Seeing that all the remaining monks were buried in the flames, Xu Ye's face did not change at all. He is no longer a fledgling child, and the path of cultivation is not long, but what he has experienced is something that ordinary people can't experience in a lifetime.

The decisiveness of killing is not Xu Ye's own character, but something that has to be changed in the general environment. Xu Ye doesn't like to water flowers, play chess, and live a peaceful life. But here, there are always too many people who can't help themselves......

Killing seventy people, Xu Ye did not pause at all, his body moved forward, and he continued to fly towards Fengyue City when he summoned the light.

But just when Xu Ye had just summoned the light of escape, suddenly, Xu Ye only felt that his heart was tight, and he was locked by the qi machine at the same time. When his divine consciousness dispersed, he suddenly found that nine sky-blue scimitars that shot straight into the sky appeared around him!

These nine scimitars are all transformed by spiritual power, but they are different from the swords transformed by ordinary spells. Nine scimitars, each of which exudes an unusual aura. When he looked back again, he saw a man with a smug face and a wild laugh in the wind appeared behind him. This man was none other than Wu Cheng, who had seen it before, but Xu Ye didn't take it to heart.

"It turns out that there is another fish that slipped through the net. Xu Ye's face sank, not because he was shocked by the nine-handled scimitar. Although the momentum of these nine scimitars was strong, Xu Ye had not yet taken it into his eyes.

And Wu Cheng saw that Xu Ye's face turned dark, and his heart was even more ecstatic. His eyes widened, and he laughed and shouted, "Little thief, obediently give grandpa his life!" After speaking, his hands waved violently, and the nine scimitars surrounding Xu Ye fell together.

"Hey, this supernatural power is called 'Nine Heavens Knife', and it is the supernatural power of the ancient monks. Little thief, you must use the strongest magical powers, otherwise you will die in the hands of my Wu Cheng, don't blame your grandfather, I didn't remind you!"

"Noise!" Xu Ye replied lightly, his right hand slapped at will, directly slapping the nine-handled scimitar in the sky. Seeing Xu Ye so big, Wu Cheng's heart was suddenly ecstatic.

"Ha, it seems that the radical general is still useful. "It turned out that Wu Cheng did not have the chance to win, and this time the sneak attack, the immortal treasure that was really unwilling to get his hands flew like this. Pretending to die in the Purple Flame is actually hiding somewhere else, waiting for the opportunity to sneak attack.

And when Wu Cheng sneaked attacked, he couldn't help but think of Xu Ye's great display of divine power and killing nearly seventy monks before, and he suddenly grasped a few more points in his heart. Therefore, he made mocking remarks to see if Xu Ye would support him.

Sure enough, seeing that Xu Ye didn't use magic weapons or use magical powers, Wu Cheng suddenly sneered and said: "Little thief, you are so big, ha, since this is the case, don't blame you Grandpa Wu for being ruthless! Death in the hands of my Wu Cheng is not weaker than the name of your Tianxia Sect, you can die with peace of mind!"

The Nine Heavens Knife fell, but Xu Ye's palm was soft and weak. Wu Cheng seemed to be able to see Xu Ye killed under his Jiuxiao Sword, and he seemed to be able to see himself holding an immortal treasure in his hand, cultivating immortal methods, and achieving a supreme immortal position.

Jiuxiao Knife, each of which is a cyan streamline in the sky, as if a slash splits the sky, the knife is powerful and domineering. And just when Xu Yena's soft palm slapped on the Jiuxiao Knife, suddenly, the nine scimitars shook in unison. In the next moment, all nine scimitars broke from it!

This palm is not Xu Yetuo's big palm. This is Xu Ye's method of transforming energy, although it is only three ways of transforming energy, but the power is infinitely close to that of the monk of Jiedan. What's more, Xu Ye's mana is so strong, how can he be able to resist it with a single palm?

A palm fell, and nine scimitars broke from it. The palm momentum did not stop, directly crossed the scimitar, and slapped it on Wu Cheng's head.

Three muffled sounds came out separately, each muffled sound came from Wu Cheng's body, one muffled sound, Wu Cheng's body trembled, and the second muffled sound, Wu Cheng's body trembled again. And after the third muffled sound came out, Wu Cheng seemed to have no bones, and his body fell to the ground directly.

After killing Wu Cheng, Xu Ye did not stay any longer, and disappeared into the sky in an instant......

There are spring, summer, autumn and winter, and at this time, it is the beginning of autumn and winter, and a few snowflakes are sprinkled in the sky, symbolizing the arrival of winter.

The Qinglong Domain is located in the extreme east-north, far from being as warm as the Southern Domain, so winter has come a little earlier. The land was covered in snow, and the vegetation was covered with snow.

Wuliang Mountain, located in the east of the Qinglong Domain, is the northeast corner of the Qinglong Domain. On the Wuliang Mountain, there is already a thick layer of snow, and the small trees that are a little shorter have been buried by the snow, and only the small tips of the trunks are exposed.

There is a lot of snow, the weather is cold, and most of the mortal cities will not go out, hide at home to roast the fire, drink a pot of spirits, and sleep with a warm sense of wine, which is beautiful. Although there was a lot of snow and the weather was cold, it had no effect on the monks.

Qi refining is still a bit worse, and you need to run your aura at all times to resist the cold. But as long as you reach the foundation building, the qi and blood in the body are vigorous, and you can resist the cold outside without using the aura and the power of the qi and blood of the body alone. Therefore, there is a saying that "monks build the foundation", which means that the refining of qi is still in the middle of half a person and half a cultivation, and when the foundation is built, it can be regarded as getting rid of the mortal body and officially entering the ranks of monks.

Wuliang Mountain is a deep mountain that is so remote that it can no longer be deserted, and mortals have never heard of the name of this Wuliang Mountain, but in the world of Zhao State monks, Wuliang Mountain represents a great power. The mountain gate of Baizhen Pavilion is built behind Wuliang Mountain!

The power of Baizhen Pavilion is all over the Zhao Kingdom, but every city of some size has the shadow of Baizhen Pavilion. However, this Baizhen Pavilion can only be said to be an external force, and it is also the shape of a shop, a means to harvest wealth for Baizhen Pavilion. The real mountains, the elites of the real gates, are all cultivating in the mountain gates.

At this moment, behind the Boundless Mountain, there were four green-robed monks half-sitting on the ground, chatting with each other, talking and laughing. Among the four, three men and one woman are dressed in the same way, and they seem to be members of the same sect.

Among the three men, two of them are ordinary-looking, similar in stature, and their cultivation is also in the early stage of foundation building. If you don't look closely at the appearance, you will think that these two are twins born from the same mother. The other man was sword-eyed and starry-eyed, and he was extremely handsome and straight.

As for the rest of the women, they have a delicate face and a bit of beauty. Wearing a green robe, it still can't stop her bumpy figure. It looked like the four were chatting, but in fact, it was three men who took the initiative to talk to the woman.

"The snow is falling again and again, and the dark fragrance is full of sleeves. Senior sister, look at this snow, and the junior sister is called 'Bai Xue', this must be singing the praises of the beauty of the junior sister like snow!" A male cultivator whispered, as if intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of the snow. But every time he said a word, he would peek at the woman, and when he saw her pair of beautiful eyes shining brightly, he suddenly smiled on his face.

Only then the man gently took a snowflake falling from the sky, and when the snowflake fell on his hand, it did not melt, but under the urging of the man's spiritual power, the snowflake gradually froze. The man's left hand grabbed the void again, and an air flow rolled in, and the air flow was in a bundle, connecting at one end of the snowflake. On the whole, it is an ice hairpin.

The man gently inserted the ice hairpin into the woman's hair, suddenly got up and took two steps back, aimed to the left, looked again, and said with a smile: "The hairpin beauty is more beautiful!"

Hearing such naked love words, Bai Xue's beautiful eyes were even brighter, but she felt that there was a difference between men and women, so she couldn't help lowering her head and blushing.

Although the man looked ordinary, his words and deeds were decent, and his words were moving, which suddenly made Bai Xue's heart collide with the deer. Seeing this scene, the other two monks glanced at each other at the same time, and then chuckled: "Senior Brother Wang is really a good skill, I'm afraid this hand of Ice Xuan Jin has already been refined to the fourth layer!"

"Senior Brother Zhao, Senior Brother Wang's Ice Xuan Strength is not only the fourth layer? According to Wei's opinion, it should have been practiced to the realm of 'easy access', I'm afraid it has already been completed!"

The man surnamed Zhao immediately showed a clear look, and continued to smile: "Since this is the case, then I am not a brother, and I want to ask my junior brother for some advice." As he spoke, he opened the posture of fighting.

The woman hurriedly waved her hand, lightly opened her lips, and said softly: "No, Senior Brother Zhao, you are already at the peak of the early stage, and Senior Brother Wang has just entered the foundation building, how can you make your opponent!"

Hearing this woman's words praising herself, the monk surnamed Zhao should have been happy. But this woman opened her mouth at this time, obviously worried about the monk surnamed Wang, which also made Zhao Luo's heart even more unhappy.

This male cultivator's name is Zhao Luo, and next to him is his junior brother Zhang Feng. Both of them worshipped the deacon of Baizhen Pavilion, Fang Jiangchun. And the woman is also a disciple of Fang Jiangchun, named Bai Xue. Although the three of them can't be said to be childhood sweethearts, they have known each other since childhood. For this little junior sister, both of them like it in their hearts, and they both regard it as a forbidden one, so Zhao Luo and Zhang Feng also have a feud because of this.

But not long ago, a disciple who entered later than himself, Wang Jigong, frequently made appointments with the little junior sister, and every time the appointment was over, Bai Xueqiao's face would be filled with joy, which also made the two of them vigilant. And this time, I don't know if it was a coincidence or something, I actually sent all four of them to be guards at the same time.

What made Zhao Luo and Zhang Feng even more angry was that this little white face dared to openly "seduce" the little junior sister, how could Zhao and Zhang not be angry?

Wang Jigong was not afraid at all, glanced at Bai Xue slightly, then clasped his hands into fists, and after slightly sneering at the two senior brothers, he replied softly: "The kid is here to learn." ”