The strong from the wild

This sword pointed directly at Cheng Yifeng's chest.

Attack the place where it must be saved!

Although the sword edge that Cheng Yifeng worshiped was very powerful, it was still hanging above his head. There was still a distance from the real person Zhuyue, but the real person Zhuyue struck first.

Pre-emptively strike, and then strike against others.

This sword is indeed somewhat unpredictable.

The nine flying swords shot out in unison, like nine black dragons, clawing and clawing in the air, biting towards the place where Cheng Yifeng was.

The five swords of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth contain the five elements, with colorful brilliance.

The four swords of mountains, rivers and mountains are thick and magnificent. At the moment when the sword's edge is shining, it only gives people the illusion of collapsing mountains and cracking seas, destroying heaven and earth.

"Fucking mean!"

A voice of shouting came from Halfway Peak.

Long Wuxia was using the water mirror imaging technique to record the scene of the battle in the air, but his face was very unhappy, and he muttered in his mouth: "The same is the disciple of the master, why is the gap between people so different? So huge? Back in the Yuxi School, when Master was still the master, I, Long Wuxia, was not as arrogant as this Zhuyue real person, and I was not as despicable and shameless as him!"

Nine flying swords came flying together, and even Yi Changfeng, who had retreated to the back, changed his expression drastically.

But Cheng Yifeng's face sank like water, and he just waved his sleeves forward, and the sword energy hanging from his head immediately flew down, bombarding towards the real person Zhuyue.

Two other sword edges shot out from Cheng Yifeng's left and right sleeves.

Three sky-worshiping sword formulas all appeared in the air.

The two sword qi released from Cheng Yifeng's sleeves slammed, and two long and narrow light shadows were drawn in the air, which unexpectedly knocked away the nine flying swords of Master Zhuyue.And the sword energy that flew from the air flew straight to the chest of the real person Zhuyue, as if to pierce the real person Zhuyue with his sword.

"Senior Brother Zhuyue, this is the sword art of soaring to the sky. However, even when Martial Uncle Liu is fighting with others, I have never seen you perform this sword art of soaring to the sky three times in a row!"

Although Hong Tieshan can use the sound transmission method to remind the real person Zhuyue, he can't join hands with the real person Zhuyue.After all, in Hong Tieshan's view, Zhuyue Zhenren is his uncle's disciple, while Cheng Yifeng is his uncle's disciple, with fleshy palms and backs. Rather than favoring one side, it is better not to help each other.

Soaring to the Sky Worship Sword Art!

The real person Zhuyue's eyes trembled, and he felt a little regretful in his heart.

In recent years, Xuantianzong has been selling the bronze mirrors used to fight against monks from all over the world.When Master Zhuyue returned to Xuantianzong, he also heard about Long Wuxia and Bronze Mirror.It's just that Zhuyue Zhenren's eyes are higher than the top, and even Liu Yi has never been put in his eyes.

People like this kind of high-ranking people who think they are unparalleled in the world and invincible in the world will naturally not think about watching and trying to figure out other people's battle scenes.

Therefore, Master Zhuyue has only heard of the name of the sword art of worshiping the sky, but he doesn't know the power of this supernatural power of the sword.

This supernatural power originally originated from ancient times, and its power is extraordinary, but the formula of the supernatural power is somewhat incomplete.However, after this technique was modified by Master Xueyu, the formula has been completely supplemented, and it is even more powerful than the original magical power in ancient times.

However, every time he uses the sword art, the sword art of soaring to the sky will still cause damage to himself, which even the Great Master Xue Yu has not been able to solve.

In the whole world, nothing is perfect.

If the problem of killing one thousand enemies with the sword art of worshiping the sky is solved, perhaps the power of this sword art will become much worse than before.

Three sword edges appeared in the sky above Half Dao Peak.

Rumble!

The first sword edge shattered the Xuantian Nine Swords cast by Zhenyue Zhuyue.

One sword is equal to nine blades!

hiss!

The second sword swept across Zhenyue Zhuyue's body, cutting off the legs of Zhenyue Zhuyue.

hum!

The third sword edge clanged and stayed between the neck of the real person Zhuyue, and the cold sword intent was released on the edge of the sword, freezing a purple bruise on the real person Zhuyue's neck.

Like a fountain, blood sprayed out from the broken part of Zhuyue Zhenren's legs.

Bloodstains floated in the air, the bright red was eye-catching, and the smell of blood spread everywhere.

"Junior Brother Cheng!"

Hong Tieshan's figure flickered, and he flew between Cheng Yifeng and Zhenyue Zhuyue, staring at the sword's edge in the air, and shouted: "Don't do it! Don't do it!"

He was afraid that Cheng Yifeng would suddenly come down with an assassin and kill Master Zhuyue.

"Senior Brother Hong, do you think I'm going to kill him?"

Cheng Yifeng shook his head, stretched out his hand and flicked lightly on the edge of the sword, and suddenly the sword rang, causing the edge of the sword to tremble in the throat of Zhenyue Zhuyue.

A word of killing is exported, and the real person's expression changes month by month.

But Hong Tieshan softened his expression slightly, and asked, "Could it be that Junior Brother Cheng has no intention of killing people?"

"Realist Zhuyue hurt people, I cut off his legs, the cause and effect is already understood. Now I put the sword on his neck, just to let him know that although I, a monk from Bandao Peak, only returned to Xuantian in recent years Zong, but they are all sword cultivators! Sword cultivators naturally have the blood of sword cultivators, how can anyone insult them!"

With a wave of his sleeve, Cheng Yifeng dissipated the beam of sword energy lying on Zhuyue Daoist's neck, and said in a deep voice: "If you don't accept it, go find your master and ask him to come to Bandao Peak to meet with my master." Do some theory!"

The master of Zhenyue Zhuyue is Ling Wanjian.

Cheng Yifeng's master is Liu Yi.

"Humph!"

Master Zhuyue snorted coldly, but did not speak.

Today's matter, at the beginning, Yi Changfeng violated the precepts of the teacher's school, so he shouldn't yell.Although Yi Changfeng committed a crime, he was only making noise, and at most he would be punished to go to the back mountain to face the wall.But then the real person Zhuyue was disrespectful to Tang Jiawen, which provoked Cheng Yifeng's attack.

It doesn't matter if Tang Jiawen is just an ordinary sword cultivator of Xuantianzong.

But the key point is that Tang Jiawen is Liu Yi's master, and Liu Yi is his master Zhuyue Zhenren...

Although the relationship among them is intricate and complicated, if it is really necessary to pursue it, the real person Zhuyue has no reason at all.

"Junior Brother Cheng is indeed a sensible person."

Hong Tieshan quickly flew over to support the real person Zhuyue.

As for the pair of legs dropped by the real person Zhuyue, they had already been caught by other Xuantianzong disciples, and they used secret techniques to seal the broken legs. Now seeing Hong Tieshan supporting the real person Zhuyue, the person who caught the broken legs immediately sent the legs come over.

Practitioners, in the eyes of ordinary people, can be said to be gods and gods.

Xuantian Zonggui is the number one sect in the Qiongyu Land Realm, although he can't really achieve the six words "life and death, human flesh and bones", but the injury of severed limbs can be easily resolved.

Although Zhuyue Zhenren's broken leg can be cured, the heart-wrenching pain when his legs were cut off will never be forgotten!

Hong Tieshan supported Master Zhuyue, and he was not in a hurry to leave Bandao Peak. The two just took the broken leg back in the air, and then applied the healing medicine.Even the blood mist that was floating in the air and hadn't landed yet was called back by Hong Tieshan, and then poured into the wounds on the legs of Zhen Yue.

Around Half Dao Peak, many disciples have not left yet.

There are even many people who are still immersed in the mystery of Cheng Yifeng's three swords just now, unable to extricate themselves.

"One sword! Only one sword is needed to break the nine swords of Zhuyue Zhenren! In fact, Cheng Yifeng is already sure of victory with this sword alone, but Cheng Yifeng can shoot three swords in a row. Come first, defeat Zhen Yue in a blink of an eye!"

"This Cheng Yifeng is too powerful! In addition to the master and the four great sword immortals of my Xuantian sect, the real person Zhuyue and the real person Suixingxing are the two most powerful, and the real person Suixingxing has fallen. The strongest disciple should be Master Zhuyue. But with what Cheng Yifeng has done today, Master Zhuyue may be far inferior to him."

"It goes without saying, if it can be compared, how can Daoist Zhuyue be defeated?"

"As the saying goes: like a teacher, there must be a disciple. I have seen Uncle Liu perform the swordsmanship that Cheng Yifeng just displayed."

"It's not just you who have seen this sword art before, all monks in the world have seen this sword art! There is a Long Wuxia in Bandao Peak, who likes to perform some water mirror imaging skills, and earns some money by selling bronze mirrors. Uncle has recorded several battles and made a lot of money, but it also happened to spread Master Liu's reputation throughout the Qiongyu realm."

While everyone was discussing, a person slowly walked out from the Bandao Peak Hall, it was Liu Yi.

As a result, many sword cultivators of Xuantianzong who were flying in the air immediately fell outside Bandao Peak, prostrated themselves on the ground, and saluted Liu Yi.

"Meet Uncle Shi!"

"Greetings to Master Uncle."

Some are called Shishu, and some are called Shishuzu.Although everyone's address is different, but the demeanor is the same respectful.

However, when everyone saluted and kowtowed before raising their heads, they found a monk sitting cross-legged in the main hall of Bandao Peak...

It is not surprising that there are monks in the hall.

What stunned the disciples outside the hall was that the person sitting was actually Tang Jiawen!

The ice coffin melted by the boundless black ice water had long since shattered, and the cold air still remained in the hall and had not completely dissipated, making the whole hall look foggy and the scenery in the hall slightly blurred.

Two streaks of colorful haze sprayed out from Tang Jiawen's mouth and circled around his body. The haze combined into a yin and yang fish Tai Chi pattern, and was then inhaled by Tang Jiawen through his nose into his belly. The way of practice.

Being able to collect the morning glow and purple energy to cultivate, and to practice cross-legged exercises to breath out the haze, naturally it is impossible to be a dead person!

Tang Jiawen is really alive!

Everyone was so surprised that they felt that their brains were not enough for a while.

The actions of the monks outside the temple naturally shocked Hong Tieshan who was flying in the air to heal the real person Zhuyue.

"Disciple pays respects to Master Uncle."

Hong Tieshan flew to the front of the main hall with Daoist Zhuyue, gave Liu Yi a disciple's gift, then turned his head to look into the hall, and immediately froze there.

"Disciple pays respects to Master Uncle."

Master Zhuyue arched his hands towards Liu Yi, his expression seemed a little reluctant, and he said in his mouth: "The disciple is injured and cannot pay respects. Please forgive me."

In terms of age, Zhuyue Zhenren is thousands of years older than Liu Yi.

In terms of cultivation, Liu Yi surpassed Zhen Yue by a lot.

In terms of seniority, the two are uncles and nephews.

Master Zhuyue is a disciple of the head of the Xuantian Sect. He has always been proud and arrogant. He has practiced for nearly a thousand years, but now he wants to worship a monk in his twenties as his uncle. awkward.

After bowing his hands, Zhuyue Daoist slowly straightened his waist.

"Are you Zhu Yue?"

Liu Yi's expression remained calm, and he asked calmly, "A disciple under the senior brother's seat?"

Real person Zhuyue nodded, but didn't say much.

"Why didn't you answer my uncle's question to you? Could it be that in your eyes, there is no such uncle as me?"

With a wave of Liu Yi's sleeve, a gust of wind was thrown out, which turned into a slap with a radius of several meters, hitting the head and face of the real person Zhuyue. "Senior brother Ling Wanjian is a real person in charge, and he is busy with his affairs. I don't think he has much time on weekdays to teach you this unworthy disciple. Your master and I are brothers in the same school, so I should help him solve his problems. I just happen to be free today. , the so-called choosing the day is worse than hitting the day, take this opportunity to discipline you for your master!"