Vol 4 Chapter 23: (Bottom) meet [second more]

~ Two more, a little late, sorry. {＜ [八? 一 小? 说 网 W] W & gt; W ?. ] 8? 1> YW. COM thanks the four Taoist friends for their rewards [Hitebear] [Hitebear] [Feizi] [Lonely Life]. [Lonely life] Daoyou 8888 shot, occupying the reward list, extremely coquettish. As usual, the buns owe the next change, with the previous [Wanzhuwang] [s1yaer132] Daoyou tribute rewards, a total of three owe, and find opportunities to make up in the future. ~
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The mountains are thousands of feet high, the peaks are shaved, and the ground is smooth and smooth.
Here is where the battles are today.
The 13-year-old infant of the Zixiaozong walked quickly and landed on the top of the mountain, looking coldly for Wen Daozi, flashing cold and gloomy.
The twelve elders were silent, obscure, and murderous.
Wan Mozong Li Yantian was aggressive and aggressive, he was walking around, his clothes were hunting, he was flying freely, and his eyes were arrogant and frightening.
Fifteen monks in black followed, all of them were Yuanying monks, their faces were cold and cold, and the cold in their bodies was twitching.
The two sides were facing the bombardment overhead, splitting up and devouring each other, entangled and killed, the wind surged and swept across all directions.
The two sides were silent, although they did not speak, each other stared at each other with complete confidence.
Today, two cases were torn, and the battle was complete. The winner can dominate Beizhou, and the loser can't escape the end.
To be fair, the winning ancestors will once and for all solve the big-hearted problem, and they will definitely take the shot to wipe out the loser completely.
Therefore, although the battle today is not a blood fight, it is only a buffer means.
Wan Mozong and Zi Xiaozong were all unable to lose, neither of them ever thought that they would lose.
"Tiantian Daoyou, you and I have been friends for so many years, but this is so unbearable to my husband."
"Today, if you are willing to surrender the treasure and surrender half of Zongmen's realm, the old man can guarantee that I will not shoot you at Wanzong Zong within fifty years, leaving a trace of vitality for Taoists."
"Fifty years later, once Wanzongzong recovers, you and we will fight again, and beat him upside down. How about it?"
Wen Daozi opened his mouth with a sincere voice, his voice was billowing, and he was a hundred miles away, clear and audible.
Monk Zixiao turned red, his breath soared, and Qiqi growled.
"Give up!"
"Give up!"
"Give up!"
In this roar, Ziweizong rises, and there is a vague tendency to suppress Wan Mozong.
Li Yantian was as calm as ever, and his eyes were clear and glorious.
"Three hundred years ago, you and I made Dan at the same time, and the old man defeated you!"
"Two hundred and twenty years ago, you and I were babies at the same time, and my husband defeated you!"
"Eighty years ago, you and I were the same as Da Yuan, and my husband still lost you!"
"You have been defeated by this sect since the beginning of your life. It is ridiculous to let me surrender at this moment."
Li Yantian sneered, his breath was broken, his attitude was vertical and horizontal, and he had a dominant style of generation.
"This sect has kept you Zi Xiaozong for hundreds of years.
"Although raising tigers is not a problem, this case is not uneasy at all. You Zi Xiaozong, but there is a chicken in the chicken's ears, but one person dares to fight the old husband!"
"Practitioner Wan Mozong, today, you can follow this sect and kill the enemy's head!"
Roaring low, roaring, arrogant and cold, rushing into the sky.
"Follow the Sovereign and kill the enemy's head!"
"Follow the Sovereign and kill the enemy's head!"
"Follow the Sovereign and kill the enemy's head!"
The disciples of Wanzongzong drank, the magic cloud over the sky was soaring, the darkness was dark, and the blood was killed endlessly.
Li Yongtian waved his hand and stopped, uttering a sudden rash.
"Wen Daozi, you and I have known each other for many years, why bother to use such a secret means. Do you really think that every word can shake this faith?"
"I have a strong conviction. How can your various means be shaken."
"Today you and I tore up your skin, then you fought a battle and competed against one another. After a hundred years, who can still smile proudly!"
Li Yantian smiled a long time, the magic light flickered, and the figure instantly fell on the center of the mountain. His eyes were sharp like a knife, pointing directly at Wen Daozi.
"Wan Mozong was shot by the old man, Wen Daozi, and he fought with me in the first battle, how dare you?"
Everyone pays attention, a word you can dare, the momentum is like rainbow, running through the world.
Wen Daozi was sinking in water, sneer when he heard the words, "Since the friends of Tiantian Dao are invited with affection, how can this sect be disappointed."
"The first fight, the old man should go."
The voice had not yet fallen, the light flashed, and Wen Daozi appeared dozens of feet away from Li Yongtian.
Although they did not fight, the breath of the two was released, and the coercion was in full swing.
"it is good!"
"Today, this case must defeat you!" Li Yongtian was overbearing and confident. At this moment, he stretched out with one hand and pointed out.
"Magic finger!"
One finger demon robs the inner spirit, making the enemy defeat itself.
Wen Daozi's face changed slightly, his eyes flashed indifferently, and his mind was condensed and condensed. The two played against each other many times, and they were familiar with each other. This magic robbery means that he did not encounter this time, so he didn't panic.
"Receive your mind, keep your mind, suppress it, protect me from the spirits, and keep away the evil spirits."
Wen Daozi drank lightly and squeezed out the formulas in his hands. The breath in his body changed instantly, as thick as a mountain, as if it were a peak, and it could not be destroyed.
Li Yantian laughed again, his magical powers were blocked, and there was nothing strange at all. "It's a literary ethics. It seems that in the past few decades, you have indeed made great progress. You can so easily block the magical fingers of this sect."
"So, pick me up again."
With a single palm, the sky is dark, the magic of the void is rolling, the four hundred feet of magic hands are condensed, dark, and very textured.
Five fingertips, with claws, patted the void and trembled.
One of the great magical powers of Wanzongzong, the magic hand covers the sky, and it is displayed by Li Yantian.
Under this palm, it seems that heaven and earth will tremble for it.
Wen Daozi's pupils contracted and his face was slightly dull. This Li Litian's repairs have progressed very quickly for decades. This type of supernatural power has soared more than doubled.
But even so, he was still fearless.
Reaching out and flipping, a touch of bright color appeared in his hand.
The sword is three feet, three inches, and three points. It is pale in color, has lines and patterns, and is messy. The monk looks at it with a stuffy chest.
The Zixiaozong, is the gate of the most powerful sword Xiu Zong in the vast 6th, adhering to kendo and strong in attack, it is the best in the world.
Wen Daozi's sword in his hand, known as Zixiao, is passed down from ancient times. Although it is not Taoist and spiritual, it is sharp enough to chop all the world and is the treasure of the town of Zixiao. For thousands of years, countless high-level monks who have died under this sword have been contaminated and killed, turned into blood, and added fierce flames.
Wen Daozi's current practice is that everything in the world is a sword realm. Even if he is empty, he can explode all of them. However, at this moment, the sword in the hand is not simple. The imperial sword, the strength of Wen Daozi has soared, which can be called the peak of the monk monk.
The sword rises, the sword falls.
The blood-colored sword-mang flashed, the size of a hundred feet, and it was endlessly fierce. At this moment, it was cutting retrogradely, and he arrogantly confronted the demon hand.
At high altitudes, black magic hands, blood-colored sword-mountains, and mighty powers explode, each other wants to devour each other, suppressing each other to the wind. The tremor of the void shattered, revealing a dark crack, shaped like a monster's mouth, and spreading its force. Although this phagocytic force is strong, it cannot interfere with the fighting of the two great magical powers.
Bridging, tearing, and showing it again and again.
Around this mountain, on the strange peak, tens of thousands of monks noticed. At this moment, most of them looked pale, with awe in their eyes. Such power is rare in the human world. The tearing of the space can fully prove that both of them reached the peak state of Yuan Ying, and they will die if they fight with the two in the late Yuan Ying.
But at this moment, no one appeared, somewhere in a hidden corner, in the space fluctuations, a monk figure appeared, his eyes darkened, calm and restrained.
Come, Xiao Chen.
At this moment, Xiao Chen's eyebrows frowned slightly, and then he condensed Qi. He lowered it to the initial state of Jin Dan, and did not attract others' attention, and fell on a mountain peak.
At the peak, there are more than two hundred people standing apart from each other. The body's breath converges, but it still has a little bit of coercion. It is all monks of Jindan. The arrival of Xiao Chen did not attract the attention of several monks in the surrounding area. Below, he turned his head blankly.
In the best view of the mountain, the three monks sat cross-legged on the boulder, but they existed in the realm of Yuanying.
Xiao Chen's eyes flickered, and he looked away. After a few breaths, he slightly condensed to find the beautiful shadow in his heart.
I haven't seen it in seven years. The more beautiful Li Xiaoyi came out, the young girl who was slightly green in the past, now has a lightly frowned frown, which is quite style. A black skirt fell on Linglong Jiao's body, the wind blew, and the skirt fluttered, drawing a moving curve. Today, Li Xiaoyi, like the same black lotus, was born in the bottom of the gloomy valley, with mysterious and seductive breath.
Xiao Chen chuckled, it seems that it is not too late.
At this moment, Li Xiaoyi's eyebrows narrowed slightly, her eyes crossed slightly. Although she had a lot of beautiful monks, she dared to hang around the monks so brazenly, but she met this time.
"Abominable! If it weren't for the situation right now, this girl would definitely want you to look good!"
The little girl's anger rose, and she turned to look at the source of sight. She wanted to write down her appearance and wait for her father to learn about the Zixiaozong, and then she would compare with the guy who didn't know her life.
The next moment, Jiao stiffened.
With a blue shirt, dark eyes, warm and jade, smiling.
Upright waist, as in those days.
"Take care of yourself here, if I don't come back within three days, leave here immediately."
Inside the cave, the back of the words turned away, deeply imprinted Li Xiaoyifang's heart, can not forget.
Although I haven't seen it for several years, I occasionally think that I still feel a touch of warmth.
Xiao Chen smiled slightly and nodded, his eyes were more moist.
Li Xiaoyi pursed her lips, crossed her eyes with surprise, then turned around, and Lianbu shifted slightly, and she went straight into the light.
The little girl came in the air, and she was so beautiful that she was immortal, attracting the eyes of countless monks.
Xiao Chen froze slightly, then shook his head, but his heart was slightly warm.