Qingfeng Canyon

There are still two hours before the opening of the Tongtian Cloud Road.

At this time, outside the Qingfeng Canyon, the sky is clear and blue. However, the surrounding canyon within a radius of more than ten miles is diametrically opposite, with a cloudy wind and black fog.

Such a gloomy scene also cast a shadow on the hearts of everyone here.

As the saying goes, there is a great terror between life and death.

At this time, many cultivators in Youzhou are suffering from more terrible torments than life and death, people are swordsmen, I am fish and meat, life and death are tied to the front line, but they don't even have the courage to fight.

After the four Jindan real people visited the people in the coffin in turn, they led more than 3,000 people to retreat far away from the valley, and after withdrawing more than 50 zhang, they seemed to be afraid, and then retreated 50 zhang.

Shuiyue Zhenren sat on the side of the purple gold gourd in the wind, his lips opening and closing, but no sound came out. Not far behind him, seven people suspended in the air opened their eyes and bowed to the person in the coffin, and then one person walked out and slowly descended to the ground.

"Situ Yu, the True Monarch, please advise!"

This person was dressed in a black robe, wearing a Xuanmen Yin and Yang Scarf, the sword was held on his chest, his eyes were full of pity, and he said coldly.

Yun Wubei secretly contemplated that this Situ Yu was only in his early thirteen or fourteen years old, although his face was cold and childish, his cultivation was impressively in the realm of the twelve-layer Great Perfection of Qi cultivation, and he couldn't help but be secretly shocked in his heart.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is a matter of life and death, if you don't want to be refined into a corpse puppet alive, you have to hide and pinch, and you can go up and challenge it under the foundation. Shuiyue Zhenren said calmly.

It was enough to make tea, and none of the more than 3,000 people came out of the ranks. Shuiyue Zhenren was not angry, but closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Shuiyue Zhenren has a peaceful temperament, but Huangpu Jingyuan is not.

The golden-scaled beast under the seat was killed, and one of its arms was destroyed for no reason, and it is not known how it feels. Sure enough, seeing that no one stepped forward, he didn't hesitate, and waved his hand to shoot out a mana blast in Youzhou's scattered cultivation, and immediately screamed.

After a long time, the dust and smoke settled, and there were more than ten corpses on the ground, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Seeing this scene, more than 20 people out of the 3,000 people swept out at once, their eyes were intertwined with fear and anger, and finally they secretly clenched their fists and walked into the middle of the field.

"Cowardly, you can go together as much as you can, saving the waste of time. ”

When the more than 20 people hesitated about who would strike first, Situ Yu looked impatient and sneered. After speaking, without waiting for these people to react, "Qiang" pulled out his long sword and rushed into the crowd.

The sword light, which was as black as ink, flickered frequently in the field, and his body wandered among the twenty people without hurry, but in a moment, six people had already fallen to the ground and died.

Yun Wubei retracted his gaze, sighed secretly, and ignored the fight.

At this moment, he was full of doubts and couldn't figure it out.

The person in the coffin can severely damage the Ming Tai Division to calm down the envoy Pu Jingyuan, with such terrifying strength, he can kill all the remaining people, but now he has done this more, which is really suspicious.

After frowning and thinking for a long time, he gained nothing, Yun Wubei sacrificed a trace of mana to his ears, and sank into the sea of knowledge quietly.

It had been nearly ten days since he had cultivated the first order condensation of the Western Emperor Heavenly Geng Golden Sword.

At this time, in the sea of knowledge, more than 36,000 regiments of soul power and divine thoughts have been turned into sword shapes, and the "Ten Thousand Swords Gengjin" array that has been practiced countless times before has swelled several times, and more than 333,000 needle-shaped swords are widely distributed in the sea of knowledge.

Outside the Ten Thousand Swords Gengjin Array, the remaining thousands of groups of soul power and divine thoughts were continuously transformed into evil swords and joined the array, and the speed was extremely fast.

The form here is bad, and it is impossible to say that he has to fight with people a few times, Yun Wubei no longer hesitates, and tries his best to control the mind and condensing the sword, only hoping that before the battle, the condensation of the sword of the sea can be preliminarily completed.

At the same time, near Qingfeng Valley, there have been dozens of Youzhou scattered cultivation challenges one after another. Whether these scattered cultivators met the enemy alone or swarmed up, they all fell under Situ Yu's sword in a short period of time.

As there were more and more corpses under his feet, his childish face was full of pride and disdain.

"The scattered cultivation of the lower country is really unbearable, and it is all useless waste. Mo who is practicing the Qi Realm will come out again and be embarrassed, let the master see how the power of foundation building is and so on, haha. ”

Rampant laughter resounded throughout the four sides, and many Qi practitioners of various families and clans in Youzhou were robbed of their minds by the previous killing, and Ai Ai did not dare to step forward in the future.

Among the people in Yunfu, Yun Wutian turned over, pushed away the people who were in the way, and walked in front of Yun Wubei in front of everyone, his eyes showing disgust and disdain.

"The young generation of my Youzhou are proud here, but I am ashamed of the fact that a yellow-mouthed child is arrogant. You are the head of the house, when will you stay at this time?"

When everyone around listened to him say "I am deeply ashamed", they had relatives in their hearts, and then they all looked at Yun Wusad with a look of expectation.

After a long time, seeing that Yun Wubei still closed his eyes and did not speak, the countless colors of expectation disappeared, and a few faint sounds of "gutless rats" came out.

Yun Wutian sneered, didn't look at him again, turned around and walked into the room.

"Huangkou Xiaoer is not ashamed, Jingbian Houfu Yun Wutian is here, make a move. ”

The next moment, the two of them slammed into each other with force at the same time.

Situ Yu is a fourth-generation disciple of the Emperor Zhenren, with extraordinary talent and intelligence, and his cultivation speed is extremely fast, and he is deeply favored by the Emperor Zhenren.

However, when refining corpses, most of the secret canons must be built before they can be cultivated. In this vein supreme true biography "Evil Ghost Corpse Sacrifice Sutra", there are all kinds of harsh conditions for refining the natal corpse, and a person can only refine one body in his life. After refining, yin and yang complement each other, and co-prosperity and loss are common.

With Situ Yu's identity, how could he look down on the Qi Cultivation Corpse Kui. It is the outer method of the sword path in the Xuanyin Holy Sect that is cultivated now.

The sword wind is cold and resolute, there are no complicated moves, and the moves go straight to the point.

This swordsmanship is not afraid of the hard shock of others, which is why many Youzhou have practiced qi and scattered cultivation before, and they have all been defeated by being outnumbered. Yunfu's "Cong Yun Xiaokong" is more weighted, the cloud Wutian's body is as ethereal as a cloud, the sword in his hand is smart and treacherous, the two have fought for dozens of rounds, never shaking Situ Yu, and they are separated with one touch.

The two fought for more than ten rounds, and fine beads of sweat had already surfaced on Situ Yu's forehead, after all, he was still young and lacked physical strength. A sword was handed out, pointing directly at Yun Wutian's throat. The latter dodged the fatal blow sideways, the blade of the sword turned sharply, and the blow slapped on the spine of Situ Yu's sword, and Situ Yu, who was shocked by great force, stumbled.

Situ Yu's body was in a mess, only to feel the wind in the back of his head, and the sword blade swept back and fell into the air again. Before he was reincarnated, he felt a chill on his neck and his movements froze in the air.

Seeing that Yun Wutian's long sword was across Situ Yu's neck, the fear in their hearts was slightly soothed, and they applauded and admired endlessly.

Yun Wutian held the sword in one hand, and nearly a hundred corpses covered the ground under his feet, and he had the intention to cut this Situ Yu with a sword, but the situation was stronger than people, and he put the sword into the sheath with a cold face, and turned around without saying a word.

The people around him, regardless of whether it was Yunfu or other races, cheered again and again when Yun Wutian passed by. Before Qingfeng Valley left, the plain-clothed woman in Chongming Pavilion Square was full of admiration, and praised softly: "It is worthy of being my Yunfu Heavenly Prince, and it is not a little bit stronger than some people." ”

Yun Wutian bowed his hand to everyone slightly, and when he walked in front of Yun Wuqing, he suddenly looked back and leaned over and shouted.

"Brave people, shameless to be with you!"