In a fit of rage, what can ordinary people do when they smash their glasses and smash their glasses, but they are nothing more than making a noise. The swordsmen of the rivers and lakes, without saying a word, drew their swords and faced each other, and blood spattered five steps. Although it is bloody, it is a grievance of red dust and a hatred between children and daughters. The anger of the cultivators, the discoloration of the heavens and the earth, the thunder, I am afraid that many heroic men are fierce and fierce, and they are fascinated by it.

Lu Wujian didn't know why he was so angry, but he hadn't thought carefully about how to recover from this point, but for many years, because he couldn't hide the blood of killing and decisive decision that was gradually cooling, his body burned in an instant today.

Tian Anger Dao Chang is a notoriously violent temper, with red hair, strange eyes, the whole person stands in mid-air, the anger of the sky is like the birth of the thunder god, and the angry thunder fairy sword in his hand pointed at Lu Wujian and said: "I originally thought that you were my senior brother, so I had a lot of concessions, but now you use your elders and cultivation to suppress my anger, and even injured my first disciple Hu Feng, but I want to settle this account with you!"

After saying that, it was already imposing, and the wide Taoist robe swayed in the wind, like a banner that wanted to fight.

Lu Wujian looked at the Heavenly Anger Daoist coldly, but suddenly calmed down, as if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing color, and said slowly: "Hehe, Red Zamao, you still know that I am your senior brother, but since I have been in hiding, have you ever had the slightest respect for me? I'm afraid that you don't even pay attention to the real person in charge of the sect! You are not ashamed to speak now, but don't forget your identity!"

The Heavenly Anger Daoist snatched Lu Wujian for this meal, but it was a long time, and he couldn't say anything, this day the Anger Daoist was actually not very bad, but his temper was too hot, and he was a rough man. Lu Wuji's eloquence is at the end, but he can't be said to be angry this day.

Tian was disgusted with a roast chicken nest neck, stunned for a long time, and finally only shook his head, but he couldn't care about his identity as the head of the lineage, and pointed the angry thunder fairy sword at Lu Wujian and said: "I don't reason with you, it's just today's matter, how do you explain!"

Lu Wujian looked up to the sky and sneered, the disdain and arrogance mixed in the laughter shook the entire Liwu Mountain, echoed for a long time, and kept in the ears, this laughter made tens of thousands of Liwu disciples feel slightly hairy in their hearts.

"Confess? your disciples first insulted me Mo Worry, and slandered the real person in charge of the sect, then Hu Feng is even more guilty of petty offenses, but your Anger Peak is all good, and the protection of the shortcomings is protected to this big hall, and you are not afraid of the high sword pavilion on the opposite side, if the Immortal Hidden Divine Sword is knowledgeable, a sword will level your Anger Peak!"

The Heavenly Anger Daoist didn't listen to this, and when he heard it, he was even more furious, and shouted: "Lu Wuji, you are too rampant, you want to calm my Anger Peak, kill me first!"

Lu Wujian squinted at him and said disdainfully: "It's just you, it's too far away!"

Tian was furious, this old face was even more red and hot, and he shouted: "Where is the disciple of Anger Peak, prepare for me with the imperial sword!"

"Yes!" With a thunderous response, I saw that the disciples of the Anger Peak among the tens of thousands of disciples moved when they heard the wind, and for a while, their clothes were messed up, and all kinds of magic weapons rose to the sky, competing for glory in mid-air. If you look closely, there are thousands of people.

These thousands of people all had a look of injustice on their faces, glaring at Mo Youfeng and the others fiercely, as if they had given an order, they would eat this Mo Youfeng and others like wolves and tigers.

This is not surprising, the head of Mo Youfeng first beat the inner disciple, and then destroyed Hu Feng's immortal sword, severely damaging his soul. Cultivators, the fairy sword is fate, the sword is broken, this time not only Hu Feng was injured, but he found good materials to sacrifice a new magic weapon, and I don't know how many years, not to mention that he suffered a heavy injury, that is, after the injury is healed, the recovery of the meridians in the body will have to wait for three or five years. When this Anger Peak disciple saw his master's order, he was even more imposing.

Zeng Ruijin's head was a little big, he didn't understand what happened to his master today, he acted like this, but as a big disciple of Mo Youfeng, how could he lose the face of his master, and then said with a clear voice: "Everyone in Mo Youfeng will listen to the order and take out the sword!"

Before the words were finished, there was a clear sound, Bai Limu's purple magic weapon was already hanging in the air, and the white clothes stared proudly at the disciples of the Angry Peak who surrounded him, and the momentum of the Jindan Great Perfection was released without reservation, and the magic weapon was suspended in the air, as if he felt the master's awe-inspiring battle intent, and the continuous roar responded, and the purple light was terrifying.

Some of the knowledgeable disciples of the Angry Peak were already shocked, and blurted out: "This is ...... Strange!"

As soon as he heard these three words, the disciples of Sorrow Peak who were still violent, all of them changed their faces, this Anger Peak had already spread far and wide five hundred years ago, not that he had heard that he was no longer in the world, how could he suddenly appear on the body of Bai Limu, a disciple of Mo Worry Peak.

Bai Limu didn't seem to have any emotion in his cold eyes, he just looked coldly at this group of hesitant Anger Peak disciples, and a very disdainful smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Zeng Ruijin didn't hesitate, the Guichen Sword burst out of its sheath, the powerful earth attribute sword qi burst out, and the aura of the Great Perfection of Jindan also unfolded, and he looked coldly at the disciple of the Angry Peak.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Gangyan and Duan Langkun also sacrificed their respective fairy swords, and the atmosphere on the field quickly became tense.

One side is imposing, like a pack of wolves pounced, and the other side is arrogant, neither humble nor arrogant.

The atmosphere was suddenly tense to the extreme, and there was silence on the huge square, and even a needle could be heard clearly. Everyone's breathing began to become suppressed and heavy, and under this tense high pressure, everyone's nerves tensed, and both sides looked at their respective masters floating in mid-air. The people in this square and those who were full of voices were all the same wave of people, but the noise of Fang Cai was silent today, and the scene of tens of thousands of people being silent at the same time seemed so weird.

Everyone was waiting for that mountain-like order, what would be the next moment? Will it be a shout to kill the heavens, will blood flow all over the ground, or will this place of cultivating immortals be like a fallen Shura in an instant? No one knows!

Perhaps, but no one has time to think, because none of the disciples of the Sorrow Sect are cowards and don't need to think about life or death, and some are indomitable.

Someone once asked me what choice would you make in the face of the fear of the unknown, but in fact, many people have already made their own choice - there is no choice, because if it is unknown, what is the choice?

I don't know when the wind suddenly started, the wind seemed to gently tug at everyone's tense heartstrings like that ignorant child, it was the original gentle and warm sunshine, but at this moment it seemed a little desolate and solemn.

Tian Yan glanced a few times under the clouds, and found that Fang Cai's decision to let his disciple do it was a little wrong, he thought that his own vein was very powerful, and he could also force Lu Wujian to retreat, but he never thought that this Lu Wujian would not let go of a step, Mo Youfeng's disciple was even more fearless, and even then he was not very worried, but when Bai Limu's Liren Mo appeared, this Tian's anger heart tightened for a moment, and he saw that he and Zengrui Jin were both in the realm of Jindan Great Perfection, and couldn't help but start to regret a little.

Although he was angry that there were a large number of people in the peak, if it was about combat strength, except for that Hu Feng, who was a Jindan sevenfold, but he was also seriously injured, the rest of the people were all cultivators below the eightfold level of the exorcism, not to mention that many of the outer disciples were only in the condensation period. There are only a hundred and ten people who can really come in handy, but these hundred and ten people are no match for a stranger, let alone Zeng Ruijin's Returning Dust Immortal Sword.

Tian Yan suddenly sneered and said: "Jujube core head, I didn't expect that you Mo Youfeng actually produced two disciples of the Jindan Great Perfection, but this time your face was also exposed, do you want to fight among yourself? ”

Lu Wujian glanced at him contemptuously, how could he not understand the heart of this old man, but he had no intention of arguing with him, so he only said coldly: "If you row the way, I will leave, if you want to fight, where does all this nonsense come from!"

Seeing Lu Wujian like this, Tian Yi paused and said: "If these disciples are allowed to fight and kill, it is a small matter to destroy their lives, and if this 10,000-year-old Great Hall of Separation and Sorrow is destroyed because of the fight, then it will be our sin." If you lose, immediately apologize to me, and use your Casting Yuan Pill to treat the injuries of my apprentice Hu Feng, and you destroy my apprentice's immortal sword, you have to compensate for another!" ”

This Returning Dust Immortal Sword was originally a famous fairy sword that Lu Wujian became famous when he was young, he once swept the Blood Feather Temple of Wanren Mountain, and now the owner of this sword has been replaced by Zeng Ruijin. Zeng Ruijin regarded it as a treasure, in his opinion, this was not only a kind of expectation of his master, but also the supreme inheritance of Mo Youfeng.

Even if you fight for your life, you must also save this dust! Zeng Ruijin took a step forward, and just as he was about to speak, Lu Wujian glared at him and said, "When you are impulsive, how can you be this senior brother, step back for me!"

Zeng Ruijin didn't dare to step forward after a word, only glared at the day with disgust, and stopped speaking. Zeng Ruijin has always been courteous and courteous, especially when he treats his elders, and he is even more respectful. Today, when he acts like this, it can be seen that he can't bear it anymore in his heart.

Lu Wujian was not angry, he looked at the appearance of an idiot and danced with disgust on this day, and sneered: "So you are satisfied?"

Tian Yan shook the red-haired strange head like a wave, and said, "I haven't finished yet, I'm going to expel that idiot from the Sect of Sorrow, and never come back!"

Lin Yi's heart suddenly tightened, and a nameless fire suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, this old way blocked him from the moment he stepped into the Sect of Leaving Sorrow, and today he humiliated him in public, hating only that his cultivation was too low, and there was no way to compete with him in person.

Suddenly, Lin Yizhi suddenly heard a voice that seemed to come from the void, the voice was empty but unusually clear, and even seductive: "Why are you angry? Then go and kill him, killing can make you more happy! Go and kill him, kill this person who insulted you, you will no longer be a mediocrity, no longer a coward!"

Lin Yizhi was shocked, and was about to ask what was going on, when a cold feeling suddenly swam all over his body, and then his whole body seemed to go straight into an ice cellar, and the cold meaning was close to the soul.

Lin Yizhi controlled his mind with difficulty, and then slowly moved his body to the most corner, convinced that others would not be able to see his face, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the will that had just been concentrated collapsed in an instant, and a cold intent and a boundless sense of killing rushed straight into Lin Ruins' mind, fortunately, at this time, all the focus was focused on Lu Wujian and Tian Yan who were holding each other in mid-air, otherwise looking at it now, Lin Yizhi was already trembling, his head was buried low, and his long hair covered his entire face, and he couldn't see his facial features clearly.

Wheezing, gasping like a trapped beast, it seems to tear apart all the contempt in this world! It is to kill all the villains in this world before returning this peaceful world!

"Ahh And Lin Yizhi's eyes, which were covered by long hair, became more and more dark at this time.

Restraint, restraint, restraint! Countless voices sounded in his ears, and in great pain, he remembered only these two words, that is, the original meaning of these two words, which seemed to be forgotten.

No, he humiliated me! Why should I restrain myself! That voice was right, kill, kill, kill! The dark blue veins on Lin Yizhi's neck burst out, and at this moment, he seemed to be possessed by a powerful ghost, trembling all over his body and trying to walk forward step by step!

Go over, pick up the sword, kill all the people here, and overturn this so-called Lang Lang Qiankun, just and brightly! Why should I bear this boundless pain alone! Thief, you are too unfair!

One step, two steps, three steps...... Lin Yizhi trembled and walked forward.

It's just that suddenly a voice sounded in this soul again: "Idiot, guard your mind, use the Infinite Dao of Separation from Worries, and wake up quickly!"

Just like the match that suddenly lit in the dark night, the sudden light in the helpless darkness could not be compared to the warmth of the sun.

Suddenly, Lin Yizhi stopped suddenly, and a feeling of confusion rose in his heart, do you really want to do this? Choosing to kill proves that you are not a mediocrity or a coward? Aren't you the one who cares about those evaluations the most? Today, what is wrong with me?

Like a body struggling in a whirlpool, Lin suddenly grabbed a thin life-saving straw, Lin Yizhi held on to the only trace of clarity that the voice brought to him, and then ignored others, and suddenly sat cross-legged, and the method of condensing qi from the Infinite Dao of Anxiety was played with his gestures.

Everyone stared at the two people in the sky with good eyes, and there was no time to estimate Lin Yizhi's changes, after Lin Yizhi had been running for five hours, the cold and bloodthirsty aura finally receded again, and a warm current swam in the body, and then, the pain disappeared in an instant.

Lin Yizhi looked at the sky at this time, only for a while, Lu Wujian and Tian Yan in mid-air were already fighting together, the first battle method of the two Mahayana periods, that is, the entire Leaving Worry Sect was also the first time, how could it be possible to distinguish between winning and losing for a while?

Lin Yizhi looked at the tall, slender figure, thinking that his master did not hesitate to offend the entire Anger Peak for his dignity, his eyes couldn't help but moisten, and the figure flying up and down suddenly warmed a lot.

Lin Yizhi burst into tears, and muttered: "Master, ......" is that he can't say a word......

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