Forcing the true qi out of the body to condense into a sword shape is just a simple low-level spell that even a Qi cultivation period cultivator can do. The white flying sword condensed by the Xuanguang Dao people is very different, the power of the true yuan contained in it is extremely thick, if it is used to kill the enemy, its speed, strength, and sharpness are sharper than the natal flying sword that has been cultivated for many years.

When facing the monstrous coercion that rushed out of this flying sword, Shen Gongnan couldn't give birth to a trace of resistance.

This True Yuan Sword Condensing Technique is a top-level method recorded in the Jade Void Sword Technique, which can only be condensed after advancing to the realm of the gods.

Xuanguang Dao people are only in the early stage of the Yuan Infant realm, and it is really unbelievable that they can easily and casually use the power of True Yuan to condense the Sword of True Yuan, but the coercion in that flying sword is so powerful, it is definitely not an illusory thing, could it be that in the past few decades, Xuanguang Dao people have had other adventures, or can the high-level methods recorded in the Jade Void Sword Method be practiced in another way.

With this "True Yuan Sword", it can be said that there is one more way to save one's life, and when it comes to monks of a higher realm, it is like having one more life.

"Senior brother, wait for brother, I'll go with you!"

Shen Gongnan stood up suddenly, his figure moved, purple light flashed, and he had arrived outside the main hall, and he drove away and followed behind the Xuanguang Daoist, looking impatient.

Hua Tianyu and Mei Yuchen glanced at each other, their faces changed, and they all stood up in unison, and Hua Tianyu saluted Xuanye Daoren. said: "Uncle Shi, wait a minute, wait for the disciple to go and find the master back." ”

Mei Yuchen said: "The old man also wants to see what this True Yuan Sword is all about. Lost company!"

A group of Jindan period monks watched the five Yuanying monks leave the four of them at once, and couldn't help but look at each other. He looked at the Xuanye Daoist again.

The green tendon of Xuanye Daoren's right hand pressed on the jade chair exploded, and with a "snap", the armrest of the wide jade chair was pressed into two pieces.

Xuanguang has always been at odds with himself, and he is not inferior to himself, but Shen Gongnan even went with him, so among the seven Yuanying monks of the Jade Ding Sect, isn't it only himself and Hua Tianyu who have thrown themselves into the Frozen Valley, and how can they fulfill the promise they made to the Heavenly Evil Venerable?

Let alone. The only remaining Chixiao Sword among the five great divine soldiers of Yuding Gate is still in the hands of Shen Gongnan, if it is taken to Shennong Mountain, it will be troublesome.

The most surprising thing was that Xuanguang was able to use the Sword of True Yuan, and when he faced the flying sword that had been transformed, his heart trembled.

Hua Tianyu and Mei Yuchen followed, whether it was to persuade Shen Gongnan to return, or if they had other plans and didn't participate. There was an accident that couldn't be cleaned up, wouldn't it be a chicken and egg fight?

The atmosphere in the main hall was dull and awkward!

All the disciples of the Jindan period were looking at the Xuanye Daoist, waiting for his instructions, but the Xuanye Daoist was turning all kinds of thoughts on his own.

A full quarter of an hour has passed. Xuanye Dao had an idea in his heart, stood up, and his gaze swept over the group of Jindan stage disciples. He commanded in a cold voice: "No one is allowed to leave the main hall, wait for this seat to come back and discuss it!"

Let's talk about it. With a gloomy face, he walked quickly to the outside of the hall.

Outside the hall gate, there were eight deacon disciples in blue robes. Standing up straight one by one, with solemn expressions, whatever happened in the hall didn't seem to have much to do with these disciples with low mana.

At the moment when the footsteps of the Xuanye Daoist were about to step out of the main hall, one of the ordinary-looking young Daoists suddenly moved, blocked in front of the Xuanye Daoist, and said expressionlessly: "Go back!"

"Bold!"

Xuanye Daoren's anger surged, the sleeves of his robe shook, and a ball of blue light flew out of his body, and he slammed into this deacon disciple who was crazy and desperate to find death, and he was about to roll it up and throw it to the square outside the hall to teach him a lesson.

Unexpectedly, the blue light fell on the blue-robed Taoist priest, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and they all burrowed into the body of the blue-robed Taoist priest.

The blue-robed Taoist priest not only did not retreat, but a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and with a shake of his palm, he pressed on the dantian of the Xuanye Daoist, and a huge force gushed out from the palm of his hand, and the Xuanye Daoist only felt a sharp pain like a tear in the dantian, and the Yuanying was instantly twisted into pieces by this huge force, and the true qi of the whole body collapsed, and he could no longer condense a trace of it.

All of this is like lightning and stone fire, the disciples of the Jindan period and the Qi cultivation period outside the hall have not yet understood what is going on, Xuanye's figure has already flown upside down lightly, and fell in the middle of the main hall, his face is facing the sky, his eyes are round, his eyes are full of incredible colors, his mouth and nose are spurting blood, his limbs are twitching, and he is speechless.

The blue-robed Taoist priest's body suddenly flashed with white light, and his figure was twisted and changed in the white light, and in the blink of an eye, it had changed into a different appearance.

He was still thirty-five or sixteen years old, but his robe turned the color of the moon, a white jade hairpin five or six inches long was inserted in the jet-black bun, the slender sword eyebrows flew obliquely into the sideburns, the pupils were dark and bright, the cheeks were hooked and, the nose was straight and the mouth was square, and the five willows had long beards.

"Qingyang Ancestor!"

"Qingyang Ancestor!"

"It's Qingyang Shizu!"

Seeing the appearance of the Taoist priest clearly, Yin Kaitian, Mingli, Minglu, the old man surnamed Zhang and others screamed at the same time.

The monks inside and outside the hall were all dumbfounded.

"Before, I just saw that you were narrow-minded and unworthy of the big responsibility, but I didn't expect it, but now you are bold and shameless, what's the use of leaving your life?"

Before the Qingyang Daoist's words fell, the index finger of his right hand flicked lightly, and a white light flew out from the fingertips, falling between the eyebrows of the Xuanye Daoist at a distance of more than ten zhang.

Seeing this scene in front of them, the henchmen and disciples of the Xuanye Daoist and the few people who advocated taking refuge in the Frozen Valley were suddenly frightened, and two of them were even trembling, and they fell to the ground with a thud, shouting in their mouths: "Master Ancestor spare your life, Master Ancestor spare your life!"

"Rubbish!"

Qingyang Dao people didn't bother to look at the two of them, turned around, waved the sleeves of their robes back, and a white light flew out of the sleeve, turning into a seven-foot-long snow-bright flying sword, and after circling in the main hall for a week, it collapsed into a cloud of white light with a bang, and then disappeared without a trace.

The disciples only saw the sword light flying in front of them, full of coldness, all of them were panicked, they couldn't sit steadily, and they didn't dare to stand up, until the flying sword condensed with true qi at will collapsed and disappeared, and then they saw clearly that the heads of the six Jindan stage disciples had rolled to the ground, including the two who knelt on the ground, and as for the other four, they were all people who were just clamoring to take refuge in the Frozen Valley.

"Yin Kaitian, Mingli, you two listen well, if anyone dares to step out of the palace gate, kill him for this seat!"

The voice floated in the main hall, but the figure of the Qingyang Daoist had disappeared at the door of the hall, and no one inside or outside the hall could see how he left.

As for the Xuanguang Dao people, at this time, they were more than twenty miles away from the Yuzhen Palace, and they seemed to be unaware of everything that happened in the Yuzhen Palace, and they also ignored the three people who followed as if they were unknown, only Mei Yuchen, who was the most behind of the four, suddenly stopped in the air, turned his head and glanced at the direction of Yunan Palace, and his eyes showed a trace of doubt.

After a moment of silence, he looked at the speeding figures of the three people in front of him, a sneer appeared on his gloomy face, and he chased after him again.

From the west peak of Yuding to the south peak of Yuding, if it is from the top of Yuding Tianchi in a straight line, at most eighty miles away, if you walk along the ridge on the side of Tianchi, I am afraid that there are not more than 100 miles, now, Xuanguang Dao people are flying forward along the ridge, the speed seems to be not fast, but Shen Gongnan has not been able to catch up, as for Hua Tianyu, the distance between the two is getting bigger and bigger, but Mei Yuchen's expression is the most relaxed.

Along the way, there were also many disciples in the Qi cultivation period who saw several masters walking against the wind at a distance from each other, but they were just looking, and they didn't dare to step forward to say hello, nor could they say a word.

Between several peaks of seven or eight hundred zhang, there is an inconspicuous small mountain that is shrouded in dense fog all the year round, just when the Xuanguang Dao people are still more than ten miles away from this mountain, there is a sudden sound of tinkling dong in the dense fog between the mountainsides, and the Xuanguang Dao people seem to be attracted by the sound of the qin, and their figures move, flying towards the direction where the mountain peak is located.

This peak is Xianyun Peak, and the place where the piano sound is sounded is Qingmeiju.

Shen Gongnan's eyes couldn't help but show a hint of surprise, and he followed Xuanguang towards Xianyun Peak without thinking.

Hua Tianyu slowly slowed down his speed, showing a hint of hesitation on his face, and at this moment, Mei Yuchen's voice came from his ears: "Just follow along, the deity wants to see what tricks Xuanguang Xiao'er plays." ”

Outside Xianyun Peak, a thick white mist suddenly rolled up, and a passage came out of thin air, and the soothing and lazy piano sound also became agitated.

Outside the Qingmei House, the forbidden light curtain that had been closed for decades slowly opened.

Xuanguang Daoren's eyes lit up, the expression on Shen Gongnan's face was surprised and happy, but Hua Tianyu's expression was a little flustered, he slowed down his speed again, his lips trembled slightly, and he said to Mei Yuchen behind him: "This is the retreat place of Qingyang Master? Could it be that Qingyang Master's Ancestor has not fallen at all?"

"Qingyang? So what, even if he dies and comes back to life, he will only die again, there is a deity, what are you afraid of?"

Four lights and shadows rushed towards Qingmei Ju one after the other.

Waterfalls and springs, vines and roses are dense, and the clear stream water flies down from the cliff of dozens of zhang high, like a long white dragon, plunges into the turquoise deep pool of acres and acres below, and the water mist splashes.

Happy reading at the end of this chapter! (To be continued......)