Lao Dao's face was very gloomy, full of cold smiles, and circles of gray energy arcs emanated from the ancient sword behind him, and where he passed, the space was crushed into nothingness, and every step he took merged into the void.

Ye Qingchen's purple clothes fluttered, his black hair hung low like a waterfall, and his clear eyes quietly met Old Dawson's cold eyes, and he was not afraid.

Li Wenqing was silent, and the white clothes were better than the snow.

An invisible momentum poured out from the ground, not very strong, better than weird, every wisp of it was imprinted in the void, making people unpredictable. Poisonous snakes snake away.

The supreme-level fight, the destructive power is too terrifying, and the old Dao is not willing to do it easily, so he is tempted by playing the Dao pattern.

This strange energy is Lao Dao's perception of the Dao, and every wisp can fit with the void, which is really amazing.

As soon as the Dao pattern came out, Li Wenqing and Ye Qingchen's expressions changed slightly, their expressions were solemn, carefully capturing the trajectory of the Dao pattern, and deducing the method of breaking the boundary.

A moment later, Ye Qingchen's eyes closed slightly, and a wisp of sword shot out, slashing at the Dao pattern, destroying half of it.

"Infinitely close to the Supreme Great Perfection? Sure enough, you have arrogant capital! I think you have transformed from the realm of swords to the realm of swords!" A hint of surprise flashed in Lao Dao's eyes.

Ye Qingchen reached the realm of abandoning the knife, and every breath and breath can be a knife, and even a look can exude an awe-inspiring sword, taking a step closer to the killing path.

At this moment, Li Wenqing also made a move, and a green lotus appeared, exuding a misty blue light, slowly blooming in the air, and three lotus leaves were imprinted with the void. Slowly turning endlessly, the remaining patterns will be worn away.

"The way of affection!" "The way of affection!" The old way was completely moved, the avenue is three thousand, there are weak and strong, the way of affection, and several avenues are parallel to the extreme, the power is three points stronger than the killing road, you can turn ruthlessness into friendship, self-brewing a world, and it is very wonderful.

"Since the two little dolls are close to the Great Perfection realm, Lao Dao will play with you!" A trace of battle intent flashed in Lao Dao's eyes, and the ancient sword behind him roared softly, and the gray energy circle skyrocketed.

Ye Qingchen walked in the void, with a relaxed expression: "Qingchen is the one who can teach!"

Lao Dao is not angry, in his eyes, there is no difference between a person and two people.

The ancient sword roared lightly, and a wisp of sword light overflowed, lingering on the fingertips of the old Dao's upturned fingers in the shape of flowing clouds, as if it was alive. With a finger, the sword shot out, gathering and scattering, passing through the void, and the track was unpredictable.

The hands involved were too big, and the two naturally chose to compete on the Dao, and the sword shot by the old Dao was his perception of the sword. As soon as the leaves know the autumn, in the Dao pattern, it can be seen that the old Dao's sword Dao has reached the point where it is formless and phaseless, and it can be transformed at will.

Ye Qingchen's eyes were solemn, and a wisp of sword light overflowed from his eyes, slashing towards the sword qi with a devastating momentum. The moment the two were about to collide, the sword qi suddenly dispersed, and re-condensed after the sword disappeared.

After the sword qi condensed, there was no attack, and the dragon generally did not listen to the wandering in place, and a sword sound emanated, as if it was mocking and disdainful.

In the Great Perfection of the Supreme Realm, Yu Dao's comprehension has reached a peak, as the so-called ten thousand laws return together, although the way cultivated by the old Tao is not the way of the sword, but it can be derived from the way of the sword. Defeating the enemy's strengths with his own shortcomings, Lao Daozheng sneered in his heart, wanting to humiliate Ye Qingchen with this.

Infinitely close to the Great Perfection, not the Great Perfection in the real sense, Ye Qingchen is not as good as the old Tao in the word Dao, so this time it is his turn, and he is still at an absolute disadvantage.

Staring at this wisp of sword qi that was scattered and gathered, Ye Qingchen fell into deep thought, and he had already thought of the method of breaking the boundary.

With a light snort, a terrifying momentum emanated from his body, and thousands of swords lingered around his body, urging the sword intent to run rampant.

The sword intent is traceless, ethereal, with the void to overcome the void, with the void to overcome the real, the torrent generally swept the Quartet, the wisp of sword qi was easily annihilated.

Taking the initiative, Ye Qingchen did not hesitate, and the uncertain sword slashed out instantly.

The killing intent of the sword was revealed, and it poured out like a torrential rain, and in a flash, the air in all directions turned into infinite swords, continuously slashing towards the old way.

This kind of attack is very difficult, as long as the breath is endless, the attack will not stop, a trace of wind, a wisp of clouds, can be turned into a knife to attack, inexhaustible, extinguished.

Looking indifferently at the rain of thousands of swords, Lao Dao was not moved, and in his withered body, a strange black energy gushed out, and the black energy opened like a spider web, imprinting a space, forming a black hole that slowly rotated, and the terrifying devouring power swept in all directions.

The black hole formed by energy is constantly devouring, light and heat cannot escape, this space has become an absolute forbidden area, the sunlight is distorted, the space collapses, and endless knife rain has been swept into the black hole.

The sword is endless, the black hole is devouring endlessly, if it continues like this, even if it is thousands of years, there will be no results.

Lao Dao obviously didn't want to waste his mind, so he snorted coldly, and the black hole rose ten zhang again, and it was about to spread in front of Ye Qingchen: "Ye Qingchen, Lao Dao doesn't have the heart to spend it with you, do you know the trace of the emperor?"

Ye Qingchen hesitated slightly, there was no dislike in his eyes, and he shook his head slowly.

Nodding calmly, Lao Dao withdrew the black hole, and looked at him with brilliant eyes: "You really understand it thoroughly!"

The previous Ye Qingchen was like a Xiao Li flying knife in his palm, sharp, bloodthirsty, and would rather bend than bend. Today's leaves are light and dusty, but they are like pebbles in the riverbed, the edges and corners are polished clean, washed and lead, round and beautiful.

"Have you ever been confused?" asked the old man abruptly.

Ye Qingchen's expression was straight, and he bowed down: "Please teach me seniors!"

"Where's the knife?"

"In the heart!"

"Where's the knife?" asked Lao Dao again.

"In the heart!"

"There is an invisible knife in the heart, why be limited to the visible knife, you can't be sincere to the heart, how to be sincere to the knife!"

Ye Qingchen was as if he had been struck by lightning, his body trembled violently, and his eyes were full of lightning, as if he had realized something in an instant.

A knife roared loudly, Ye Qingchen's fingertips, a wisp of knife suffocating, that bright red, demonic dazzling.

Xiao Li Flying Knife! Back in the palm of his hand, Ye Qingchen is still the same Ye Qingchen.

At this moment, something seemed to have changed in his body, which was very shallow, faint, and unpredictable.

"If you can't be sincere in your heart, how can you be sincere with a knife!" Ye Qingchen smiled freely, stared at the knife at his fingertips, and said gently: "Since you have a knife in your heart, why be persistent and have no knife in your hand!"

Gain and loss, loss and gain, in the killing road, Ye Qingchen made a breakthrough again.

"Congratulations to Xiaoyou for advancing to the Great Perfection Realm!" Ye Qingchen reached the Great Perfection Realm, and the old Taoist naturally had a relationship with his peers.

Ye Qingchen nodded, looked at Li Wenqing, who looked indifferent on the side, and smiled lightly: "Brother Li, Ye is waiting for you to break through in this Great Perfection Realm!"

"I will definitely come!" Li Wenqing's expression did not have a trace of gloom, only determination and confidence.

Eighteen rays of light flashed, and in the void, the figure of the eighteen supreme slowly emerged, and when they saw the three people who looked very enthusiastic, they all breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

"Senior!" eighteen people bowed.

Lao Dao nodded indifferently, and his long eyebrows moved: "You guys should each disperse! ”

Seeing Lao Dao's words, everyone also knew that they couldn't get the news from Ye Qingchen and Li's intercession, so they bowed down and retreated.

Suddenly, the Tsing Yi scribe frowned, and suddenly spoke: "Senior, someone outside the base asks to see, claiming to have news of the emperor!"

"Oh, let him in!" Lao Dao looked soothing, and a faint smile could be seen in his eyes.

Ye Qingchen and Li Wenqing glanced at each other, and they both found a touch of solemnity in each other's eyes.

After a while, an unusually burly and majestic body came in a hurry.

The big man was nine feet tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and his muscles were knotted, flashing with a cold color. The face is calm, not angry and self-assured, a pair of Danfeng eyes open and close, and there is a faint flicker.

The dragon and the tiger walked only to see, there was a hidden wind and clouds, the momentum of the eight directions, the body of the great shore seemed to be infinitely magnified, in the eyes of everyone, it seemed to see a big mountain moving, not strong momentum but enough to shock people's hearts.

This kind of majesty seems to come from the soul, and it is born with a kingly domineering, and between the expectations, the majesty is mighty.

The big man has a gloomy face, majestic and domineering, if Lin Qing is again, he will definitely set up a killer, this big man is none other than Di Jun, the inheritor of the ancient demon who has been hard to find.

"Seniors?" Di Jun bowed without humility or arrogance, his eyes were full of pride, and he did not feel constrained because he faced twenty-one supreme level powerhouses.

Lao Dao nodded approvingly, with a great sense of surprise in his eyes, this kind of king is domineering, it is born with the image of a king. Seeing that the big man is neither humble nor arrogant, he is more and more sure of this speculation.

"Do you know the traces of the emperor?" the Tsing Yi scribe frowned.

Emperor Jun shook his head slowly, his expression calm: "I don't know the trace of the emperor!"

At this point, everyone was pale-faced, but Lao Dao looked at him with a deep expression.

Teasing the Supreme, the consequences are unimaginable, although the Supremes are angry, they have a plan in their hearts, and they don't think that a god of war level powerhouse has burned his brain and deliberately jokes with his life. Therefore, though the people were angry, no one moved to kill.

Di Jun's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "Although I don't know the trace of the emperor, I can let him appear by himself!"

"What's the solution? Tell me quickly!" It is about the divinity of the emperor, and no one among the supremes can remain indifferent, and when they see the emperor Jun so determined, their eyes are hot.

Raising his head, Di Jun had a hideous smile on the corner of his mouth, and said in a cruel voice: "His woman and brother are in my hands, I'm not afraid that he won't show up!"

Hearing this, Li Wenqing and Ye Qingchen's expressions instantly turned cold, and the latter's eyes flashed, only to see a wisp of sword light trembling slightly, not moving a step forward in the Tower of Life and Death, and the qi machine instantly locked Di Jun.

Di Jun's face remained unchanged, knowing that he couldn't die, and sure enough, all the supremes were angry, and eighteen terrifying momentum rushed into the sky, locking Ye Qingchen.

The scribe in Tsing Yi looked unkind: "Ye Qingchen, what do you want to do?"

"Get out of here!or die!" Ye Qingchen raised his eyebrows, his fingertips curled, and a wisp of sword cut through the void.

The scribe in Tsing Yi was furious when he heard this, and when he was about to have a seizure, Lao Dao stepped out, stood between the two, looked directly at Ye Qingchen, and said calmly: "Ye Xiaoyou! ”

"Get out of the way!" Ye Qingchen's expression was indifferent, the sword light was dazzling, and the breath of the Supreme Great Perfection completely exploded, sweeping the entire mercenary star, and the terrifying coercion made the heart of the Eighteen Supremes beat wildly.

The Great War is imminent!

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