Although I don't know what kind of fierce beast made this thunderous sound, everyone in the audience was shocked, but after a moment, more attention fell on Lin Chen.

The blue light was like a promise, the flames were pressing, and the flying sword that was bubbling with green flames only paused for a moment in that invisible sound, and then broke through the air like lightning and fell on top of Lin Chen's head.

Everyone lost color almost at the same time, Yan Ruoxue and other people from Shushan screamed out in surprise, they didn't think much about it, and the magic weapons in their hands were shot one after another, but all this happened too suddenly, and in a hurry, it was too late to intercept the flying sword.

Seeing that the light of the green flame sword was about to be cut off on the head, at this critical juncture, in the stunned eyes of everyone, only to hear a muffled roar, like a dragon roaring, the silent and simple blunt sword that Lin Chen was carrying obliquely, Huo Ran was shocked, and a sword blocked the unstoppable green flame fairy sword, and after turning around Lin Chen's body for a week, he rose into the sky, hovering rapidly between the heavens and fields, coming and going, the accompanying "cang" However, the sword roared more and more loudly, and in the end, it was like the roar of the tiger and the dragon, echoing on the top of the thousand peaks on the moonlit night of the 100,000 mountains, for a long time.

The mountain wind blew, everyone was surprised, even Bing Lianxing was secretly frightened, the fairy sword magic weapon that those young people in Shushan took off was shocked back by Lin Chen's unsightly long sword, and fell into the hands of the master, trembling slightly, as if he was afraid of something, even the immortal treasures such as "cutting red dust" and "snowfall" were no exception.

There was only Huang Bingli on the field, still staring at Lin Chen silently, her eyes were getting more and more worried, no one noticed that her white fingers holding the Taichu Divine Sword gradually tightened, and the faint green silk on the snow skin on the back of her hand was revealed, as if she was also a little struggling, suppressing something.

The night breeze with cold raindrops blew quietly, but for some reason, it never blew her clothes, and it seemed that all the winds bypassed the woman in white.

Under the wind and rain, there was still no movement on Lin Chen's moonlit face, and there was still a faint smile on his mouth.

Before the surprise of the crowd faded, they suddenly heard the continuous, The rushing and rolling sword roar stopped abruptly, and everything fell silent, but seeing the sword flying and lingering in the night sky, except for the faint glow, the ancient sword that looked clear and unremarkable stopped, and then it fell from the sky like a meteor that day, and quietly fell upside down on the ground three feet in front of Lin Chen's body, the gloomy light went out, and it was like the clear light that appeared on the master's body, half asleep, and slowly turned, as if he was looking at the man who owned him with a strange and cold gaze.

Looking at Lin Chen's flying sword, everyone was stunned, even Lin Xuan, Nie Yang and other people in Shushan couldn't help but look sideways, especially Yan Ruoxue and a few people, but they all knew that Lin Chen's flying sword Zixiao Silver Moon had long been destroyed, and he participated in the six-vein martial arts, and what he used was just an ordinary iron sword used by outer disciples to practice sword control.

After a slight turn of thought, this group of young people from Shushan had already turned around in unison, glaring angrily at the few Kunlun people behind them, and it was none other than Lin Chen, who made a sneak attack, it was Yun Tianfeng, who hated Lin Chen to the core.

Ning Gui Xie was even more direct, and without saying a word, he drove the red dust, ignoring the wound on his back, urging the true yuan, and the brilliance floated, drawing an invisible knife gang, and slashed straight towards the cloud and the wind.

At this moment, that Kunlun disciple's face was pale, there was a trace of blood on his mouth, and he was holding the "Qingyang" fairy sword inherited from the Kunlun Zicui Palace, which had been inherited from the Heavenly Medicine of the Forbidden City, and even his body was trembling slightly.

Yun Tianfeng looked incredulous, staring at the silent figure like a mountain, his eyes were full of unwilling dazedness, his face was extremely pale, and his eyes were a little dull, as if he had suddenly lost his mind, and in a trance, he didn't even know how to dodge the red dust and slash the qi, and he was about to die on the spot, when suddenly a faint red light came in front of him, blocking the overwhelming sword qi, it was Murong Longyou's peerless fierce soldier "Eight Desolation Burial Souls"!

Under the impact of the huge air currents emitted by the collision of these two immortal treasures, Yun Tianfeng overturned several heels and fell to the ground, only then did he come back to his senses, and looked at the long jade back in front of him in a daze, and was stunned for a while.

Dense primeval forest, surrounded by mountains, this place that was originally quiet and deep jungle in the wind and rain is now filled with a silent and solemn atmosphere.

Seeing the confrontation between the people of Shushan and Kunlun, Bing Ling'er's face was as cold as water, and she was also secretly angry at the Kunlun disciple who suddenly attacked Lin Chen, and was taking a step, but she didn't think about it, but she was pulled by the senior sister Bing Lan beside her, seeing Bing Lan frowning and shaking her head, Bing Ling'er pursed her lips, and her eyes fell on the silent master on the side, and then, she silently turned her head, didn't say a word, just looked at the familiar and seemingly unfamiliar face in the shadow in front of her, her eyes flashed, and she was silent.

"Murong Longyou, that despicable villain who takes advantage of people's danger is also worth your defense!" Ning Gui shouted angrily, and a nameless fire of anger ignited from his heart, and his delicate face suddenly looked a little hideous.

Murong Longyou's brows furrowed, his face was indifferent, and he said lightly: "No matter what, he is from my Kunlun, and I hope you fellow Daoists will forgive me." ”

As soon as the words fell, Ye Qianfan and Luo Yufei also stood beside him quietly.

Yun Tianfeng's body was shocked, looking at these three fellow disciples, especially the tall senior brother, the man whose light had covered everything for him, and the night sky of the 100,000 mountains, as if in that moment, it was a little more gloomy.

It's as if it's back in the past.

Who else remembers the child standing in the corner of the main hall of Qionghua Palace, losing all attention in an instant, clenching his fists?

What is the loneliest time when a person feels?

What kind of fire is burning in the heart, incinerating the soul in the body, every slightest!

Who is it, shouting in the dark, roaring hideously!

Was that Yang God the master who was burned in the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Ding by him?

Or is it himself?

Why, there is an urge to look up to the sky and roar?

He raised his head, suddenly gritted his teeth and stood up, his voice became a little strangely hoarse, and he shouted at the back of the three people in front of him who seemed to be a little dazzling even in the wind and rain, and shouted: "I don't need your help!"

The moonlight shone on his face, but no one could see his expression clearly, just like the heart that had been suppressed for many years.

Qingyang Immortal Sword Qingyan Dasheng, along the hilt of the sword, wrapped around Yun Tianfeng's sword-holding hand, in a moment his whole body trembled, in the eyes of everyone, but seeing his other hand and two fingers together, between the fingertips Huo Ran rose a wisp of blazing flames, even more fanatical than the Qingyang Immortal Sword raised by the Qingyan Sword, for a while, three feet beside him, the rain steamed up pieces of white mist, directly enveloping his whole person.

Murong Longyou and the others looked at this junior disciple in amazement, although they also despised Yun Tianfeng's behavior, but they were beyond reproach against him, after all, the master and the enemy did not share the same hatred, and they would be like this for everyone! If it weren't for the fact that they had lived and died with Lin Chen in that Jedi back then, and knew him as a person, I am afraid that they, who were also Kunlun disciples, would have already taken action to avenge their master.

Bing Lianxing's eyes on the side shrank slightly, looking at the young man in front of him who had become hideous in the firelight and white mist, his face was slightly moved, Samadhi True Fire! This Kunlun disciple who is not good-looking has such an amazing alchemist talent? You must know that the old Hu seniors who have been guarding in Binglan Cloud Pavilion for a lifetime and are obsessed with alchemy, when they have used it all their lives, they have not been able to refine the true fire of Samadhi, which shows how harsh this condition is to become an alchemist, Bing Lianxing silently watched everything on the field, his eyes swept over Murong Longyou, and he suddenly sighed slightly in his heart, this young man has such a talent, but no one has heard of it, I am afraid it is also because of Luo Tianyi, the heir, and at the same time, he can't help but feel a slight chill in his heart, the deep resentment in the eyes of this young man in Kunlun is really all because of his teacher who died in the hands of Lin Chen？

Yun Tianfeng held the Qingyang Immortal Sword and walked forward step by step, and among the blue flames in the sky, the desperate look of resentment made people moved.

The wind and rain are even wilder, and between heaven and earth, there is a slaughter.

Murong Long sighed secretly, and just wanted to say something, but he saw Yan Ruoxue on the other side of Shu Mountain, Lu Yuqing and the others were as cold as water, looking at the three of them, their hands were all holding the sword trick like a mountain, Huang Bingli's expression was indifferent, although there was no movement, but the autumn-like divine sword in his hand trembled gently, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, that is, Yan Ruoxue was afraid that he was not under him, not to mention that with this Shushan new lineage that led down the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder and razed a big mountain, even if his Taoism was exquisite and profound, how could he be able to defeat so many people.

It's just that he, Murong Longyou, is the most outstanding disciple of this generation of Kunlun Qionghua Palace, how can his pride allow his fellow sect to be killed by others in front of his eyes, and even his Kunlun Immortal Sect bows his head in front of other sects?

Murong Longyou's face was cold, but his eyes were slowly cold, and a terrifying momentum slowly came out of him, Ye Qianfan and Luo Yufei were beside him, and their faces were also awe-inspiring, and the atmosphere on the field gradually became heavy.

However, at this time, almost everyone felt at the same time that there was a slight tremor coming from the ground in the deep and dense forest behind Lin Chen, and suddenly that extremely loud roar burst out of the fog again, and a huge black shadow slowly walked out of the darkness.

Everyone changed color at the same time, looking at the terrifying giant beast that slowly appeared clearly and slowly in front of them, walked behind Lin Chen, condescending, the huge body suddenly paused, a low roar in his mouth, the fangs were hideous and piercing, and the huge blood-colored strange eyes like copper bells suddenly looked at them, the fierce light flickered, and in vain, everyone's bodies collapsed, only to feel a suffocating killing intent, surging like a tide, that is, they had killed so many monsters and evil spirits along the way, and they had never seen such a terrible demon beast.

Bing Lianxing's body shook slightly, staring at this behemoth beast full of fangs, he gasped, and already recognized this ancient fierce beast that was the same as the Bing Lan Cloud Pavilion Spirit Venerable "Pixiu", and said in a deep voice: "Gluttony!"