a risk to find the Qiankun Qingguang Ring, so that one day I can return this shame to Qingyun." You have sunk into the Nine Shadows, and you only have disappointment and regret in your heart, and the sky has eyes, so I will see you again, a thief!"

The madness in his tone had already made the surrounding disciples shudder.

He stretched out his right hand, and an inconspicuous ring was in his hand, it was the Nine Heavens Divine Soldier who had been missing for thousands of years, but was still famous all over the world, the Qiankun Qingguang Ring.

A clear light, with the swing of his right hand, struck towards the colorful sword in the air.

It was alive that withstood the sword cloud that was about to fall.

Qin Mu looked at Qinglong carefully, as if he was very appreciative, and said, "I didn't expect the Demon Sect to have a man like you!"

He knows his means better than the rest, this Qingyun is his home field, and the power of the leylines is like a finger, this time it is not only his own strength that is triggered, but also the invisible sword intent left by Qingyun's predecessors for hundreds of years, completely aroused, and there is a scene that can almost be compared to the Zhuxian Sword a hundred years ago.

No matter how powerful the Qiankun Qingguang Ring is, it can't stop it.

Sure enough, after a breath, there was a cracking sound from the green dragon's right hand.

The thousand-year-old divine soldier turned into ashes.

The disciples of the Demon Sect are even more dead-faced.

I only heard a loud shout from behind the Demon Gate: "Life and death are at this moment, and you still don't make a move?"

The speaker is actually the three wonderful fairies who are as beautiful as peaches and plums, and they are in charge of the four major factions of the Demon Sect with a female stream, which is naturally different from the vulgar stream.

The Ghost King and the others were even more silent, and the magic weapon in their hands was directed towards Qin Mu, they all understood that this was not the time to retreat, and there were only less than ten people from Qingyunmen at this time, so they were forced to such a situation, in the final analysis, it was just that the five Dao Xuan people were too strong and suppressed the Demon Sect's fighting intent.

The Ghost King and the others were peerless masters in this world, and their cooperation immediately reversed the situation.

Dao Xuan and the others, plus a water qilin whose skill was comparable to that of the Taiqing Realm, only had six combat powers, and they immediately fell into the encirclement of the Demon Sect.

At this time, as soon as Wan Jian of the Houshan Patriarch Hall knew that if he didn't make a move, he would really miss the opportunity.

I saw that the dragon slaying sword was screaming with joy, and the golden light slashed the way, and he actually led nearly twenty elders to kill from the back mountain, which was worthy of cutting the demon sect army in half from the side.

The elders who were waiting for work rushed into the formation of those Demon Sect disciples, and they didn't stop, shuttling back and forth, gradually disrupting the rear of the entire Demon Gate.

The Demon Sect disciple, who had been tired of fighting for a long time, had no intention of fighting, and no longer listened to the orders of the Ghost King and others, but turned around and went down the mountain to kill.

From the front, it was the person who spoke of the entire demon gate at this time - Yuyangzi.

I don't know when, this Immortal Hall Master actually took advantage of everyone's unnoticed kung fu to take all his disciples out of the battle group, this kung fu to preserve his strength is really rare.

He hadn't seen Qin Mu a hundred years ago, and he didn't know much about Qinglong, he only said that Qinglong's cultivation was low, and when he looked at Qin Mu at this time, he just thought that he was another member of Qingyun's elder-level figures.

A hideous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the yin-yang mirror in his hand flashed, and a dark light flew towards Qin Mu.

Qin Mu's eyes were all imprinted with his smug smile.

Flick the sword, clear sound!

Colorful streamers flew down from mid-air and fell on the heads of everyone in the Demon Gate.

There was no sound, not even screaming.

The sect master, one of the four major sects of the Demon Sect, along with his disciples, disappeared after this sword light disappeared.

Everyone looked at the young man in Tsing Yi wordlessly, still with a gentle smile, and asked them:

"Die, or fall?"

No one spoke, just looked expectantly at the leading ones.

The god of poison, the ghost king, and the three wonderful fairies.

The poison god is the most cunning and cunning person among the three, knowing that he was planted this time, he glanced at Cang Song hatefully, if it wasn't for this person's acting being too realistic, why did he fall to this point today.

As if sensing his gaze, Cang Song turned his head to look at him, as if he smiled very familiarly, the poisonous god was stunned for a moment, and then became angry.

How did he know that Cang Song's hatred for Dao Xuan that day did not deceive at all.

Cangsong lied to him only once, and once, it was fatal.

I saw that the poison god showed an old look, and said: "Dao Xuan is really clever, and the old man has admitted it." ”

There is no way in, no way out, how not to descend?

The Sanmiao Fairy didn't say a word, obviously acquiescing to his words.

Only the ghost king, his expression changed, his eyes showed a peerless rebellious aura, he turned his head to look at the green dragon who was still vomiting blood, and swept over the disciples one by one, his expression became angry.

"Disciples, for the hundred-year-old shame of the Snow My Holy Sect, my Ghost King Sect would rather be crushed to pieces than worthy of the Holy Mother of God. At this moment, he is outnumbered, seeing that we are waiting to die on the top of Qingyun Mountain, but today, everyone has surrendered to me, and he should have a clear conscience when he worships the Holy Mother and King Ming under the Yellow Spring! If anyone spares his life, he will take three steps back, and he will no longer be a member of my ghost king sect, and he will be able to save his life. ”

He saw it more clearly than the two poison gods, the four factions of his demon sect had been working hard to accumulate strength since a hundred years later, before they dared to be the enemy of Qingyun again, but they were defeated by Qingyun so easily, if it fell today, what future would there be? It is better to fight to the death, if you can survive by luck, you can plan for the future, and you can even use the strength of the other three factions to recover slowly. (To be continued.) )