After killing the three Taoist priests, Ning Wujian did not stop, he rushed up, and the long knife flew towards Zhao Jie, which was incomparable, and the meaning of the cold was permeated.

Such a change made everyone dizzy, if it was an ordinary person, he would definitely not be able to react, but Zhao Jie is not an ordinary person, he has been on the battlefield at the age of fourteen, and in three years, he has made great achievements on the battlefield, if it weren't for his father who is already above ten thousand people under one person, it is enough to be a marquis and a king.

However, he was taken away by the Xianmen, entered the Xianmen at the age of seventeen, and it has been ten years, and he also has a great reputation in the Xianmen, the long knife flew in, he spun his fan, snapped over, hit the knife face, and flew out of the long knife block, and inserted it into the boulder on the side with a choking sound.

The fierce momentum came to his face, and Zhao Jie's fan fell, and Ning Wujian had already appeared in front of him.

Zhao Jie didn't panic, his toes hit the ground, and he retreated suddenly, and at the same time, a dazzling sword light like a match rose from the ground, pierced the sky, and slashed down with the momentum of the river and the sea.

Zhao Jie was still left with the Daoist to make a move, this was an old man, and he was also the strongest of the four Daoists, and the three Daoists died one after another, making him angry, shouting, and unsheathing his sword.

The sword is like autumn water, shining on the sun and the moon, and on the sword, there is still a cyan glow, pasted with rune paper, and it bursts out with a fierce momentum.

In the face of this sword, Ning Wujian didn't even have the intention of dodging, he went straight to meet it, his palm was wrapped in silver light, grabbed the long sword that was chopped, and twisted violently, the long sword that was chopped down pierced into the old man's chest, and at the same time, a strong divine thought rushed into the old man's sea of consciousness, shattering his soul.

The standing body fell on the boulder, the old Taoist died, and there was a trace of panic in Zhao Jie's eyes, this old man is an old figure in the immortal sect, and the earth immortal cultivator can't even stop this man's move?

Suddenly. Zhao Jie realized that they had been fooled, and this was a game that led you into the urn.

Zhao Jie is very smart, Ning Wujian has been holding back, that is, he wants to kill them all here, Zhao Wangfu is the second most powerful force in Zhao State, in the army and officials, there is a huge foundation, kill these people, change of power, Zhao State will definitely have a period of chaos.

The same. Killing these people by himself, indirectly because of Zhao Wan'er, Yicheng County Mansion will be regarded as a thorn in the side of Zhao Wangfu, when the time comes, how will the County Mansion choose?

Taking advantage of the time when the old Taoist was killed, Zhao Jie had already escaped more than ten zhang away and flew into the distance, Ning Wuqian glanced at him, "You can't escape." Stay!"

A pale golden rope appeared in Ning Wuji's hand, and when he threw it away, the rope was like a golden dragon, with spirituality. Flying towards Zhao Jie, the speed was extremely fast, and in an instant, Zhao Jie was bound.

It's a rope of gold. Of course, it's not Taishang Laojun's one, it's just a copycat imitated by the Nether monks. When the West Sea was sacked, Ning Wuqian got a lot of strange treasures, this rope is made of Jiaojiao placket mixed with ice silk, and refined with divine fire, there are some pretense gold ropes, which can bind the monks below the Taiyi Scattered Immortal Realm, which can be said to be a very chicken rib magic weapon, which can come in handy at this time.

The pale golden rope was tied, Zhao Jie's true qi was restrained, he fell to the ground from mid-air, two teeth were smashed out, his mouth was full of blood, and his body was dusty, extremely embarrassed.

Although Zhao Ruyuan and Zhao Wan'er knew that Lu Dao Ning Wuqian must be very strong, they didn't expect it to be so strong, Zhao Jie was unmatchable to them, but it was such a person, he couldn't even make a move in Ning Wuji's hands?

And the aura that erupted from those Taoist priests was extremely strong for them, and they were masters in the Immortal Sect, but they were killed by Ning Wujian one after another?

Old Jiaolong felt a little bored, these people were just small ants in his eyes, and he could blow more than 100,000 in one breath.

Ning Wujian landed beside Zhao Jie and snorted coldly in all directions, "Come out, otherwise, he will die!"

"Hmph, good strength, good skills, good means!"

With a cold snort in the dark, the boulder exploded, and a figure appeared, a powerful momentum surged, enveloping the entire pass, dignified and upright, with a magnificent atmosphere.

It was a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in a bright yellow brocade robe, embroidered with a black dragon on his chest, dragon eyes and tiger eyes, and a majestic breath, like a river.

This is a Taiyi Scattered Immortal, especially with a sense of dignity and majesty on his body, like the lord of a country, as soon as he appeared, the ordinary people in those caravans immediately couldn't bear this coercion and bowed down one after another.

The big hand grabbed the shot, and the rolling clouds gathered, like a gathering of thunder, with rolling dark clouds, towards Ning Wuji, and the overwhelming force of mountains and seas surged from all directions.

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At the same time, a bright light shone between heaven and earth, it was a sword, a flying sword, there was a white-haired old man standing on the head of the cloud, wearing a Taoist robe, the flying sword flew out of his hand, and there was more than one, one after another, twelve bright lights lit up one after another, turning into twelve heavenly divine swords, flying towards Ning Wuji.

"Retreat, let's go......" Xiong Shanjun saw this kind of confrontation and immediately shouted.

Those shocked businessmen woke up, this kind of confrontation is simply a means of the gods, the so-called gods fight, mortals suffer, if they don't retreat faster, they will all have to explain here.

With the help of the guards, the merchants didn't even want supplies, and hurriedly rode their horses into the distance.

Qiang Qiang ......

Twelve swords fell on the ground, building a sword array, white swords soaring into the sky, among which the rock walls and boulders were shattered, and under the raging sword qi, they turned into powder, and one of them was inserted in Zhao Wan'er's original place.

The Dao man in the sky didn't care about the lives of these people, and if he retreated a little slower, he would have to be chopped to death by a long sword.

The sword array shrouded Ning Wuji, Lao Jiaolong, and the yellow-robed man in it, the sword light was intertwined, and there was white sword qi everywhere, like a thunderous hand gathered by cloud qi, crushing down, like a hand of annihilation, to crush Ning Wujian to death.

In the face of this palm, Ning Wujian raised his hand is punch, the silver mangs soared into the sky, and the huge silver fist slammed into the giant palm, boom, the silver light exploded, and the giant palm was torn apart by the silver light and turned into nothing.

At the same time, the sword array swayed out thousands of swords, turning into a sharp sword, falling directly towards Ning Wujian, like a rain of swords, bright and deadly.

A silver curtain of light appeared above Ning Wuji's head, blooming with a moon-like pure light, illuminating all directions, and where he passed, one after another sword rays disintegrated, and the overwhelming sword rain disappeared into invisibility.

"What?" two voices of surprise rang out. (To be continued......)