Chapter 563: Hello, Mr. Su (I)

The white-clothed old man of the Fan Xiu Alliance and the middle-aged man had deep eyes, and they glanced at the Fan Xiu Alliance, which only had a thousand people, and sighed faintly. The middle-aged man and the old man in white glanced at each other, and then said, "If anyone is willing to leave, the old man will not stop him." Although we come from the same world, the old man has no right to interfere with your fate, if you want to leave, be light. ”

As soon as this remark came out, many people's spirits were moved.

The current situation is hopeless for the cultivators of the Mortal Cultivation Alliance. But in the face of this despair, no one flinched, and all stood up. Staring at the people of the major immortal sects opposite, the team of only a few thousand people burst out with an unprecedented powerful momentum. They all come from the same world, although they are from different eras, they have the same hometown in their hearts.

Thousands of cultivators gathered together, and their momentum soared into the sky, shaking the whole world and the earth.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Tremble, tremble!"

The earth-shattering shouts of killing came from the ranks of thousands of people, but it was like thousands of troops and horses galloping, with killing intent soaring to the sky and full of fighting spirit.

At this moment, even Zhuge Buliang, who was not far away, was a little moved in his heart...... He is also from that world.

"Hmph, do you want to resist stubbornly, the old man can fulfill you!" a great sect master sneered, the electric light in his palm flickered, and a purple lightning ball instantly formed. The lightning ball is no bigger than a palm, but its power is like the Heavenly Punishment Divine Thunder.

This is an old master of Zhu Zixian Sect, and among the exercises practiced by Zhu Zixian Sect, he is biased towards thunder and hurting people. Those who cultivate to the highest can even send down the heavenly tribulation to injure the enemy.

The white-clothed old man of the Fan Xiu Alliance stood alone in front of everyone, the divine sword in his hand was raised high, and the sword went straight to Xiao Han.

"Old Su .....," the middle-aged man holding the ancient shield said with a complicated gaze.

"Die!" The old man of the Zhu Zixian Sect let out a deep sigh, and the lightning ball in his hand shot out, and in an instant, a purple thunder punishment as thick as a mountain rang out to the old man Su.

"Zheng!"

The divine sword in Su Lao's hand was sharp, and he rose into the sky, turned into a long rainbow, and rushed towards the purple thunder punishment.

"Who dares to deceive me, no one cultivates!?"

There was a sudden shout, even louder than the sound of the purple thunder punishment, and a sword qi flying from the sky shot out, slashing at the purple thunder punishment. The thunder penalty shattered with a bang. Immediately after, several figures flew in and landed in front of everyone.

These people are all dressed in white clothes and white shirts, carrying ancient swords, and one of them is a blue-faced old man, even his beard is cyan, with long eyebrows and sideburns, sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, the whole person looks like a blue-faced beast, and even his height is two heads higher than ordinary people, and a strong sense of oppression bursts out.

"Xiaobai?" Zhuge Buliang, who was not far away, was stunned, and he found that it was Su Xiaobai standing behind these people.

Su Xiaobai was dressed in white, his starry eyes were half-closed, a strand of hair hung down on his forehead, and his eyes opened and closed, shooting a faint fierceness. And beside Su Xiaobai, there was also Su Dingtian, who was also a cultivator from Kyushu. When Zhuge Buliang crossed the catastrophe, he helped out.

"Senior Su!" Those people from the Mortal Cultivation Alliance were suddenly overjoyed.

"Uncle ....." The old man Su before also showed joy on his face, and bowed to the blue-faced old man who was the leader.

"Hahahaha, who should I be so majestic, it turns out that you old monster is not dead yet!" In the Great Sect Immortal Gate, an old woman in sackcloth walked out, holding a rotten wooden cane in her hand, and an eerie aura emanated from her body.

Zhuge Buliang in the distance was slightly stunned and said, "Who is this person?"

"It's Su Hengfei!" Miao Xianji said: "When I was in the Xuantian Dance Pavilion, I heard the eldest sister mention this person, at this time, the old monster who was famous in the three domains was 10,000 years old, and this person was also a mortal cultivator. ”

"10,000!?" Liu Mang and the others said in surprise.

Miao Xianji nodded: "Actually, his lifespan should have been extinct a long time ago, but it is said that he took some kind of immortal medicine to increase his lifespan by thousands of years." ”

Zhuge Buliang already had the answer in his heart, this old man named Su Hengfei may be a cultivator who entered here from Kyushu 10,000 years ago, and he may be the ancestor of Su Xiaobai and their family.

In the Great Sect Immortal Gate, several Great Sect masters fought together, looking at Su Hengfei and his group with fierce eyes, among them, the thin old man of the Nine Yang Immortal Trail sneered and said, "A waste who has lived for 10,000 years and has not broken through the Immortal Dao, what is there to fear!? Do you think that you can save this group of mortal cultivators if you come?" ”

"You can try. Su Hengfei said coldly.

The thin old man of the Nine Yang Immortal Trail snorted lightly and was about to step up, but was blocked by the old woman in Mai.

"Hai senior...."The thin old man was stunned for a moment, and then immediately showed respect to the old woman in sackcloth.

Ant Lao Ou was holding a rotten wooden cane in her hand, her breath was gloomy, she stared at Su Hengfei, and said, "Old man Su, now I will be your opponent to avenge the sword revenge of the year." ”

"The sea fly is the predecessor of the sea fly fly. ”

"Which sea flying flotsam? Could it be that eight thousand years ago, the glamorous and beautiful sea flying flotsam who moved the three domains?"

"Hiss~~~"

Many people gasped, as long as they are familiar with the historical materials of the Flood Desolate Immortal Domain, they are no strangers to the name Haifeifu. Eight thousand years ago, it was the first beauty of the three major domains, and even the emperor who was in charge of the Eastern Regions at that time had a love for this beauty. But now standing in front of them turned out to be an old woman with thin skin and bones.

The years are unforgiving, even if the elegance is peerless, what about the beautiful crowns? However, it still can't stop the erosion of the years.

"Su Hengfei, do you want to see how much you have grown over the years!?" Hai Feixu smiled gloomily, and the rotten wooden staff in her hand suddenly waved, and a sinister aura instantly wrapped her body in, turning into a black lightning bolt and rushing towards Su Hengfei.

"Hmph, will the old man be afraid of you!?" Su Hengfei's momentum exploded like a rainbow, and a wide divine sword behind his body was unsheathed, and the sword slashed towards the sea.

"Whew!"

On Hai Feifu's body, the yin qi surged, and a large area of yin mist instantly wrapped the flying sword rays, and the sword rays were corroded cleanly.

"Yin poison!" Su Hengfei's pupils shrank, and he gritted his teeth and said.

Yin poison is a very terrible toxin, this kind of toxin cultivation method is very cruel, for the ancient "Poison Sutra" recorded in a practice. The yin poison that has been cultivated, not to mention ordinary cultivators, even a half-step immortal, or even a real immortal, may be poisoned.

"Old witch!" Seeing the viciousness, Su Hengfei couldn't help but curse secretly.

Two figures burst into the air and rushed into the air. Not long after, there were violent spiritual power fluctuations in the sky, and the sword rainbow pierced through the sun, and the thousands of zhang long sword rays split the sky into two halves. At the same time, a large cloud appeared in the sky, covering the entire world.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

There was a thunderous sound in the sky.

The thin old man of the Nine Yang Immortal Trail smiled coldly, glanced at the people in the Mortal Cultivation Alliance, and said, "Since this is the case, the old man has no choice but to solve you by himself!"

With that, the thin old man turned into a ball of fire and rushed forward. At this time, the middle-aged man holding the ancient shield stood in front of the thin old man, and the ancient shield smashed his head and face. It was a defensive weapon, but it was used by him as a heavy weapon.

The thin old man sneered, and the fire in his palm spewed out, fighting with the middle-aged man. This middle-aged man was also a pillar of the Mortal Cultivation Alliance, and his cultivation had just broken through the Voidless Realm fifty years ago.

"Brush!"

At this time, the other two cultivators who followed Su Hengfei also moved, and their targets were the other two Great Sect masters.

At a flash of sharpness, the two cultivators turned into two long rainbows and killed the other two Great Sect masters. The melee kicked off in an instant, and several masters who could not be in the realm of the void fought together, and a strong spiritual storm swept out.

Under this scuffle, everyone was boiling, but there was one exception, Su Xiaobai over there.

At this moment, Su Xiaobai half-lowered his eyes and stood indifferently, as if what was happening around him had nothing to do with him at all, he seemed to be in another space, unmoved.

"That man...... Descendant of the Juggernaut?"

"Yes, it's him, his name is Su Xiaobai, he is also Fan Xiu, it seems that he should be Su Hengfei's descendant. ”

Su Xiaobai, who seemed particularly independent in this melee, immediately became the focus of discussion, and many people pointed at him and talked in a low voice.

And for all this, Su Xiaobai was still indifferent, and even simply closed his eyes. Such a move made everyone feel a little perverse.

"Descendant of the Sword Master, huh?"

Suddenly, as soon as the voice came, a young cultivator in purple robes with a divine sword in his hand stood up, and a pair of crossed divine sword symbols on his chest represented his identity, a person from the Sword God Pavilion, and a descendant.

"Mu Yuntian, the first descendant of the Sword God Pavilion!" someone recognized the identity of the young man in purple and immediately exclaimed.

The name Mu Yuntian also has a well-deserved reputation in the Eastern Regions. The Sword God Pavilion was originally one of the few great sects in the Eastern Regions, and Mu Yuntian, the first descendant of the Sword God Pavilion, was the leader among the outstanding among the younger generation of cultivators in the Eastern Regions, and his cultivation was at the peak of Dao Yun.

At this time, Mu Yuntian stood with his sword in his hand, looked at Su Xiaobai coldly, and said, "What qualifications do you have to be worthy of the word 'Sword Saint'?"

As soon as these words came out, there was a sigh of embarrassment from the crowd, the two of them both belonged to sword cultivation, and Mu Yuntian was even more known as the little sword god in the Eastern Regions. Su Xiaobai, who had put down his wild words and wanted to meet the heir of the Sword Saint for a while, didn't want this day to finally come.

"Hehe, this time there is a good show, the duel between the Sword God and the Sword Master. "There was a burning look in the eyes of many people.

In the eyes of everyone, the little sword god Mu Yuntian raised the divine sword in his hand, pointed at Su Xiaobai, and sneered: "In this world, there should only be a sword god. ”

In the face of such rampant and provocative words, Su Xiaobai was still unmoved, standing there quietly.

Sensing Su Xiaobai's indifference, Mu Yuntian frowned slightly, he had a feeling of being neglected, this feeling had never appeared in him for such a big life.

Mu Yuntian's sword eyebrows straightened, and he immediately said coldly: "Pull out your sword!"

"Sword ...... Already in my hands. This time, Su Xiaobai spoke, with a little indifference in his voice, still half-closed his eyes, completely ignoring the other party.

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but be stunned, because Su Xiaobai had nothing in his hands.

"Hmph, I want everyone to know that you, the Sword Saint, are just in vain!" Mu Yuntian let out a long roar, and the divine sword in his hand shot out a sharp sword, and his whole person was like a sword rainbow towards Su Xiaobai.

Like a comet moon by month, in the blink of an eye, it has come to Su Xiaobai's approach.

At this moment, Su Xiaobai moved, and slowly raised his empty hand.

"Poof!"

Blood splattered, and the next moment, a bloody head flew out diagonally. But the man ...... But it's the little sword god Mu Yuntian!