The sword qi was like a small hurricane shooting out around the Zangba Sword, he really didn't take out the sword, but the sword qi on his body was already overflowing, and Feng Jin was directly shocked without any room to resist!

Feng Jin endured the tumbling qi and blood in his chest, his fist was broken, and his face was extremely ugly. At this moment, the Tibetan Ba Sword is still standing in place, although there is no sword blade in his hand, but his body is like a sword blade, it is conceivable that his sword path has reached an extremely high level, and it is not a grade at all.

Feng Jin laughed miserably: "I can't imagine that you really didn't use the sword." ”

The Tibetan Overlord Sword was still domineering, and said indifferently: "I said, you don't have the qualifications to let me out of the sword yet." ”

Chu Hao and Dong Lin had already retreated to a distance of ten zhang when the two were fighting, and although Feng Jin's fist was fierce, it did not affect them in the slightest.

Feng Jin's expression was solemn, although he did not underestimate the Hidden Overlord Sword at all and used all his strength, but the gap between the Hidden Overlord Sword and him was too big, although the cultivation was the same, but the comprehensive strength gap was too much, if he didn't use poison techniques, the other party wouldn't even have the interest to look at himself!

"In that case, then I have to use poison magic too!"

"Come on!"

The Tibetan Overlord Sword didn't take it seriously at all, as a powerful sword cultivator of the rich land, although he was only in the early stage of Yin and Yang, his strength didn't even dare to take it seriously even to the veteran mid-stage and late stage of Yin and Yang. Sword cultivation is such a kind of monk, it seems that he was born to be able to fight across levels, and he is extremely powerful!

What's more, between the raging sword qi just now, the sound of thunder can be clearly felt, there is no doubt that the Gang Qi of the Tibetan Tyrant Sword is a powerful Lei Gang, and with the sword cultivation, it is simply like a tiger with wings, and the strength has increased by more than one or two percent.

"Immortal Flower!"

The poisonous gas was pervasive, and I saw that Feng Jin's face turned red at this moment, and purple gas came out from the top of his head. And his fists are clenched, already showing a double color like purple and red, very gorgeous and dazzling, and not only that, there is some more mist between the fists, this is not formed by the aura, but his poisonous gas is released, after the cultivation of the poisonous skill reaches a certain level, it can be washed out of the body, and it looks no different from spiritual power.

The immortal flower is the poison technique that Feng Jin cultivates, at this moment, his fists are purple and red and the smoke is confused, although it looks extremely gorgeous, like a blooming flower between his fist and arm, but the poison technique contained in it makes people's hearts feel awe.

Even the brow of the Tibetan Overlord Sword furrowed slightly.

Speaking of which, he has never fought with monks who practice poison arts, Daqian shijie, there are no surprises, not only those who practice poison arts, but also monks who practice corpse arts, puppet arts, illusions, etc., but these are all partial doors, and there are not many who are really powerful. And sword cultivation is even more poisonous, and his heart is firmly committed to the way of the sword, and it is difficult to be affected by external exercises.

Poison art, let me see what's so strange about it, maybe it can make my sword intent go further!

Zangbajian's face did not change, and when Feng Jin roared, his fists were like giant hammers, and the flowers formed by the poisonous gas also grew out of his twisted body like vines, wrapped around his fists, although the power was not much stronger than before, but the pressure brought to people was much greater!

After all, poisonous things can often make people fearful!

"Dragon Elephant Sword Technique!"

As the voice of the Tibetan Tyrant Sword sounded, on his body, there were bursts of mighty dragon groans and elephant chirpings that ordinary people could not hear, down-to-earth, cold eyes, the momentum of the Zangba Sword was infinitely high, and the body was intertwined with thunder and light, as if it was the center of this area, the king of this area.

Card rub!

Card rub!

Card rub!

A tangible power grid seemed to have formed around the body of the Tibetan Tyrant Sword, and this thunder power grid wrapped his entire body in it, facing the two poisonous fists attacked by Feng Jin, he did not dodge or dodge, and used this net as a defense, and resisted it with a faint expression. In the void, thunder and thunder were intertwined, dark clouds were thick, as if the end of shijie was coming, all sounds were cut off, nothing could be heard, nothing could be perceived, and time seemed to stand still.

The next moment, the purple-red poisonous gas covered the entire power grid like a crazy bug under the cover of the fist. But the poison technique turned into white eyes immediately after the power grid, swirling upwards without warning, and dissipated directly!

Not only was Feng Jin stunned, but immediately, Zangbajian's face showed a look of disappointment.

"Forget it, I'll give you a sword!"

Zangba Jian thought that the poison magic power was a big deal, but he couldn't even break his sword trick to protect his body, which was really disappointing. The swordsman was originally seeking progress and insight in danger, but unfortunately, Feng Jin did not provide him with anything.

And what he provided to Feng Jin was only complete defeat!

"Poof!"

A thunder roar in the electric light was like a prelude to the gloomy sky before the storm, and the electric light formed a shadow of a virtual dragon, which hit Feng Jin's chest directly under the surprise, Feng Jin was not so lucky this time, the whole body poison technique dispersed, and the body was shocked dozens of feet, and the poisonous flowers planted in the fields in the empty poison gate were pressed out of a rolling shaft pattern.

Feng Kou vomited blood and looked at the Zangba Sword incredulously, "You, you have cultivated the sword intent?!"

"If you don't have sword intent, how can you be called the five spirits of sword cultivation. Zangba Jian smiled faintly, he didn't take Feng Jin seriously at all, to be precise, even if Feng Jin, an ordinary Yin and Yang period cultivator, cultivated the magic power of poison arts, it was indeed not enough for him to take it seriously.

Feng Jin said miserably: "The sword intent is not soaked in poison, and the gods ward off evil spirits, no wonder, I am not unjustly lost!"

He knew that it would be easy for the Tibetan Overlord Sword to kill him, but it was just that not killing him should be merciful or have some other deep meaning.

Feng Jin's defeat made the entire Empty Poison Gate silent, and those disciples who fell to the ground were dumbfounded one by one, they didn't expect that the Hidden Overlord Sword attacked twice, no, to be precise, it attacked once, and the powerful and incomparable Elder Feng Jin in their hearts was directly defeated, and they didn't even have the qualifications to let the other party's sword cultivate the sword!

How could the gap be so big, unbelievably big!

All the disciples couldn't accept such a gap, but they had to accept it!

Behind the new master, those elder monks also had gloomy faces and were extremely dignified. Their eyes looked at the Hidden Overlord Sword that had lost its previous blandness, full of a hint of fear!

Ordinary sword cultivation is already much stronger than a monk of the same level, and the sword cultivation that has cultivated the sword intent is even higher by one or two grades, the Tibetan Tyrant Sword defeated Feng Jin without a sword, and even killing Feng Jin is as easy as a finger, and if he comes out of the sword, how powerful will it be?

Everyone didn't dare to imagine that after all, the strength of a sword cultivator with sword intent was no longer something they could guess, and among those present, except for the new sect master and the remaining great elders, no one thought that their strength would surpass Feng Jin's!

Even before, they thought that Feng Jin's strength was invincible!

The immortal flower that had cultivated to the fivefold realm couldn't erode the body protection sword technique of the Tibetan Overlord Sword at all!

What a blow!

"Door Master, let me go and meet him!" The Great Elder beside him couldn't sit still, and the Second Elder Feng Jin was defeated without even touching the other party's body, making them really shameless to empty the poison door. But he also knew that he was not the opponent of the Tibetan Sword, after all, the opponent hadn't even come out with a sword, but now if he didn't stand up, it couldn't be said.

"No, I don't. The new master had a somewhat unfathomable feeling, so he just heard him say lightly: "Just leave it to me here." ”

"Tibetan Sword, if you leave now, the master of this sect can not be blamed for the past. The new sect master didn't seem to be affected by Feng Jin's defeat at all, looked at the Tibetan Tyrant Sword, and said, "You come from a rich land, go back now, you can also stop the matter of injuring our sect elders and killing a generation of disciples." ”

Zangbajian listened to this passage as if he was listening to a joke, and then looked at the new door master with a smile and said, "It seems that you have a little confidence to dare to talk to me like this." ”

"If you don't agree, I'll show you what my confidence is. "The new sect master is so fearless, not only is it a little strange to hide the sword, but even the disciples in the sect are extremely strange!

This new sect master, although he has not yet succeeded in completely ascending the throne, he still has an identity before, that is, the fourth Yin-Yang Stage monk of the Empty Poison Gate, a newly promoted Yin-Yang Stage monk who just broke through six years ago!

This is known to many disciples and core disciples.

"I said, let my friend Tianxingzi come out, and I will leave immediately. You continue to be the master of your Empty Poison Sect and continue your succession ceremony, all of which have nothing to do with me. ”

Although the Tibetan Ba Sword is old, he is full of anger when he speaks, and at this moment the Dragon Elephant Sword Technique is not dispersed, as if there is a buzzing thunder in his ears.

"Tian Xingzi has violated my door rules and has been locked up and imprisoned, and now you can't see him. The new door master said calmly: "In our empty poison gate, if you violate the door rules, you must deal with it according to the door rules, Tianxingzi is not only your friend, but also a disciple of my empty poison gate, as the door master, I can't cheat for personal gain." ”

"Then dare to ask what rules Tianxingzi has violated. Zangbajian's face was already gloomy. Even Donglin's face is not good-looking. Tianxingzi has the grace of teaching him karma, and after a month of getting along with him outside the starry sky domain, he feels that Tianxingzi's nature is not bad, and he is not as cunning and ruthless as other human monks, so he really thinks that he is a master.

If something happens to Tianxingzi, Donglin doesn't mind taking the entire Empty Poison Gate as a burial!

He can do that!

"This is an internal matter of my sect, you are not a disciple or elder of my Empty Poison Sect, have you asked a little too much. The new master smiled and said, "That's all the master of this sect says, whether you want to leave now or not, I will only give you ten breaths of time to think about it." ”

"Arrogance!"

Zangba Jian hadn't heard such words for a long time, and said coldly: "Tianxingzi has violated the door rules, and it is also the door master who will deal with him, what kind of thing are you, you have not succeeded to the door master, what qualifications do you have to point fingers." Also, you have just been promoted to the yin and yang stage for a short time, and if you dare to talk to me like this, I have to say that your courage is really not ordinary. ”

"Ten ......"

"Nine ......"

Unbeknownst to him, the new gate master didn't pay attention to the words of the Tibetan sword at all, and counted down lightly word by word.