"Six hundred and seventeenth order, hmph, that was ten years ago!"

The sound was like thunder, rolling down.

Fuhu Vajra Qiu was like remorse, his eyes were cold, and his face was full of disdain.

It's just that such a look aroused the fierceness in Yun Wubei's chest. The evil power of the limbs and bones in the body was already ready to be unleashed, like a stream of smoke, and it continued to merge into the evil sword.

"Good time!"

Yun Wubei raised his hand and hit an ink-colored light mask towards the jade-faced scholar, enveloping it in the qi. Then he didn't dodge, staring at the golden demon pestle that hit straight down, and flew up.

The sword light exhaled a three-foot-long Sen Ran sword qi, and Yun Wubei shouted violently.

"me—"

Knock –

The earth-shattering impact stirred up countless dust flying, rolling the surrounding clouds and rolling, and the wind howling. An extremely dull loud bang suddenly erupted, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and everyone around felt a buzzing in their ears.

On the side of the ring, Qingyue bowed her head and covered her face, unable to bear to look directly.

He heard the loud bang just now, and he heard it clearly!

When the demon pestle collides with the long sword, and the strength is evenly matched, the sound must be as crisp as the chirping of a cicada. And this loud noise is clearly a crushing game!

And two thousand catties of huge force pressed down from the air cover several zhang high, even if it was a body that did not leak in the Jindan realm, it would have to shed a layer of skin if it did not die.

When he was in pain, Qingyue suddenly heard a strange sound.

The pinna of the ears shook in the wind, and for a moment, the eyes were slightly open. Through the gap between his hands, he saw that his senior brother's face was already full of joy.

The round-faced fat man put down the jade pot in his hand, took out a small bronze bell from his waist, and said with a smile: "The fortune is ethereal, invisible and colorless scattered between the world and the earth, like rootless duckweed." But if it is infected with purple qi, it will gather in an instant and exist. Falling into the mortal dust, or for the emperor's spirit, or for the morning dew, or into the root of cholera. ”

The fat man held the bell with one hand and stroked the bell with the other, as if he was afraid of being infected by the red dust.

For a moment, he looked at Qingyue with a smile.

"The junior brother was born with the spirit of heaven and earth, and the art of looking at qi is even higher than that of the brother. But the will of heaven is unpredictable, how can it be measured by people's hearts?" The round-faced fat man sneered, "This purple pole is beyond his strength, and he has entered the battle of the Mixed Yuan Dan, and he has a way to die, this person is full of purple energy, but he is going to fall into my Ying clan." ”

After the round-faced fat man finished speaking, he suddenly threw the bronze clock on his palm into the air, and the latter rose in the wind, dripping and spinning endlessly.

After a few breaths, the small bronze bell, as if a divine object had a spirit, turned in vain to the direction of the Void Ring, and immediately a circle of ripples visible to the naked eye rippled around it, and then disappeared without a trace.

After doing all this, the round-faced fat man sat down again.

And Qing Yuechang sighed, his eyes suddenly glowed with white light, and his gaze fell on the void ring.

After a moment, his gloomy expression froze, and his complexion changed in vain!

In his vision, the entire ring, along with the huge Cloud City and tens of millions of foundation building monks, was nowhere to be seen. There were only white points of light and purple columns of air that were rapidly growing.

The fortune that was swallowed by the Shimen Town Fortune Bell should be red!

"It's-"

Qingyue exclaimed, and an inexplicable feeling involuntarily appeared in her chest.

The white light in his eyes slowly dissipated, and when he looked at the void ring again, it happened that the sky was full of smoke and dust, and two figures appeared in shape.

At this time, the famous Fuhu Jinguang Qiu in the southeast retreated three steps away with regret, looking at the slightly crippled Vajra Demon Descending Pestle in his hand in disbelief, and was stunned. Yun Wubei stumbled out of more than ten steps, his body swaying unsteadily, but the long sword, which was already as black as ink, was unscathed, and there was a hint of purple intent that seemed to be absent.

Yun Wubei stopped the decline, his eyes froze, and he secretly thought, "This man's strength is so strong, more than a hundred times stronger than Cui Shixiong, who is desperate!"

It has been dozens of breaths since the first hard shock, but the surging pain and numbness on the arm have not subsided, but have become more and more intense.

"I thought that after the trip to the Valley of the Holy Spirit, the strength of the physical body had doubled, and now the cultivation has increased from the peak of the early stage of foundation building to the peak of the later stage. ”

Thinking of this, Yun Wubei didn't dare to hold it up anymore, his face became solemn, and he shouted in a deep voice.

"Come and don't be rude, Your Excellency will take the Ziji sword!"

Before the words fell, Yun Wubei flew up and jumped up, and even directly omitted the false move of testing each other, and the long sword also rose into the sky at the same time. In the blink of an eye, there were waves again in the calm and quiet ring.

Countless Gengjin sharp qi visible to the naked eye was born out of thin air, gathering from all directions, and the speed was as fast as electricity. In just a few breaths, the pitch-black long sword had been plated with a layer of dazzling gold.

In the next moment, the Huanghuang Golden Sword suddenly spread out, turning into a golden dragon head that had been hideous, roaring endlessly.

Below the dragon's head, Yun Wubei's cloud sleeves rolled up, and with a flick of his fingers, the brilliant golden light instantly carried a fierce momentum, and went straight to the ambush tiger King Kong Qiu with regret.

Ten zhang away, Qiu Ruregret finally withdrew his gaze, but he was extremely sorry in his heart.

This Vajra Demon Pestle was forged by him for three years with infinite effort and material resources, although it is not among the magic weapons, but it is also the most top-level Xuan soldier in the world.

Unexpectedly, in a battle that was thought to be extremely easy, the demon pestle that I regarded as a treasure was so damaged!

Qiu Ruregret took a deep breath, looked solemnly at the golden light that came from the roar, and had the intention to dodge, but the anger in his chest was as blazing as fire.

After hesitating for a moment, a fierce light suddenly burst out.

"King Kong does not move the Ming King Method!"

With a shocking shout, Qiu Ruregret's arm bruised and the tendons burst out, and the vajra was inserted into the ground of the void ring, and then he didn't care about the brilliant golden light rushing to his face, his hands suddenly folded, and he hung his head and chanted the scriptures endlessly.

Three breaths later, when Yun Wubei's "Western Emperor Tiangeng Golden Sword" fourth style came into the sky, this Fuhu King Kong suddenly opened his tiger eyes, and a layer of viscous and rich Buddha light Pudu penetrated Huachi.

In an instant, the expected crash of thousands of monks did not happen.

In the glittering golden light, a faint Ming King stepped out of the void and held the Dharma seal. In an instant, an illusory Buddha seal the size of a zhang shrouded the golden dragon shadow that roared towards it.

In the eyes of countless surprises, the two were like well water not touching the river, and they staggered by!

The Ming King's magic image was blown away by the raging Gangfeng in all directions, and the dragon shadow also turned into a pitch-black long sword again in a burst of light and shadow, and rolled back.

Yun Wubei fell back to the ground, there was a trace of waves in his deep eyes, his clothes fluttered in the wind, and the sound of hunting.

It's in the middle of its knowledge.

The old demon of Qingdai smiled and sat on top of Qinglian meaningfully.

"The star lord was able to behead this person under the sword, why did he stop?"

After a long silence, Yun Wubei sighed softly.

"In the realm of building a foundation, he can cultivate the 'Immovable Ming King Law', which shows that this person has a good personality and great perseverance. It can be seen that this Qingxin Pavilion is not all pickled. Yun Wu's compassion ascended to the front of Qinglian, and looked at the old demon above Qinglian with a smile, "Besides, Yun can cut it under the sword, but he needs to receive a palm from that Fuhu King Kong, with that person's strength, the result must be that he fell and I was seriously injured, it was not worth it." ”

After a pause in his voice, the smile on Yun Wubei's face spread, and he bowed to the old demon of Qingdai.

"I just thanked the old man for taking action and covering it up, otherwise he would be noticed by those people of the Xuanyin Holy Sect, and the consequences would be unimaginable. ”......

On the ring, the battle of tigers and snakes came to an end hastily.

The monks who built the foundation of the city were dumbfounded.

To this day, there are still many monks who can't believe it—this matter involves the face of the sect, and the battle between life and death really ends like this?

There is no sound of boiling, no whispering of discussions, and the city is quiet.

Countless eyes fell on the two people standing in the void ring, and there was a little more exploration inside.

Fuhu Vajra Qiu repented a little of his clothes, and then reached out and pulled out the Vajra Demon Descending Pestle inserted in the ground, glanced at the people of Qingxin Pavilion indifferently, and immediately did not look back, and walked extremely chic.

When he walked to the edge of the ring, under the majestic body, his steps were sluggish, and he turned his back to the cloud without sorrow, and his voice still rang like a bell.

"A few years ago, a certain family was defeated by the demon of the 700th order in three moves, and then escaped with his life, but he still doesn't dare to face this person directly, so he can do it himself. ”

The loud aftermath was still there, Qiu Ruregret's figure suddenly rose, and a few jumps disappeared from Yun Wubei's field of vision.

At this moment, the virtual shadow of the heavenly monument in the sky reaching the sky was in vain, causing countless people to look up.

After a long time, the flame-like light dissipated.

This Fuhu Vajra Qiu regretted the cloud road ranking, and he took a sharp turn and fell six hundred steps away. And underneath it, the word purple pole rises a hundred feet tall and soars into the sky.