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Qing Xuan's eyes were full of bloodshots, holding the dragon sword shining with brilliant gold, and walked towards the person in front of him who was kneeling or standing step by step, and the aura exuded from his body was like a Nine Heavens Killing God, with an undisguised bloodthirsty killing intent.

Word by word, he said coldly: "This is ...... You brought it on yourself!"

Every time he took a step, the footsteps seemed to be stepping on everyone's hearts, and above the main hall, everyone looked at Qingxuan, whose breath was completely unfamiliar, in amazement.

Lu Wujian coldly watched Qingxuan approaching step by step in front of him, and he was quite surprised in his heart, but he didn't mean to give in at all. He suddenly remembered what the master of the sect had said, Qing Xuan was in charge of the punishment of the heavens, and over the years, he had accumulated too many killing thoughts.

Now, this Qingxuan's body is completely shrouded in the aura of killing, where is there still a trace of righteous path aura. Lu Wujian smiled coldly, looked up to the sky and sighed: "Senior Brother Qingxuan, originally in my heart, I still respect you for being in charge of the punishment of worry, although the handling of things is a bit extreme, but over the years, you have also been conscientious. I don't even know that the murderous intent on your body is already so deep, look at you, do you still recognize your appearance now? You are full of anger, so you still have the bearing that a person in the righteous path should have?"

Qing Xuan didn't deny it, and said with a wild smile: "Killing the wicked is to do good deeds, what I do, I know in my heart." If you ignore the path of separation from worries, it is the outer path of the evil demons, how can I Qingxuan tolerate it?"

Lu Wujian nodded deeply, as if there was no more obstacle, and said aloud: "In this case, this battle has to let the world see, who is the right path and who is the evil demon?"

The voice fell, and the Night Flame Fairy Sword in his hand felt the master's strong battle intent, just like a dragon's groan, the whole body of the fiery red flames suddenly churned and entangled, shooting straight into the main hall in the air, in the middle of the air, a dignified flame dragon was blurred, and the dragon roared for a while, surging endlessly.

In just a moment, the flame dragon dragon head was high, and with an indomitable momentum, it rushed straight towards Qing Xuan.

"Huh-" Another dragon groan, this one seemed to be more shocking and majestic than the sound made by Lu Wuji's Night Flame Immortal Sword. Then look at the dragon-shaped pattern inlaid on the body of the dragon fairy sword in Xuan's hand, the golden light was permeated, and a golden dragon suddenly appeared in mid-air, the dragon opened its teeth and danced its claws, with an incomparably noble bearing and respect.

Compared to the virtual image of the fire dragon formed by the Night Flame, this golden dragon seemed to be just like the real thing, hovering and flying over the Great Hall of Sorrow, and the unique coercion suddenly made the fire dragon formed by the Night Flame Immortal Sword feel the danger it had never felt before.

However, the fire dragon did not show weakness, and with a long roar, it rushed straight towards the golden dragon that had just formed.

The golden dragon didn't give in, and with a long roar, like a dragon excited, it also rushed straight towards the fire dragon at the same moment.

"Boom-" There was a loud sound, and the figures of everyone present seemed to be a little unstable. That Wang Yan and Hu Feng suddenly retreated several steps with this huge earthquake, and their faces were shocked.

Lin Yizhi was even more unbearable, with a shock, he almost had a feeling of broken liver and gallbladder, his face was pale, and he was shocked so much that a mouthful of blood spurted out of his body.

The candles on the dozens of bronze wax stands on the main hall of Liwu were extinguished in unison under this thunderous blow, and then all the hula lala rolled down from the tall candlesticks and rolled all over the ground.

Qing Xuan and Lu Wujian's figures shook a few times at the same time. I couldn't help but be shocked in my heart. secretly thought that the other party's cultivation was becoming more and more advanced compared to it.

After that loud roar, the flame dragon shattered into powder in an instant, and disappeared without a trace. And the golden dragon only half breathed before the flame dragon disappeared, as if it had been shattered, and the entire dragon body was scattered and shattered one by one.

However, on top of each fragment, so did the golden mang, as if countless golden fireworks suddenly rose from the Great Hall of Sorrow.

Lu Wujian and Qingxuan seemed to be deaf to each other, still looking at each other coldly. The fairy sword in the hands of the two of them also trembled all the time, shining with the strongest light.

"Lu Wujian, here and now, if you are so resolute, can I Qingxuan still become today's Qingxuan? Now this situation of separation from worries, but you and that person want to see in their hearts? If you are as bold as today, that person will no longer have regrets!"

Lu Wuji's expression suddenly darkened, and there was pain and struggle in his eyes that he had never felt before, but in just a moment, the struggle and pain were like autumn wind sweeping away leaves, Lu Wujian smiled coldly and said: "You, are you qualified to mention him? Today's matter is today's grievance, Qingxuan, you don't have to be verbose! You said that you want to take the heads of so many of us......"

Lu Wujian laughed and said: "My head, the shape of the jujube pit, I am also tired of it, it is okay to cut it!

Qing Xuan nodded, and his voice suddenly became extremely low: "Lu Wujian, you really can't help you?"

As soon as the words fell, the originally clear sky outside the Great Hall of Sorrow had become extremely hazy at some point, and the originally warm sunlight was instantly obscured by boundless clouds.

The clouds are rolling, and the wind is like a knife.

The firmament seemed to be accumulating its wrath, and above the dark clouds, there seemed to be a distant chant, which was the call of the gods, and the cry of countless souls!

The Great Hall of Separation suddenly became hazy and dark, as if it was filled with an invisible ethereal black fog.

Qing Xuan's figure is even more strange and erratic in this gloom and obscurity. The originally familiar face became more and more blurry and cold. However, only the dragon sword in his hand radiated a glittering light in the black mist.

Lu Wujian suddenly changed color, and his voice trembled: "Qingxuan...... Do you really want to do that?"

Qing Xuan suddenly let out a burst of extremely suppressed laughter, and there was a hint of desolation, a hint of bloodlust, and even a hint of penetrating weirdness in that laughter.

"Today, I see who else dares to stop me......" Qing Xuan stood in the middle of this dark cloud, which was full of clouds, covering half of his body.

"Master, stop!" Chu Xiao let out a sad cry, desperately threw himself over, and hugged Qing Xuan's legs tightly.

Qing Xuan was stunned, and the original murderous momentum suddenly froze, and then slowly lowered his head, looking at Chu Xiao, who was kneeling at his feet with a heavy prison lock, and there was a faint flash of sadness and pity in his eyes.

He slowly lowered his head, then bent down and gently stroked Chu Xiao's grief-stricken face with his big old hand.

It's like a sad old man, caressing a child who has been separated for many years.

It's just that Chu Xiao suddenly felt that the breath coming from that big hand was as cold and cold as the underground.

"Master......" Chu Xiao muttered.

Qing Xuan looked at Chu Xiao in front of him in such a posture, and suddenly, tears crossed the corners of the old man's eyes.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes and said softly: "Xiao'er, you get out of the way...... I don't want to hurt you as a teacher!"

"Master, you...... Stop it!"

Qingxuan didn't seem to hear it, still in a deep voice, and said repeatedly: "Xiao'er, you get out of the way......"

But Chu Xiao already had the belief of dying, and his hand tightly hugged his master's legs, not letting go for a moment.

That is almost the same as the teacher who gave birth to and raised his own parents! That is the teacher who taught him day and night and taught him to be a human being! That is the teacher who gave him incomparable glory and status!

He Chu Xiao, how can he put it?

He felt that there was a cliff in front of his master, and if he let it go, his master would fall into the abyss of the cliff forever and never return.

"No......" Chu Xiao yelled.

Qing Xuan smiled suddenly, his eyes were filled with incomparable coldness again, and he suddenly raised his foot and kicked Chu Xiao's shoulder fiercely.

Chu Xiao felt that this force could not be resisted at all, and rolled to the side like a dead leaf.

The voice without the slightest emotion suddenly came into Chu Xiao's ears: "Chu Xiao, you are still disobeying me at this time, today, I will make it easy for you to break off righteousness! I Qingxuan has never been such a disciple as you!"

"Master......" cold tears annihilated. Chu Xiao wanted to struggle to pounce again, but found that he couldn't do it at all, and Qing Xuan's seemingly casual kick actually sealed all his meridians.

Qing Xuan's murderous aura enveloped his body again. No longer obstacle, he walked towards Lu Wujian step by step.

Lu Wujian's face was solemn, he knew that the next thing that greeted him would be the strongest blow in Qing Xuan's life.

Lu Wujian suddenly felt a trance in his heart, hehe, after all, he still couldn't escape, that year, he escaped the storm, but today, he still has to face such a clear mystery.

I can't hide from what should have come after all.

Lu Wujian suddenly thought of something and roared: "Ruijin, Limu, Xiyue, protect the fifth child! Let me teach you Uncle Qingxuan's master!"

As soon as the words fell, in the dark hall, a pale blue figure suddenly fluttered, and where the figure flashed, countless blue lights pierced the thick darkness.

Cangli held it horizontally, and Duanmu Ningque's cold posture was already in front of Lin Yizhi.

However, there is a difference of one breath, yellow to dust, purple to strange, cyan green jade flute, and the magic weapon roars, endlessly. Zeng Ruijin, Bai Limu, and Lu Xiyue had already stood firmly in Lin Yizhi's other three directions.

The magic weapon is secluded, and it will never retreat. And at the forefront of this is the glowing flame of the night, and the extremely conspicuous jujube pit head.

However, no one would doubt that Lu Wujian with this jujube core head was Qing Xuan's deadliest opponent.

Life and death are imminent.

Suddenly, a magnificent voice with extreme majesty and anger pierced through the heavy clouds, as if riding the wind and waves, as if from the top of the sky, suddenly sounded: "Qing Xuan, Lu Wuji! I, the head of the sect, is not dead yet! You two are also tertiful, how do you want to do fratricidal things, want to make the enemy happy, and the relatives are painful? Very good, let me take a look at this excitement! I want to see how you two hundreds of years old will end up in the end!"

With the voice, a magnificent person with a natural killing power walked slowly into the hall.

That posture is compassionate and compassionate, out of the world.

Behind his magnificent and vicissitudes of life, the originally heavy haze and clouds opened and the fog dispersed in an instant.

A sun-like light shrouded his figure in it, shining brightly, making people suddenly look up and revere incomparably.

The clouds dissipated. Japanese soft light.

The main hall of sorrow is still so simple, vast and magnificent.

"Coach ......"

"Brother ...... Trouble"

The crowd shouted his name in unison.

Suddenly, everyone was prostrate, the mountains were like a tsunami, and they all sang in unison: "Knock on the real person ...... Zhangjiao"

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